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hlvraif · 3 days
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Yet another doodle from the gala scene of "The Drakes Spoiled brat (i'm sorry dad)"
Featuring Timothy Drake in my best attempt at the family guy death pose
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Link below + Fic info (if interested)
Name: As above Rating: General Audiences Chapter: 4/?? Word count: 13,545 Relationships: Batfam + Extended DC friends/fam Summary: After the time stream and Batfams continued deterioration, Red robin goes 100% solo and ends up dying from a fatal shot in the middle of Siberia.
His last regret was not being able to do more for his family, and hoping his death would give them a chance to come together again. Only SUPRISE- Tim wakes up now freshly 5 y/o with his 17 y/o mind, the Graysons just died and he is determined to fight for his families happily ever after. As a result Red Robin dies, but Cardinal is born. Tim Drake is hidden, covered up by "Timothy Drake" a spoiled socilite brat, an easy cover he learned from his dad himself.
But all secrets come out eventually, and the truth is only half the process of healing.
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ribbondee · 3 days
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You can't tell me Pac wouldn't do this.
Sloppy edit by me.
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Danny, de aged to like 4 and wondering around the alleys of Gotham after running away from his home dimension and his "responsibilities" as a superhero, "I need a parent. Like an actual parent who will care about me."
Just then, Red Robin lands on a pile of garbage bags and groans, knocked out. Danny smiles and yells up at the sky, "Thank you!"
Another bat makes it to the edge of the roof just in time to see Danny pulling Red Robin through a wall by his cape.
Later, when the bats track him down they try to take Tim back only for thier hands to go through him when they try to grab him. Danny, in all his little kid logic yells, "No! He's my dad now!" >:(
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cravefoodie · 5 months
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todayontumblr · 3 months
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help-itrappedmyself · 2 months
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Danny Punches a Clown Pt. 3!
I have reached quota for people asking for part 3. This has gotten waaaaay more popular than I expected, but thank you to everyone for the support! ❤❤❤
Masterpost
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Danny was barely able to get any sleep before something was waking him up again. It was the same night as the clown fiasco. It wasn’t even morning yet, the sun wasn’t even out before he was awoken by the sounds of many vehicles stopping at the end of the alley he had camped in. 
“Start looking.” He heard a gruff voice say. He heard a few sounds of affirmation before someone started coming towards him, looking all around the alley.
Danny stood, grabbing his bag and sliding into the shadows as best as he could. He hopes that they’re not another creepy clown. They seemed to be the hero type, in a red suit with yellow belts across his chest. He was certainly not a civilian, but the way he was holding that stick did not make him seem friendly. Danny waits as long as possible before calling out.
“ Can I help you find something?” Danny asks, stepping forward. The boy stops immediately, staring right at him. Neither say anything for a moment. 
“ Guys, I found him.” The boy says to nobody, because that certainly didn’t sound like he was talking to Danny. Which meant that he was looking for Danny, which didn’t feel like a good thing.
“ Right, well, I’m going to go.” Danny mutters, trying to edge his way past the other boy. Unfortunately the other boy doesn’t quite let him, but he does put the stick away before stepping fully in front of Danny and blocking his path.
“ Are you okay?” The boy asks, holding his palms out in a calming gesture. Though getting a little close for Danny’s taste so he backs away a step. The boy just holds his hands up higher and doesn’t follow. “We know you were part of the hostage situation earlier, did the Joker hurt you at all?”
“ The Joker?” Danny mumbles, his eyebrows furrowing in thought before exclaiming, “ The crazy clown? You call him the Joker?”
The boy cocks his head to the side a little, lowering his arms, though keeping them in sight and away from his weapons.
“ Yes.” He answers. “ I’m Red Robin, how long have you been in Gotham?” The boy gives him and his backpack a quick scan which Danny does not appreciate because he knows he must be a mess right now.
“ That really depends, Red Robin.”
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jaubaius · 2 years
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Seems like they really like it
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daily-deliciousness · 2 months
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Bacon pancakes
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theblvcksupreme · 3 months
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happyheidi · 8 months
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Danny, at 17, did not have the best love life. This is partially because two of his must haves in a partner are " Will protect me with their life" and "Will commit unspeakable acts of violence for me" or at least beat someone up for his honor.
Naturally, this doesn't always result in the most stable of partners.
His first girlfriend, Valerie, became an anti-hero and broke up with him for his safety.
He finally got with Sam in sophomore year only for the feds to come into class one day to arrest her. To his surprise, her crimes had nothing to do with ghosts but rather an incident where she went too far and committed a few acts of economic terrorism. Danny and Tucker never really learned the specifics of the crimes, and her parents hushed up as many news outlets as they could, so there wasn't much info to go around. All they knew was that she saved thousands of lives by doing it.
In the end, she was sentenced to eight years, and she broke up with him so that he wouldn't wait around for her to get out.
His third partner was a guy named David who was really sweet. Unfortunately, Danny got kidnapped one day by David's arch nemesis, who was some villain with a corny edge lord name. Yeah. David had become a a super hero after they started dating.
And if you guessed that he freaked out and dumped Danny for his own protection, you'd deserve a cookie.
Danny was noticing a pattern here. One that continued with everyone he dated. They always became some kind of hero before dumping him for his own protection, and it was infuriating. Sure, danny could defend himself, but he was never deep enough into the relationship to reveal his phantom half, and frankly, his hero career was something he left behind when he left Amity and destroyed the portals.
He met Tim at a skatepark after Tim fell off his board cause of some jerk speeding out in front of him on his own board, forcing Tim to stop or else hit the guy. The guy was unrepentant and Tim calmed him down (this did not stop him from melting the guys wheels with an ectoblast when no one was looking).
Tim then asked him to coffee. Danny, noticing how cute Tim was, agreed.
Danny was up front with his parents being mad scientists in Illinois. He always was with all the people he dated. It was better not to hide these kinds of things or worse, wait until you're already attached and afraid of losing them. So he always told potential partners as early as possible. Tim seemed a bit put off by this but was calmer about it than most, and they continued chatting.
Tim didn't seem like the type to turn to heroism or anti heroism so he felt safe on their later dates. It was only after he had known Tim for a while that he put the pieces together.
Tim was always covered in bruises that he hid with his clothes and make up, he had complained about batman over the phone when he thought danny couldn't hear, he was rich, he knew how to fight as revealed by his stances and footwork dispite trying to pretend he didn't, and lastly he held a lot of political power and influence being Bruce Wayne's son. Power he had no reservations using when it suited him or he was just feeling petty (that pettiness was part of why danny was falling for him harder than he thought he could)
No wonder Tim was so okay with his parents being rouges.
Tim was a villain!
At least Tim wouldn't leave him like all his exes. Danny doesn't think he could handle it if he did. Another good thing about this is now he can talk more freely about the more villainous and morally gray ideas and inventions when he was alone with Tim.
Tim didn't see anything wrong with Danny's idea to use something similar to cloning pods to make synthetic meats like rump roasts and steaks as a way to end world hunger and was eager to add to the conversation.
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cravefoodie · 5 months
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nevver · 3 months
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“All the major food groups”
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todayontumblr · 1 year
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Wednesday April 19.
today, nearly 2,000 years ago, someone in pompeii baked bread.
Ahh, picture it. The time, around 2,000 years ago—the place, Pompeii. Simpler, happier times in some ways; and for the ruthless power games, insatiable sexual appetites, wild ambition, and creative genius, less so in others. However, following yesterday's foray into pastries, and all things fluffy, warm, and flakey, it dawned on us that this day around 2,000 years ago a happy chappy somewhere in the city's magnificent walls got to work and made some bread. CIL vol. IV 8972: XIII K. Maias panem feci—which translates as: On April 19th I made bread. And we love that for you, even millennia later! So, one day after our sweet celebration, it's time to pay homage to pastries' savory counterparts by marking April 19 with #bread. And a happy 2,000th anniversary to whichever miscellaneous Pompeian who decided not simply to make bread, but to mark the occasion with graffiti. But how do we know this? Well, it is thanks to the enquiring minds as evident in this post from @todayiwrotenothing, and indeed this commemoration on Reddit. Every day is a school day over here on The Internet.
Today it comes in countless forms, shapes, and sizes: wholewheat, rye, sourdough, multigrain bread, baguette, ciabatta, pumpernickel, soda, focaccia, cornbread, bagel, flatbread, naan, brioche, challah, and, last but by no means least, the ever-trusty white bread. As you will shortly see in the following string of bready content, this is simple yet limitless food: it can be braided, made by illustrated cats, or indeed constructed in the shape of the dashboard's beloved, hapless vessel, the good ship Ever Given.
So here's to you, as-yet-unnamed Pompeian who not only makes the bread, but brags about it too. We think you would have enjoyed this one-day tribute to your escapades here with #bread. We shall submit a formal application to rename it Tumbread, in your honor. But that's still not all: rumor has it there is sister graffiti that reads "Olivia condita XVII Kalendas Novembres"—so come back on November 16th for preserved olives.
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