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reblog this and put in the tags something you watched that terrified you as a child. i was so scared of the hot sauce in spongebob that i refused to be in the room when it was on

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actually can we have Tim not being adopted into the batfamily and instead after his parents go broke and then die leaving him with nothing he just decides ‘well i know where the batcave is’ and starts living in the tunnels underneath Wayne manor because of the logic that he can’t get kicked out bcs 1. squatters rights and 2. whats Bruce gonna do? call the police and say ‘this guy won’t leave my secret lair. no im not Batman wdym’? and he manages to go unnoticed for like. a good fucking while. not even Alfred realises bcs wtf would he be snooping around down there for?

even better is this happens after Jason dies so Tim still becomes Robin and Bruce is so overwhelmed with grief that he literally never realises that Tim has never once used the front door to come over. he just kinda sneaks up from somewhere in the cave. he assumes that Alfred’s letting the kid in without telling him. Alfred assumes Bruce is doing the same.

Damian finds out first because that’s so much funnier. he gets to Gotham to 1. gain his birthright and meet his father and 2. do some reconnaissance/avenging of this replacement Robin that’s been the centre of Jason’s angry rants at the league for the past 6 months. he follows Tim ‘home’ and finds him fucking. golluming it up a 15 minute hike through the cave system and he’s like. wait what.

Damian, reporting back to Jason: Drake is a mole.

Jason, vindicated: like he’s working for the enemy?!

Damian, standing in front of an indignant Tim in the middle of his ‘camp’, phone pressed to his ear: no like he lives in a fucking tunnel.

Jason:

Tim, mumbling: slightly harsh,

Damian, angling his face away from the phone momentarily: i watched you dig a hole to unearth the protein bars you’d buried there.

Tim:

Jason, rapidly changing his opinion on this kid: ok actually lets not kill him because thats fucking hysterical and i want to know more-

Tim really likes living alone in the tunnels because he’s a weird little guy and he’s gotten used to the independence and lack of sun, and Damian grew up in the league where ‘wilderness training’ was monthly, mandatory, and from the age of three. so he really doesn’t see the issue in it. he just kinda shrugs and accepts his brother lives in the cave system. Jason is so delighted and amused by the vibes these two kids have going on over in Gotham (he gets video calls from Damian just. in Tim’s camp while they hang out together sometimes. Damian brings him water bottles and various sustenance offerings like he’s appealing so some ancient deity living under their house. Jason thinks it’s incredible) that he decides fuck the league, he needs to see this in person. killing the Joker is a side quest he did on the way; he really only came to see what his idiot little brothers had going on under Bruce, Dick and Alfreds nose. he visits Tim’s little cave home while waiting for his new Crime Alley apartment to be ready.

eventually Bruce and Dick are working on a case and they’re following a lead to do with a criminal escaping via cave systems that they theorise may connect to the batcave, so after Damian’s gone to bed they suit up and start searching around. they come across Damian, Tim, and the fucking Red Hood chilling around a small fire just casually eating leftovers Damian snuck down from the kitchen, just quietly enjoying each others presence in this clearly years old campsite, quietly discussing whether or not the weather will be clear enough next week to go to the new art museum together. Dick shines a flashlight at them and they all snap to attention like that scene in ratatouille where the human comes in the kitchen and the rats all freeze and look up. nobody says anything for a solid three minutes.

eventually Tim is just like “I have squatters rights. you can’t evict me.” and Red Hood nods and points at him.

Bruce, desperate to gain some kind of thread of understanding here: “Damian, you’re supposed to be in bed. …Tim, I’m actually not sure where you’re supposed to be, come to think of it, but I don’t think it’s here.”

“He just said he has squatters rights, father.” Damian responds instantly. “Keep up.”

Dick: “And does the Red Hood have squatters rights?”

“I have a gun,” Jason points out cheerfully. “Same thing, ain’t it?”

Dick and Bruce are so confused they become convinced that they’ve been dosed with something and only figure out whats going on after putting on gas masks and testing everybody’s blood.

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"I've been wanting to ask, why does the bird wear a tiny hat?" "I made it for the tiger but the bird keeps taking it." KPOP DEMON HUNTERS (2025)

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HAPPY PRIDE

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Small Elephant Hawk-moth - Deilephila porcellus

By Pedro Luna

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Just saw a post asking how tall people are and now I want to make it a poll. Apologies to people in the fringe height categories, you do not get specifics.

I had to consult a chart for this

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Meet Zack Carter...

Hey friendos! Someone to Build Me Up has been out for a week, and I'm so grateful to everyone who picked up a copy and left a review! I thought it would be nice to introduce you to our main character (or at least point at him while he ogles the guy sitting in the corner of the coffee shop).

Enjoy the first page ->

There's a very handsome man in a high-backed chair in the corner with a sketchbook in his lap. And he keeps sneaking looks at me. 

I can't tell if he knows I see him. Usually, I can tell when someone's eyes are on me, and usually, I try not to encourage it. This is a cafe where students hang out, and anyone in here could be in my freshman Shakespeare class or in one of my upper division courses.

I've been coming to Silverskins, a coffee shop two blocks away from campus, ever since I was a student here. It's where I meet friends, where I prepare for classes when I don't need the books in my office.

At a gorgeous campus where half the offices face the mountains and the other half face the ocean, my office is buried in the center of the English building. I'm almost sure it had been a janitor’s closet up until recently. There is literally a spigot on the wall.

The man who is looking at me doesn't look like a freshman, though, other than the way he dresses. But even then, he'd look like a freshman from the year 2010. He's got tight black jeans with ripped knees and is wearing a Nine Inch Nails shirt that looks like he bought it back when The Downward Spiral first came out. His shoulder bag, also black, is covered in pins—safety pins included. A brain-bucket style helmet sits next to him, although he doesn't look like the type who would have a motorcycle.

And now I'm the one staring. Which, again, I shouldn't be doing. Sure, I've been told I'm a gigantic flirt, but I don't sh*t where I eat. Looking at this guy, though, is scratching at the door of this old, unfortunate thing I have for emo boys. The kind who would hex my name when I was a high-school water polo player but did very much the opposite when I was a student with them in university lit and philosophy classes. Behind that door, something starving is biding its time.

Not that any of it matters. I'm thirty-five years old and have finally learned a little bit of self-control. Plus, I'm not ready to be in a relationship again anyway.

We make brief eye contact when he gathers his things to leave, which I hope isn't my fault. His eyes are steel-gray, a knife's edge that I know could pare me down to a pile of bones and marrow like a quartered chicken.

I watch him leave, as my best friend, Ellie Berglund, brushes by him. She casts a quick glance over her shoulder as he disappears, then catches the level of my gaze, which was absolutely, 100 percent focused on the gentle curve of his ass. It’s much shapelier than a guy with his narrow build should have. Her smart-ass grin tells me she's definitely going to comment. 

To be fair, I would too.

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I’d hoped not to have to come back to everyone so soon, but despite our success in January, it seems we've boarded another rollercoaster ride at some point.

We've been in and out of our vet five or six times this past month with both of our dogs. It seemed right when one was trending upwards, something would happen with the other - appetite loss, straining to pee, weakness in the legs... We said goodbye to our other dog on Monday, June 16th after a near month long struggle with his appetite and an ultimate diagnosis of Cushing's Disease. Despite all our efforts, we were just too late.

Jonah was diagnosed with bladder stones and put on an expensive prescription diet after a near miss with a urinary blockage at the start of June. He thankfully passed his first stones after having his bladder examined by our vet and being put back in his kennel to wait further testing - testing that he wound up not needing because he decided to show them exactly what the problem was right then. The stones were sent off to the lab and we recently got our final answer.

Jonah has struvite bladder stones. He'll need to be on a prescription diet for the rest of his life. It'll take time on this prescription diet for his existing stones to dissolve. It's all a waiting game with what amounts to a minefield in his bladder, waiting to get triggered at any moment until its disarmed.

Today, he had to go to urgent care once again because he was straining to pee and our normal vet was closed. After nearly two hours there, he was confirmed to have a blockage. They managed to flush the stone back into his bladder as a temporary measure, but he needs to go to his normal vet on Monday and there's a very strong possibility he may need emergency surgery to remove the stones from his bladder since this is his second near miss with a blockage in a month.

If it comes to surgery, we aren't certain what we'll do. After nearly a month in and out of the vet, we're just about at our limit. We urgently need help. Jonah could live a perfectly healthy life on his prescription diet, but we may not have the time it would take for it to treat his existing stones.

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I wish I didn't have to lean on outside help once again - especially so soon after my last call for help. But it seems Jonah's a bit of a lemon of a dog. Right when one thing is fixed, another goes wrong. We aren't ready to give up on him yet, but he's certainly making things challenging through no fault of his own.

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i'm literally cuddlebait. i'm internationally recognized as a snuggle risk. they've got me on the registry of snoozers with two charges of soft and reasonable suspicions of smells good

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translation: “My sheep! [bah! bah!] You are my life. [bah! bah!] Walk behind me…[bah! bah!] Sing (after me).”

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Happy 10th birthday to the best tweet of all time.

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