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[confused-wanderer]

Alfred runs a front.

You know those posts where people accidentally stumble upon fronts for money laundering operations? And how the people just roll with it and go “fuck yeah this is a pizza store, what can we get you?” and then proceed to deliver the best pizza you’ve ever had?

That, but with the batcave. Logically, it’s impossible to get near it. There’s no way anyone strategic or analytic can trace back the batfam to find an entrance to it. But somehow this group of college kids stumble upon it on accident after getting horribly lost on their way for a 3 am snack run. They’re all sleep-deprived and so used to Gotham’s eccentricities that they honestly don’t even get alarmed when Google maps tells them to drive through a wall, even less so when it fucking WORKS.

The butler had been bored for the last couple of days, and since everyone was off on missions, the silence was adding to Alfred’s anxiety about his children. So when he sees these group of confused kids yelling into the darkness if this was bar, he says “screw it”. In the blink of an eye, there’s a decoy close to but not quite near the batcave, where Alfred turns the room into a cosy little hangout spot.

It becomes a phenomenon only for the true Gotham locals. And Gotham is protective of its own. Alfred doesn’t have to worry about telling anyone to keep it a secret, it’s now become a sort of initiation/tradition for new Gothamites when the locals think they’ve earned it. Some days Alfred keeps it well hidden when he doesn’t want to entertain, others he allows it to be found, fills up his bartending stall and waits for the chaos. People pour in, and it’s a nice cozy place just to be. Alfred’s a mean bartender, he whips up drinks like never before. Also gives advice like never before.

Some days it’s a bar, and you go there with your closest friends and as long as you clean up after yourselves and aren’t being disruptive, nobody cares. Others the menu includes tea, and it’s the time for bringing games to play with loved ones. Everyone is friendly and plays nice, because Alfred will not hesitate to pull out a shotgun for anyone who things otherwise.

People sometimes spot the bats or the justice league hovering around the location and figure it’s an exclusive occasion, and honestly a billionaire having a private bar for superheroes is not that weird at all so people roll with it.

Alfred exchanges information with others, builds his channel of gossip. He hears about the newer, local threats that emerge. The political and economic issues grieving Gotham’s citizens, and makes a mental note to tell the others. He hears Tim and Stephanie were munching on burgers last night, he guesses all their praise about his waffles were merely lies. But he also knows how Cheryl from the retirement home plays a mean BINGO, and can’t lose even if she tried. Speaking of which, he needs to hold another tournament soon not because Alfred was petty or competitive.. he was merely.. competent.

Nobody from the batfam knows about this. It’s Alfred’s favorite past time, and no one from the batfam is allowed within TWENTY feet of it.

The man’s a proper Englishman. Let him have his tea.

[dr-goatman]

gods, will graham and hannibal are so codependent

hannibal saw that will wasnt on time for his appointment, so he looked visibly sad and hurt, a rarity. he locked his hands together to keep from calling him, and likely to try and soothe worry. he looked a tad confused why he was feeling these things AND THEN HE DROVE A FUCKING HOUR JUST TO SEE WILL, AT THE FUCKING FBI WHATEVER ITS CALLED hannibal needs will. he may not like that he needs will at first, but that doesnt change the fact that he does.

will graham went to fucking europe to find hannibal and discover his past. on the way he broke into hannibals childhood home, got held at gunpoint by chiyoh, hannibals kinda-sister [i love her btw], kissed her, got thrown off a train by her, then walked lord knows how long, INJURED, to civilization, and then continued on to search for hannibal, finding him, then eventually getting almost killed by him [again]. BUT it was particularly brutal this time, he literally like was getting a bonesaw taken to his fucking skull, he was gonna get his brain eaten

OH YEAH BUT IT WAS LITERALLY PAINLESS!!!! HE WAS DRUGGED OUT OF HIS MIND, LIKE, MASON VERGER, WHEN DRUGGED TO EAT HIS FACE, COULD FEEL IT ALL JUST NOT STOP HIMSELF OR RLLY REACT, WILL COULDNT FEEL IT AT ALL!!!!!

anyways, yet he returned to america with hannibal, then hannibal turned himself in after a bit just cuz will said he didnt wanna know where he was, what he was doing, etc. 3 yrs, will doesnt visit him in his 'jail' cell, [he lives in a glass cage thing in a mansion, wouldnt rlly call that a jail cell], after that 3 yrs, shit goes down w dolarhyde [love him btw] and will needs hannibal, desperately. u can tell hes been thinking of him this entire time yet wont even admit it to himself.

eventually shit goes down AGAIN and hannibal and will run away together, knowing damn well dolarhyde is after them. hannibal stand in between the window and will KNOWING dolarhyde is outside, just so he would take the shot, not will. they eventually fall off a cliff in each others arms, but according to the writers or someone, apparently they aint dead, which is shown in the last scene where bedelia is missing one of her legs, shes holding a fork in self defense and there are 2 other places set at the table, her leg as a main dish, she is being fed herself, which is just like what hannibal did to that one dude, starting with the leg[s]

except now will graham is along for the ride

[this is all ignoring SO much, such as hannibal always being will's first call when he needs help, and will being hannibals 'fascination' [see: obsession] so much so that since even before we meet bedelia, [who at the time was hannibal's therapist] she knows will graham by name and has been spoken to about him.

extensively.

to the point that she KNOWS he is hannibals obsession.

bedelia LITERALLY compared will to bluebeards last wife, and said shed prefer to had been the last. shes mildly jealous but so is will, and thats ok!]

[i love bedelia, btw, shes so awesome]

also as the series progresses we see hannibal, the extremely put together and posh man, become slowly more and more undone and relaxed

at the same time, it takes will, the extremely messy, frazzled and almost careless man, and it makes him more put together, he dresses nicer, looks more cleaned up and put together

he doesnt shake like an abused puppy, he is more snippy [see: bitchy]

and hes not sweating all the fucking time im so srs, there are so many shots of him just drenched in sweat and its honestly funny, its insane how much he sweats

[they-planet404]

so i’ve heard some people asking (both to me and online) why trans people have to change our bodies, why we can’t be happy with what we were born with. it’s usually followed by “it’s what god gave you” or “since genitals aren’t gender according to you”, and i wanna take a wee moment to talk about my side of it.

i was happy with my body. i enjoyed wearing outfits that emphasised my chest and waist, i thought i looked hot as and i was comfortable with that. at the same time, i kept being misgendered. strangers would refer to me as “lady” taking one look at me, even people i had introduced myself as using they/he would use she pronouns for me. it was never anyone’s first guess that i might not be a girl.

i was asking why? i do my masculine makeup everyday, i wear my pronoun pins, i know they’ll asssume i’m a girl from my chest but why is there never a split second of hesitation? even from the people i’ve told?

whenever i asked this question i was told multiple times over. no one would see me as nonbinary if i still looked like a girl. no one would view me as who i am unless i conformed to what they expected me to be. and that was when i started hating my body. buying binders and wearing them for 10+ hours because i couldn’t go to university without it. wearing clothes purely from the male section so i could maybe hide my curves. cutting my hair down to a masculine style instead of the shoulder length one i loved to play with and style. i haven’t put makeup on in months, when taking that time to do some eyeliner, or draw some stars next to my eyes, was what gave me the confidence to leave the house.

the outfits that i used to love wearing, that brought me joy and confidence, sit in my cupboard gathering dust. i keep them, hoping one day i can wear them again, but can’t help but reach for the same “masculine” fits every time i need.

it wasn’t that i wanted to change every part of my body. i was learning to love who i was. i was using my confidence in my gender identity to build a confidence in my appearance i never had when i was using she/her. but when everyone is telling you the only way to be seen as the person you are, the person you love, you have to change lego you are” to fit with who they think you should be.

tldr; you can’t demand nonbinary and trans people conform to your ideas of what gender should look like, then ask why we’re changing our bodies so “dangerously”.

[violent138]

Bruce showing someone his kids' pictures from when they were little: "And this is Jason--"

Jason: "That's a picture of Tim, actually--"

Bruce, fumbling with his wallet: "This is Barbara when she was younger--"

Babs: "Steph isn't even a redhead, how are you messing this up?"

Bruce: "This is Cass--"

Steph: "That's literally a cropped baby picture of you. What are you doing?"

Bruce: "You can't see it fully but this is Alfred with Dick--"

Damian: "That used to be a picture of me and Grandfather."

Bruce: "Here's a picture of Tim."

Batkids: *examining it*

Tim: "That... actually could be anyone."

Damian, simultaneously: "It's not ugly enough for Drake."

Bruce, oblivious to the fight breaking out: "And this is Duke."

Duke, spitting out water when he sees it: "How the hell do you have that?"

Dick: "Well at least he's two for ten."

Jason, going through the photos: "Why are some of these fucking stock photos?"

Dick: "You think that's bad? He's got a picture from the circus with Tim circled in the crowd."

[confused-wanderer]

.. CONSIDER

Dick’s circus had a lioness. She had been separated from her pack, chased by hunters until one of the circus men stumbled upon her at the edge of the city they were in at the time, seeing her bleeding, yet growling the moment anyone came near.

They couldn’t take her to the authorities, the hunters were well-known, and would shoot the lioness as soon as they caught wind. But the circus had animals anyways, there was always someone with medical expertise in the veterinary field.

So he takes her there, puts her in a spacious case and the whole circus decides to unanimously both adopt and protect her. Nobody would find it suspicious if there was a lion in a circus now would they?

Dick’s parents are horrified. His mother refuses to let him stay in the same room as the lioness, and his father would sometimes sneak Dick over to have him look at her.

“It is our duty to protect those who cannot protect themselves. Make no mistake son, the scared are not powerless, they are stronger than you can imagine. We must be kind to all creatures of this world, for it is their world we are living in. Of course you will be scared. You must be, and you must still be brave. That is the highest honour any man can hope to have. Protecting what you have faith in, even if it terrifies you. Do you understand, my Robin?”

Terrified would be an understatement for what little Dick was feeling right now. Watching those intelligent eyes look at him, so human he could’ve sworn the animal was just a man in a fur suit. He loved her claws, loved her growl. He was in awe of the power her presence commanded.

And one night, when a nightmare plagued him so badly he’d woken up shaking, a scream half-clawing its way out of his mouth, he weeps in silence. He had been alone in his dream, and the silence had been deafening. He couldn’t see anything except the darkness, no matter how fast he ran. He’d ran left, he’d ran right, tumbled and fallen into the empty shadows and screamed for someone, anyone to find him.

He runs to the animals, desperately trying to find his elephant. She would soothe him, she would let him rest against her back, ruffling his hair with her trunk. But he falters, looking at the empty spot. Ah. Of course. Tonight his parents had a show with her, in a private viewing Dick hadn’t been allowed to attend. In fact, almost all of the animals were out performing tonight, and the babies were at the far back, guarded by a mean watchman.

So he’s shaking, crying out in panic as his breaths refuse to slow down. He was alone. He was alone, he was alone no one was there it was dark dark so dark why was it dark why was-

A small growl makes his head snap up, and he raises a shaking hand only to find it curling around something soft but rough. Something.. alive. Dick was so confused, squinting into the darkness and peering closer, and closer until he sees a tail flicker in his grasp. And before he realises it he’s jerking back, falling to the ground as the lioness raises her head.

And Dick breaks down, crying in relief that he wasn’t alone. The only thing he remembers is sitting there in silence, chattering away so the darkness can’t reach him, and he doesn’t even notice he’s inching closer towards the lioness, who seems intently focused on him, ears perked up as if she was actually listening.

When the circus returned the next morning, they were all frozen in shock. Little Dick Grayson was fast asleep, head having fallen between the bars and resting on the lioness’ paw, while the other was protectively placed around his stomach. She was licking his hair, purring contently for the first time. Haly later described it to Dick after they’d finally released her back into the wild as seeing two glowing eyes peering through the dark cage, a powerful aura of Nature’s Majesty protecting her cub’s sleep.

It’s this thought that Dick flashes back on when he looks at the lion in the cage. And so he lets it happen again, chattering away his fear and watching its eyes follow him around. God that lion had the same look his leonaçia had, and it tugs at his heart strings a little too much.

So when the fire erupts, Dick watches the flames in horror, and looks at the cage. The lion’s eyes reflect his own fear, and he growls at the intruder. He’s scared. And so is Dick.

So he reaches a hand out, grabs the tail and the words “Hey Girl! Stay. Stay.” leave his lips before he even knows it. And suddenly, Dick feels like he’s back in time, panicking and scared, desperately holding onto her tail begging her not to leave him.

He was saving her this time. And no amount of fear was going to scare him enough not to.

Still cannot believe this mistake wasn’t caught by anyone 😭 🦁

Batman/Superman: World’s Finest

[anishenanigans]

[guy whose heart is an autoclave voice] yeah man lately ive just been feeling like this great unstable mass of blood and foam yknow

[prince-ashitaka]

Lets create a house where yelling means we’re having fun. When you hear a door slam you know it was accidentally pulled with too much strength, not slammed out of anger. When there is silence, it is Contentment, not another passive aggressive fight. The dog is no longer barking to protect, he simply just wants the cats to play with him. Let’s create a safe, warm environment that makes you feel like you can breathe, not hold your breath. Let’s stomp on the eggshells we use to tip toe on. Together we will make this house into a home. And welcome all with open arms into this kind and loving space.

[standsforjinxed]

Post-season 2 delirium in full swing

[cavefairy]

i have lifehacked tumblr okay

so i get rlly upset (not sure why) if i miss posts from people im close to or really enjoy seeing on my dash, but its overwhelming when im offline for hours and theres a shit ton of posts to scroll thru and then i keep seeing more pop up and basically it fucking sucks BUT

i just suck it up and deal with it, when its over 100 posts. but if its not, i tried scrolling to the bottom of all the new stuff and HOLY SHIT GUYS

this actually works for me bc i seem to scroll faster going up ??? and if someone tries to say 'but what abt those long posts that you click keep reading and theyre like 20 huge rbs long' i dont click memey posts that have the cut on em bc i know theyre super long and annoying, but i will for art posts bc i know theyre not overwhelmingly long

im losing the point. what im trying to say is going to the bottom of the new posts and scrolling up works way better for me and theres not nearly as many to get thru when i get to the top and refresh for the new posts. if anyone is struggling with this (i know its weird but hey, someone else could be just as weird as me and just deal with it themself) i hope you try this out, it may or may not work, but theres no harm in trying, right ?

[anistarrose]

[ID from alt: a tumblr textpost with Ghost Trick sprites added. As an anon, Lynne asks: "Mr. Elvis weren't you dead," and as a blog named elvis-official, the Man in Red replies: "I got better." Then the other, identical Man in Red appears as a blog named ghost-of-elvis-official, and he replies: "Well this is awkward..." The original man, elvis-official, gasps: "Woah mama it's my own specter." End ID.]

[hadesisqueer]

RWBY as tweets

[orangechickenpillow]

The Last Days of Judas Iscariot by Stephen Adly Guirgis

[aimeeisdead]

aa textposts part 7

[violent138]

Tim: "What are you drawing?"

Damian: "None of your business." *seethes as Tim drags one over*

Tim: "Oh sweet. You know, I used to draw Batman fanart too. Mostly Robin. It wasn't this good though."

Damian: *reluctantly proud*

Damian, sighing: "Can I see some of yours?"

Tim: "Uh, yeah sure,"-- shows Damian some on his phone-- "what do you think?"

Damian: *taking the phone to look at them closer*

Damian, while sending them to himself: "Don't quit your day job."

Alfred on the other hand, prints out Tim's photos and sticks Damian and Tim's drawings up onto the fridge.

[balletdoll]

a lot more of these because it's fun

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[plusultraetc]

Symbol of Going Through It