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incorrectbatfam · 27 days
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How small must the world be for both Bruce and Tim to witness John and Mary Grayson's deaths
Or for 10-year-old Duke to crack the Riddler's puzzle before Batman swoops in and saves the day, long before his powers came into play
Or for Sheila Haywood to leave her son only to end up assisting his killer a decade and a half later
Not to mention the popular fanon concept of Jason knowing baby Damian in the League of Assassins
Now imagine how many other invisible strings could've tied them together
Like what if Tim and Jason went to the same school when Jason was Robin but all they shared was the occasional bump and "excuse me" in the busy halls
Or what if Babs was a tutor and helped an elementary-aged Steph finally understand her homework only for the Browns to cancel after a couple sessions because they couldn't afford it
What if the first person to buy Cass a hot meal was Kate on one of her travels
What if Alfred witnessed young Selina shoplifting groceries but chose to turn a blind eye
What if Jason lived on the same streets as the Row siblings and gave little Harper tips on how to use tools and defend her brother
What if Steph and Duke shared the same school bus, only he sat in the front while she was toward the back
What if the first person to teach Tim how to tie his shoes was Bruce at a gala because Jack and Janet were busy talking to someone important
What if Bette did a DNA test for fun and found a connection in Nanda Parbat but just assumed the results was faulty because she knew her whole family, right?
What if 8-year-old Dick, the day before his parents died, stayed at a cheap hotel near Crime Alley and found 4-year-old Jason wandering alone and said, "I'll be your big brother for tonight"
What if the universe knew they were made for each other and wouldn't rest until they realized it too
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onlycringepost · 3 months
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any guy can be a babygirl but it takes a man to be a wife
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oingomyboingos · 1 year
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shoutout to the nightbloggers all my homies love nightbloggers
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unbidden-yidden · 8 months
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Honestly, Christianity for me was like having a long-term boyfriend whose family I never met (and that he talked shit about constantly and somewhat jealously) only to finally meet them and discover that secretly Judaism was actually the sexiest, smartest, funniest woman I'd ever met and oh hey whoops now I'm a lesbian. Sorry man, I'm completely gay for her. Yeah, we're going out now, and probably getting married. No, there's nothing you can do to "fix it." No, you're probably not invited to the wedding. Sorry. :/
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firstofficerkittycat · 4 months
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soon
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sesquipedalianmarquis · 11 months
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pussy ravenous pussy cavernous
im down bad need that pussy intravenous
pussy vicarious pussy precarious
with ill intent call that pussy nefarious
pussy vigorous pussy chivalrous
devouring that meat means the pussy carnivorous
pussy vicious pussy delicious
the stars have aligned so the pussy’s auspicious
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klarion-the-witch-boy · 5 months
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I finished my first ever crochet blanket! Sure it was made with a 10mm hook (on worsted weight yarn), and sure it's not the tidiest thing ever, but I'm so fucking proud of myself!
Also here's Max again. Isn't she great? I love her.
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theriu · 4 months
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People will look at a character who doesn’t have family/parents or their family/parent(s) die early and be all “look how TRAGIC and MEANINGFUL it makes their NARRATIVE, it’s so MOTIVATING” but no as a writer listen to me. It’s usually because we’re lazy. And accounting for a bunch of family dynamics is a lot of extra work that is keeping us from just getting on with the Adventure and/or Smooches. I am scolding us as a community for this behavior.
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digitalachilles · 10 months
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Hey my wife saw you in one of her sleep deprivation induced delusions and she really likes your vibe
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xinnatrin · 5 months
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As an Anarchist, I do not have a hierarchy of needs, all my needs and desires are horizontally organized which is why I'm dehydrated and browsing tumblr at 2am right now instead of going to sleep. Viva la revolution.
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incorrectbatfam · 4 months
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In 2024 I will begin documenting my daily journey of joining a Batman-themed boyband
Stay tuned for details
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onlycringepost · 1 year
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that’s not very “fully developed frontal cortex” of you
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sensitivesiren · 2 months
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listen, i LOVE all of the Destiel fics i've read (hundreds) and i LOVED the dcbb of 2014 but something is missing since then - we NEED more fics that include the fact in s9, Metatron gave Castiel his knowledge of - essentially - EVERYTHING EVER WRITTEN AND FILMED prior to 2014/2015. I need him to know kama sutra, casa erotica, bdsm, enemies to lovers, "the pizza man" on an UNGODLY intelligent level.
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dog boy
friends with a dogboy
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sparkle on!!1
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roach-works · 1 year
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I’m always a bit nervous to talk about being Jewish on the internet. In part, I’m afraid of getting outright antisemitic harassment, and in part it’s because a lot of positive discussion of Judaism ends up getting hijacked by oblivious goyim who turn the discussion sour, no matter how well-meaning they might be.
So, it makes me really happy to see you writing openly and unabashedly about being jewish. Whether you’re writing from a place of celebration, social-media-exasperation, sorrow, joy, education, frustration, or any of them at once, it’s always good to see people talking openly. I’m starting to think that I could follow your example, and be a bit less anxious.
I know I’m just a tumblr stranger, but I want say thank you. Even the little things help! :)
aw, thanks for the sweet ask! being jewish was definitely the least and most 'minor' piece of my identity until uhhhh yknow. nazis started being real again. but i remember slamming into this weird realization a couple years ago that i had put a lot of effort into learning to respectfully depict black people, because i wanted to be a thoughtful and conscientious ally, and because i firmly believed that fantasy and science fiction should belong to everyone... but i had never even once thought of drawing a man that looked like my family.
like, i thought i was white. and then i thought, i'm white and jewish. and then i thought, what if i drew this podcast character as jewish? what if i drew him as if he looked like my uncle or my dad or my brother? and then i felt, immediately, reflexively: absolute terror.
generational trauma, growing up in the shadow of the holocaust, living and working in the midwest, you just... you hide that part of yourself. you survive. you don't get loud and proud and angry. you live like a mouse, in the corners, in what space you gnaw out for yourself.
i still don't wear a star of david. so many of my coworkers wear crosses but so many of my coworkers have guns. i think of wearing a gold star around the people who i've already cheerfully told i was gay, and my hands sweat. i think everyone who goes outside with that kind of target on their chest is phenomenally brave.
there is a bone deep terror in me of my own jewishness, of when i'll have to pay for it, of what the bill will be, of what i might do or say that's a little too loud or clumsy or obvious or true, and thus sign my own warrant. jews are so brave and so strong to keep living through all this but like have you seen the midrash? have you seen how many generations of our sages left behind the distilled wisdom of a lifetime and it boiled down to be secret, be safe.
jewish representation is so fucking fraught! the theif, the banker, the pedophile, the goblin, the bones in the oven. we don't often get to tell our own stories, or wear our own faces. and even when we have the opportunity, it's terrifying. we flinch. how jewish is superman, really? our hero, our ubermench, the most famous converso. we joke around, we make coded allusions, we minimize.
it's hard to walk into the spotlight and smile when you don't know if you're in a theater or a prison yard, you know?
so. i don't know. i don't know! sorry to explode on you! i'm going to a christmas party at a bar tomorrow. i live in indiana and work a blue collar job with guys who think trump was a whole lot of fun but invited me specifically and promised to buy me a pint. there'll be ax throwing and free drinks and i'm probably going to have to explain hannukah for the fifty millionth time. second verse, same as the first, a little bit louder and a whole lot worse.
the sages write: be secret, be safe. survive. but even with all that weight, you've got to be brave, you know? i think you know. you can't live your life in the dark. you can't make art from the fetal position.
even the mouse deserves a day out.
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