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Superman: I am Hope

Wonder Woman: I am Truth

Batman: I am Justice

Flash: I am Speed KACHOW

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Superman: I am Hope Wonder Woman: I am Justice Batman: I am Batman Flash: I am speed KACHOW

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ALL 👏🏾 OF 👏🏾 THEM 👏🏾

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Fandom discourse is boring, I make art for me and my 12 friends I've appointed to spread my word

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✮ double trouble ✮

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He made it 🥺

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this is a hit post don’t even worry about it

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maybe this is not so terrible. I mean. there's a lesson in there. fuck

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Jason: Why is there a raccoon in the Batmobile?

Tim: His name is Steven and he's helping me commit tax fraud.

Jason: …I leave you alone for two hours.

Tim: Steven needed a getaway driver.

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Me: “—and I just feel like what so many modern dc writers don’t understand about Jason’s death is that it’s tragic BECAUSE it was preventable, pretending it was inevitable because he was always “headed down a dark path” is just ignoring the heartbreaking reality that if he and Bruce had just TALKED to each other, then maybe—“

My partner: ….

Me: “….I’m doing it again, aren’t I?”

My partner, who knows nothing about comics but has still patiently sat through 10 minutes of this: *nods*

Me: *sighs* *updates the sign*

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I look at the pfps of people liking a drawing of mine and im like oh??

Woah, cute emo guy!! I wanna draw it~ So I did

Well turns out it was a griller

If I was in the jungle i would have died. badly.

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stop being silly in front of me

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as a cis guy, when presented with the "99% you get a ton of money, 1% you turn into a girl" it honestly would be dumb to not hit that button until it breaks. like ok now i have 100 bajillion dollars and gender dysphoria. big deal. i have all the money in the world to turn me back into a guy. like with that kind of money i could have obama do me a phalloplasty. he wouldnt be able to do it as he isnt a surgeon but the point still stands

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Bruce doesn’t mean to fall asleep on the couch.

He’s just resting his eyes. That’s all. The living room is warm and quiet, the fireplace humming softly. His book is still open on his chest, and the throw blanket Alfred left on the armrest somehow ended up over his legs.

He wakes up to weight. Small, shifting, warm weight.

Cass is curled up on one side of him, knees tucked into his hip like a cat. Tim has claimed the other end of the couch, feet in Bruce’s lap, earbuds in, head tipped back and mouth slightly open in the kind of deep sleep only caffeine withdrawal can produce.

Jason’s on the floor, back against the couch, sharing popcorn with Duke as they watch some loud, low-quality horror movie. Stephanie is lying facedown on the rug with a bowl of grapes beside her. She’s not eating them, just throwing them at Damian every few minutes. He catches each one without looking up from his book.

Dick walks in with bags from that bakery Bruce likes but never goes to himself, and says, “Hey, Dad.”

Bruce should say something. Tell them to go home. Or at least use coasters.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, he shifts slightly, careful not to wake Cass or dislodge Tim’s legs, and lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

This isn’t what he thought family would look like.

It’s louder. Messier. Theres's music playing from three different speakers. Someone else smells like gun powder and cinnamon. There’s glitter on the coffee table. There’s a dent in the ceiling no one will admit to causing.

But no one’s yelling. No one’s walking away.

They’re here.

They’re staying.

And Bruce… he’s starting to believe that maybe he doesn’t have to earn this over and over again. Maybe they love him just as he is, not as he was trying to be. Maybe he doesn’t need to be perfect for them to choose him.

There’s a pause in the movie. Jason asks, "You good?”

Bruce looks around at them—all of them, here, safe, alive—and nods.

“Yeah,” he says. “I’m good.”

Jason throws popcorn at him anyway.

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the way usamericans talk about their military fucks me up. thank you for what service like which service are they providing you with. they're protecting your country from what. they're fighting for the freedom of whomst. why do they need to do that for and why are they doing in it in the middle east

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writing is so funny because i could write nonstop for 9hrs and then hit a block where im like "how do i transition between this moment and the next?" and then i just dont touch it for 6 months