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affirmations for writers: i know how to write. i have seen sentences before, and i know how to make one. i can identify up to several words and their meanings. i am not afraid of semicolons.

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I'm firmly convinced that once Cass discovers the term "skill issue" it's going to become her new favorite combination of words and she is going to use it in response to literally anything.

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Big cat, little cat

HUNTRESS!!!

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Okay so I know I've blogged and reblogged about this page before, but it usually concentrates on the "And you're not in charge of me. I don't even wear a bat." bit that ends it and I want to back up from that and talk about how the initial response relates to Tim's development since he was a kid that I think gets overlooked:

Bruce: What are you doing? Tim: The same as you: my job. Look, I know you're worried, but the doctor says I'm fine to- Bruce: No. You're not ready. You should have assessed the situation at the gala. Seen the gunman before turning your back. Tim: Are you serious? I was saving people! Wait...does my getting shot remind you of Jason? Of Alfred? Is that it? Look, I didn't start yesterday. You're mad about a different thing.

In particular the power behind saying "You're mad about a different thing." in this specific context.

Because Bruce just blatantly criticized Tim's ability to do his job, his handling of the situation. And since this comic has been from Bruce's pov, the reader does know that's a cover. For his real-world fear of losing his son. And Tim is right, he was thinking about Jason, comparing that situation on the way to the hospital.

But anyone who is a long-time Tim reader would know that Tim as a kid? Would have taken the criticism to heart. Would have worried about it, questioned his abilities. Young Tim had a lot of fear and worry about not being good enough, not making the right decisions, etc.

So while the final "you don't control me" declaration is kind of more universally Tim, I love this "I didn't start yesterday", acknowledgement that Tim isn't the same insecure kid constantly worried about being fired.

You're mad about a different thing. You aren't actually mad at me. And I know you're not actually mad at me.

That particular type of confidence? Is so much newer, and so long-term hard-earned.

Yelling at Batman? Not new. Drawing a connection to something else Bruce would be upset about? Also not particularly new. Being confident Batman isn't actually mad at him? Damn, okay, Tim, I see you.

*chef's kiss*

(Also Bruce is definitely actually mad at himself. I know the slightly later Harley Quinn comic with Tim I've also blogged about mentioned Tim is apparently seeing a therapist now, and I don't know how long he has been, but it's enough of a fair assumption that he was already here, so I think someone properly learned what "projecting" is. Good for him.)

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I love her <3

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Hm.

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“Bruce doesn’t know how to cook” “Bruce doesn’t make his own bed” have you considered the possibility that Bruce knows how to do all of those things but lets Alfred do them anyway because if he doesn’t, the whole Manor falls apart?

Bruce lets Alfred make the bed because after the close call with Killer Croc last night it’s either crisp folded sheets pressed to perfection OR Alfred goes deep into the Gotham sewers with a rifle, a belt of flash-bangs, and 30 years of unresolved overprotectiveness.

let the man cook. literally, please let him cook something.

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i tried

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writers be like; anyone gonna write this story? and then not wait for an answer. and then not write it either

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#fuck or die

content warning: #major character death

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Bruce, gripping Wonder Woman’s lasso, the other end of which is around his former sidekick’s waist: Tim. Tell the truth.

Tim: Okay, sure. So what happened that morning was -

Dick: Yeah, that’s not gonna work. Try this one.

Bruce, gripping Donna’s Lasso of Persuasion, the other end of which is around Tim’s waist: Tell the whole truth.

Tim, rolling his eyes: Fine. As I was saying, you need some context, but -

Bruce: Tell nothing but the truth.

Tim: Hmm. Yeah, okay. So… The night before, we ran into the Scarecrow, and -

Bruce, eye twitching: Do not imply anything other than the truth.

Tim: Jeez, fine. Well, Kon was pretty injured, but we -

Bruce: Do not present emotional interpretations that do not align with the truth! Or any other kind of misleading interpretation!

Tim, visibly thinking: Don’t… present… Yeah, I can do that. Anyway, as I keep trying to tell you…

Dick: Oh my GOD. How the hell are you even planning to get around that one?

Tim, shrugging: I was gonna go with focusing your attention on the wrong parts of the story, and some poorly presented statistics and graphs as backup. Manipulate the axes, the zero-point, the units, the p-values. You know. The works.

Bruce and Dick, blinking:

Tim: What, did you expect me not to answer that question? I’m under a truth compulsion. Look. [gesturing with his hand] Lassoes.

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me flirting: you're a fucking idiot and I'm gonna fight you

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look me in the eyes dc and tell me a seventeen year old would make a good ceo

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torso muscles study (+an excuse to draw messy hair)

ref image under the cut!

^found on pinterest, so unfortunately i don’t know the original photographer, sorry!

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Thinking about... Them...

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tragedy is when a man has so much failwife potential & yet gets assigned suave dom by the fandom and isn't allowed to be anything else. chin up king your loser energy is seen and appreciated. by me