#idk where i'm going with this...

[sodaneko]

the ancient and bloodthirsty entity who haunts my narrative and i saw you from across the ritual chamber and we love your vibe

[snarkspawn]

can't wait to fall in love with every single one of them tbh

[enterstellars]

honestly mad respect for pope francis cause he used his dying breath to pray for gaza and to shit on jd vance and that’s an inspiring way to go out

[egophiliac]

don't think I'm not still obsessing over 7-12

[kettlefire]

Muscle Memory (DpxDc)

Jason barely remembered getting back to his safe house or even finding his way to bed. The night had been so tiring, so busy, and so many parts of his body hurt.

The moment his head hit the pillow, he was out like a light. Drifting off into dreamland for some much need sleep.

That was until a noise stirred him up from his sleep. It was a soft creak of one of his many loose floorboards.

It was in a flash that Jason was up, eyes still heavy with sleep, and a gun held to his thigh as he exited his bedroom. The soft light coming from his bathroom was the first hint.

When he pushed open the bathroom door, the sight before him had him holstering his weapon. Black hair, blue eyes, and blood. That's all Jason needed to see.

Jason would swear he wasn't still half asleep, that he knew this wasn't one of his brothers. In reality, still sluggish from a hard night and sleep deprivation, Jasin's brain had automatically assumed it was one of his baby brothers.

As he immediately settled into patching up the wounds, holding back questions for now. It wouldn't be the first time one of them came to him for aid when they didn't want Bruce to know they were hurt yet.

It was pure muscle memory as Jason worked. Yes, he didn't like the injuries, reminding himself to ask which rogue did this in the morning.

Now wasn't the time for an interrogation. Not with the barely concealed tears in those eyes, or the dark bags that decorated beneath them.

He barely grumbled for the teen to take the couch, reminding that there were extra blankets in the hallway closet. Dropping a few pills into the boy's hand to help with the pain he was surely in.

Jason left the mess in the bathroom, leaving it a problem for more awake him. He waved the boy off when he tried to speak, telling him they'll talk in the morning.

In the end, Jason was glad to finally face plant back into his bed. Barely bothering to curl up under the covers before sleep took over once again.

When morning came, Jason almost forgot about letting one of his brother's crash in his place. Stumbling out of his bedroom to immediately notice the lump on his couch.

He put a pot of coffee on, grabbing his phone, ready to let Bruce know that whoever came to him last night was safe and sound.

Except, when Jason moved over to confirm who it was, he finally noticed. This wasn't one of his brothers. And last he heard, Bruce hadn't taken in any new strays.

Jason stood over the sleeping boy, phone in one hand, and mind figuring out what to do. His mind replaying the half-asleep memories from last night.

It made sense, now that he thought about it. The boy had seemed so scared, so surprised that Jason was helping. The boy hadn't done anything either by the looks of it.

He didn't seem to have taken anything or even snooped. The boy seemed to have just crashed on the couch like Jason had told him to. He didn't come here to rob him or cause trouble. The kid had broken into his safe house only to raid his first aid kit.

The kid had broken into his safe house only to raid his first aid kit.

Well, Jason wasn't about to put Alfred's teachings to shame by being a horrible host either.

[dricacchi]

some arthur lester design ideas and doodles

[lena-thinks-too-much]

It is so, so important to me that people understand that Tim didn't figure out the bats because Dick was a "Show off". Like yes, Dick Grayson is the most flamboyant, dramatic ass man you will ever meet.

But the quadruple somersault? There's no way that was because dick was just showing off. Because you're telling me Bruce Wayne, who's so committed to hiding his identity that he literally acts like a completely different person out of the mask in public just to ward suspicion, would miss the fact that Robin regularly uses the flying Grayson's trademark move? There's literally no way.

In the comics we see Tim explain his deductive process to Dick and Alfred and they're both surprised impressed whatever. We don't see him explain it to Bruce. I think Bruce would be surprised and shocked that a 9 year old was able to put the pieces together but I don't think he'd be surprised that the quadruple somersault gave it away.

So if Bruce was possibly aware of such an obvious give away, why let it continue?

I'll tell you why.

It really comes down to the physics

So Dick was 9 when he started out right? That means the most he'd have likely weighed was 43kgs or roughly 95lbs in freedom units.

But Dick and both of his parents are gymnasts who tend to be smaller. So he was likely less than that.

In physics, rotating objects build up angular momentum (this is how bikes stay up right for example). The more rotation, the more momentum. And objects with less mass build up that momentum much faster than those that are heavier.

Robin constantly has to fight people who are nearly 3 times his size. I teach 8 year olds, they're tiny. A quadruple somersault for a small boy that weighs less than a hundred pounds is a brutal weapon. Especially if you add in the acceleration from gravity as he drops in from above.

And I can guarantee you this logic tracks because Dick literally utilizes this idea, without the somersault, in the 2009 teen titans cartoon.

Yeah, that's right. We're talking about the infamous knee drop.

Like it is borderline savage. Add in a quadruple somersault and the resulting force is nearly fatal. It's likely the main reason Batman would ever allow him to do it with the cape on.

Also, Dick landing feet first on the penguin in the first image probably gave the guy severe back issues

[boku-no-anime-phase]

So I'm not dying on this hill or anything but I do appreciate the fact that Maomao is recognized in the story as looking young and being small. Feels like every anime girl has massive eyes and a baby face, but unlike most anime girls, Maomao's appearance plays a role in her life, and even poses challenges to her. I'm not just talking about her freckles; it feels like people tend to underestimate her intelligence and drive because she is small and looks young. She has a hard time winning the respect she wants and needs. She can't wield sex appeal to get what she wants, the way some other women can. She's got nothing going for her but her brains, her determination, her acting skills, and sometimes the influence of a man who takes her side.

[riddlerosehearts]

malleus and silver both look basically identical to their parents but they were able to break the cycle of hatred and violence that their parents were trapped in, because they loved each other, because when they looked into each other's eyes neither of them saw the face of someone they wanted to hurt, instead they each saw someone they desperately wanted to protect, of someone who was like family to them, and they were able to stop fighting and use the power of that familial love to combine their magic and literally bring lilia back to life, and i'm going to lay down and cry now.

[blauespikmin]

Sooo that just happened, right fellas?

[technically-human]

So I haven't watched Arcane but I hear jayvik is about a twink who dooms the world in the pursuit of knowledge and salvation and his partner/coworker ends up having to kill him but that's okay because they decide that what matters is being together one way or another even though the partner really didn't have to stay and could've maybe saved himself.

And that sounded familiar.

[khattikeri]

awful idea factory: shen yuan transmigrates into an orphan child character with the same name as him, who is also around binghe's age. he meets binghe and they quickly become inseparable (binghe will protect xiao yuan!), eventually joining cang qiong together.

unfortunately this accidentally sets up shen yuan for Shen Jiu Ultra Projection Mother Gothel levels of abuse. shen jiu now views luo binghe like a fucked up mix of himself and yue qi. since shen yuan has the same surname and is luo binghe's precious xiao-di, shen jiu is particularly fixated on him.

seeing these two sickening dirt poor orphaned childhood sweetheart brats reach cang qiong together? vowing to become cultivators and protect each other? man is livid. he hates both of them on principle, and he takes care to separate them wherever possible and make their lives miserable.

trying to mold shen yuan a certain way, forcing him to see his own monstrousness-- shen jiu isn't human either, so this kid shouldn't have a chance! engineering situations where shen yuan gets hurt to "prove" that luo binghe is either useless, a monster, or both, someone who'll only ever fail and hurt him... not even coping, just adding to the pain.

[bluehandprint]

Something about misha and jensen being aware of destiel quite early. Something about them joking about it and having discussions later on. Something about the sexual tension in early seasons. Something about jacting joices. Something about the writers putting as much subtext as they could in this story. Something about destiel being in the background since the begining and being the climax in 15x18. Something about gay love can pierce through the veil of death and save the day

[radiance1]

Danny phased through the wall, which normally he wouldn't do but fuck it he's just had the best moment of his life, walked over to the couch and pivoted before falling back onto it.

"Girlfriend, you would not believe the absolute hunk of a man I've just met tonight." He says, a dramatically dreamy sigh leaving his lips as he slipped his eyes shut.

"And you would not believe the dreamboat of a woman I've just met tonight either." Sam, fully matching his energy, pushed away from the counter and threw herself onto the back of the couch, hands resting over it and placing her head on it as she sighed in the exact same way he did.

Tucker took a sip of his concoction of various monster energies before letting out an acknowledging hum. "Who would've thought, the key to defeating a ghost and a witch would be masked bat vigilantes."

"Oh, Tucker." Sam tilted her head back, looking at him through half lidded eyes. "You just had to be there, such beauty. Such grace. And that suit? You should have seen how it made her body look!"

"Mhm." Tucker hummed lightly, more amused than anything.

"And those muscles?" Danny let out a whistle. "Goodness gracious. He lifted me up so easily-"

"Well, granted. You aren't that heavy." Tucker pointed out.

"Oh hush," Danny huffed. "What I would do to meet him again..."

"Oh, I cannot help but agree." Sam said, laying her head back on the couch.

They both out a completely smitten sigh at the exact same time, in the exact same way.

Tucker took another sip of his unholy concoction and leaned on the counter. Honestly, he loves these two, he isn't going to lie, but man are they simps.

Knowing Danny's luck, though? He would probably meet his masked vigilante again, or at least someone associated. Sam... Well. The least said about her own methods the better.

Tucker snapped a quick photo of the two, tilted it with "losers got a crush on the bats." before sending it to a certain librarian he's made friends with.

Oh, he just had an idea.

"Honestly, I'm hurt." Tucker said, the corners of his lips twitching as he placed down his cup and put his phone back into his pocket. "To think you two would replace me for two masked vigilantes."

The way the snapped to attention would be a moment Tucker would remember and lord over them for the rest of their lives.

----

"Well, that's rather interesting." Barbara mused idly, looking at the photo that was just sent to her. Not exactly what she thought she would have seen today.

But. Well.

"Two civilians have crushes on two of you." She sent in the group chat.

Then placed her phone on silent and ignored it for the rest of the evening.

[egophiliac]

can't believe that skeleman has turned on us, and Halloween Prom is tomorrow.

(what a top-tier UM...we are about to be just totally obliterated in the absolute silliest way. what possible use could this power have outside of bringing us to the brink of utter holiday disaster.)

[artliara]

them again, i wish i was normal