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has this been done

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The author's blatant fetish. The one you picked this book up for. Because you also have that fetish.

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tim & kon doodles

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Commissions are open

If you’re interested DM me for more information, clarification either here on tumblr or on my twitter @tiiffycat

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shoutout to everyone who wants to infodump but cant string together coherent thoughts to form sentences and instead just look at you like this

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you have to outlive donald trump

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little rich boy batman's secretly insane control freak adopted middle child who clones his dead best friend he's secretly in love with <3 tim drake you mean the world to me

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idk why people are still trying to do "hear me out"s on tumblr

you could talk about wanting to fuck the space needle on here and people would still call you a poser for insisting on fucking "conventionally attractive architecture" as if that's a coherent, easily-recognizable category

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Redrawing them as this meme

Trying out different colouring styles don't mind me

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A proposal

Sometimes, in fandom, we just want to write id-tastic fic that rolls around in tropes that might be viewed as problematic. But we don’t want to address the problematic side of things in this particular fanwork; we just want to roll around and wallow.

It is considered courteous to give readers a heads-up via use of AO3 tags. I propose a tag that signals that a given fanwork is for rolling around, not giving a measured evaluation of anything. The MCU has carved out a space for this sort of fic with the “HYDRA Trash Party” tag, for which I commend them. Trash Party is a bit too specific to cover all of the ground I’m thinking of here, though; I propose “Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.”

For those of you not familiar with Arrested Development, Michael Bluth finds a paper bag in the freezer labeled “Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.” He opens the bag, finds a dead dove, and reacts as follows:

[gif of a white man saying “I don’t know what I expected” in a deadpan manner]

The “Dead Dove: Do Not Eat” tag would essentially be a “what it says on the tin” metatag, indicating “you see the tropes and concepts tagged here? they are going to appear in this fic. exactly as said. there will not necessarily be any subversion, authorial commentary condemning problematic aspects, or meditation on potential harm. this fic contains dead dove. if you proceed, you should expect to encounter it.”

(more at KnowYourMeme: http://knowyourmeme.com/memes/i-dont-know-what-i-expected)

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Happy pride sleepy dykes

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Jason: I’m dating Roy

Bruce: Hmm (derogatory)

Jason: He has a daughter which makes you a grandad

Bruce: Hmm (delighted)

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Midnight city wip update

I'm at 3k words for this next chapter and I'm getting closer and closer to the end of Midnight city... Well I say the end :3c I have a sequel lined up ready which will have my other fave ships in it. Including Birdflash and Jayroy! So here's a sneak peek at the first chapter focusing on Wally's adventures in a world with vampires lurking in the shadows. Hope you enjoy

‘Get the guards!’ A stranger's voice yelled out, screams filling the air. Wally wished he could see what chaos was happening around him but the red velvet blindfold blocked out all light. He couldn't even scream for help with the metal gag in his mouth.

He shifted and pulled at the chains holding him to the floor, not getting an inch as he was forced to sit there and await his fate.

Had the police come? Was it a rival gang? Was he saved or damned? He knew he was on a stage, chained to the floor with nothing but a pair of black silk boxer briefs on. The material was decadent in a way that disgusted him given the context.

Chained and gagged. He was being sold to some psychos who were bidding on him.

‘One million’

‘On million and two!’

That was how much he was worth to these people. He wasn't a person, he was some kind of- some kind of play thing!

‘I got the last of them, boss!’ A younger sounding voice yelled out, seemingly proud of himself as steps came closer to him. It sounded like boots on the floor and he stiffened.

‘Good work Gar.’ The voice said closer. A beautiful, melodic voice and Wally hated it. It meant this wasn't the police. They would have announced themselves like they do in the movies “Stop police!” And all that.

A hand. Gentle and smooth cupped his cheeks and when had the stranger gotten so close? 

‘Look at you.’ The stranger cooed, voice low as he tilted his head this way and that. Wally shivered under the touch, snapping his head away with what little strength he had.

‘Easy! Sorry I got carried away there… Here.’ He unlatched the bit in his mouth, drool escaping him and making a mess as he breathed easier, taking deep shuddering breaths of cold air, he could smell some fancy cologne from the stranger and the scent of rotten blood. 

His jaw ached something fierce and he tried to speak. Only to be too scared past a whimper as the stranger went to untie his blindfold.

‘Not gonna hurt you.’ He promised again and he heard padding on the floor like an animal.

‘He gonna be okay? We could always mind wipe him like the others?’  they asked.

What? They could what now?? 

‘D-don't.’ He begged and he was hushed like a child. The blindfold slipped away and as he got used to the blinding stage lights he saw the man in front of him and paled.

‘Easy there, buddy.’ The man said, beautiful beyond words but vicious looking with sharp canines and pointed ears. His eyes were the deepest shades of blue like the ocean but his pupils were slits down the middle.

Somehow familiar and Wally had the taste of cotton candy in his mouth and cheering in his mind. Where had he seen him before? He couldn't have for something inhuman was kneeling in front of him. With a tiger at his side?

Looking out he saw he was indeed on a stage facing red velvet seats.

“And our last lot! Lot 35, a rare AB-Negative blood-doll to break in. As you can see he's a healthy male of 25-”

‘Where am I?” He asks, throat feeling dry as the man keeps staring at him, a small smile on his lips.

‘Hmm? Oh sorry! Gotham. You're in Gotham city.’ He said, suddenly taking hold of the chains holding Wally to the floor and tugging them.

They broke like paper and Wally took his hands back and tried to stand.

‘Easy, dude.’ The tiger said, watching him struggle and Wally took a step back.

‘What's happening. Did they drug me again.’ He asked himself as he stood on wobbly feet and the stranger held his arms steady.

‘Not quite, calm down.’ he said with a gentle ease like ocean waves on a calm day and suddenly Wally could breathe again, looking into those eyes and drowning in them.

‘For our next act, the amazing family trio-’

‘You saved me?’ he asks it like a question and the stranger smiles brightly.

‘Yes! Exactly that. Me and my friends here.’ he exclaimed as more people joined the stranger on the stage. A girl dressed in witchy goth clothes, a woman floating with orange skin and fiery red hair and a black man made up of wooden prosthetics ‘we’re the good guys.’ he said cheerfully and Wally didn't believe him.

Till he looked into those eyes again.

‘You can trust us.’ the stranger said with that same hypnotic stare and Wally stumbled.

‘I can trust you?’ he asks again. He hasn't trusted anyone in so long. Not his parents, not the people who had taken him from his home almost five years ago… But could he trust this man?

‘Mhmm~ that's right. Now sleep, beautiful.’ he says. Him? Beautiful? Speak for yourself! Even as he thought to say it he fell asleep, dropping like dead weight into blissful oblivion.

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new least favourite animal discovered. WHAT THR FUCK.

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all robin plush designs are now complete and samples are in production!! Who are you looking forward to most? 💙❤️💛💚