#or the flash lets not forget that

[gothamite-rambler]

Batman and Nightwing dealing with knock off merch

Nightwing: Hey, I found a box of plushies that look like you and Robin. Seems to be that they were selling them. I hate to admit it, but they're kind of cute.

Nightwing sauntered over with the box and pulled out a plushie that only had a cowl resembling Batman's.

Batman (glaring at the insulting plush) "Styled" is being generous. The colors are completely off.

Nightwing: I swear you had a pink and blue—

Batman (snatching the plushie, raising his voice angry): The colors are off!

Nightwing (laughing): You're right, maybe if it were rainbow-colored, it would look like— Can’t hit me or it’d be considered child abuse!

Batman groaned and flicked Nightwing on the top of his head instead. Nightwing winced rolling his eyes, but as he looked at the cheap knock off plushie he smiled at how adorable it did look.

Batman (clearly offended): I could sue for this.

Nightwing (in a judgmental tone): Sue for bad knockoffs? Ever heard of AliExpress?

Batman (tossing the toy onto the floor): No, because I don’t shop on sites like that.

Nightwing (mocking his rich dad): Oh, right, my bad. You’re the one percent that can afford those overpriced pieces of garbage?

Batman: Yes, damn it! I also don’t like my image being exploited.

Just then, Melinda, a crook and knock off merch seller handcuffed and sitting on the floor while waiting for the police, lifted her head, offended.

Melinda: Hey! I'll have you know all my ManBat merchandise is perfectly legal. There are just slight differences that make it fine. You’re here to arrest me for drugs, not for this! Okay?

Batman and Nightwing: ManBat?

Nightwing burst into laughter and walked away before Batman could react. Batman scowled at the next cheap looking knock off and tossed it at his son's head only making the man laugh harder.

Melinda: Seriously, if you want, you can take a couple for free. I actually really like you guys. Just, you know, I have a massive heroin addiction. Such is life, am I right?

Batman (exasperated): No.

Nightwing: I have a friend who can relate. Can I have the purple ManBat toy for... a friend?

Melinda nodded, revealing a missing front tooth as she smiled. Nightwing eagerly grabbed the purple plushie and hugged it tightly like it was his elephant plushie.

Nightwing: It’s soft too!

Batman (tapping his cowl, sighing): Aggravation, frustration— give me that plush!

Nightwing (chuckling): Nope! Mine now.

Batman glared at Nightwing, who still held onto the plushie. He lunged to grab it, but Nightwing sprinted away, Batman in hot pursuit.

Batman: You're a grown man, and it doesn’t even look good!

Nightwing: Don’t care, it’s mine! You never let me buy any toys that have your face on them!

Batman: I refuse to buy products that resemble my own image! At least take the robin one instead!

Nightwing: What's the point of having that one when I already was one?

Batman: Just cause you were temporarily my replacement doesn't mean you get to keep the Batman— I mean Man-Bat! Damn it!

[bevioletskies]

gemini & fourth + favorite videos (in no particular order) ↳ fourth surprise-kissing gemini while filming

[milf-lover42]

Mari wasn’t doomed by the narrative, she was doomed by us. The narrative could have changed, Hannah existed for a reason. But it was always going to be Mari. They faked us out so many times for a reason. “She’s already in the pit it can’t be her!” It has to be her. “They gave her a last name it can’t be her!” Where’s the best seller book then? Van rigs the cards, but it’s still her. It always was. And once it happened, they showed her face over. And over. And over. Because of course it’s Mari. The wilderness didn’t choose, we did.

Even Van “Death Won’t Catch Me” Palmer couldn’t stop it, because death finally won. I think if Van had survived this season Mari would have too, but they lost their tether to adulthood and couldn’t bring Mari with them anymore.

And all she wanted was a slushee and some shitty fast food.

[rosenecklaces]

Like he needs to be mauled on the fucking streets i'm so serious. and the fact this is tame compared to the top ten worse shit he has said...

[barbieyaga]

i just feel deep down in my heart that if I was an adult anywhere between the 70s-90s I would 100% be an alien abductee truther like I would be trying to spread the good word tell everyone the truth finding evidence etc

[galindathrop]

Spotify Wrapped 2023 | 26 + Stranger Things requested by @spdrgwen

I Remember You - Skid Row

Send me an ASK with any number from 1 to 100 along with one of my corresponding fandoms and I'll make a gifset!

[ribcagebonemeal]

hazza's rare flash animating is happening guys... ultra gulp

[telomirage]

I sent out a report, convinced I'd done something wrong after fighting with a program to pull the data I needed and verify some spec ranges for way longer than I expected. my boss said it was fine and HER boss came down to thank me and talk to me about some process changes we might be able to implement after we've collected more data. so it's fine actually

[themyscirah]

Started a post comparing the Messner-Loebs Flash and WW runs and their successes and failures (imo) in portraying certain themes and their similarities to each other but it started getting long and im a very slow tumblr post writer so that's a meta for another day. I do have what I think are well formed opinions on this and I'm fresh off of reading both runs so you guys are not allowed to let me forget abt writing this all up okay. Okay.

[supermacaquecool]

Jsjdkdkkfkfkfk defeated the two chozo fighters in Ferenia, I actually had to use gamer skills.......

[novaimperia]

★ asking roommate!sukuna if he’ll pretend to be your boyfriend

“what? no?”

at the moment, you’re both at a frat party you didn’t know the other would be at. if you knew sukuna would be here you still would have gone but, judging by the look of complete and utter irritation on his face, he probably wouldn’t say the same. actually, it was pretty funny to walk into the party, make eye contact with him and watch that ‘you’ve got to be fucking with me’ look manifest in his body language. 

what isn’t as funny is the weird guy in your lecture who can’t take a hint and keeps touching you. he’s here now and the shudders running up and down your body tells you very clearly he’s aware of your presence and has plans to do something about it. 

“sukuna, please. i’ll owe you one.”

sitting on a packed sofa, legs spread, he scowls up at you, piercings glinting with the movement. “i don’t need you to owe me one.”

“sukuna, come on. you’re a scary motherfucker, just be touchy with me for a second and intimidate him.”

he takes a swig of his beer. “put your big girl panties on and tell him to fuck off.”

okay, so clearly he’s not going to change his mind anytime soon. groaning, you stomp away from him and to your friends. you walk over to the kitchen, intent to enjoy this party to the fullest. shots go down in flashes, music blares and deafen, you sway and grind and laugh. nothing will take away this burst of youth where recklessness meets lack of conceivable consequences. 

that’s what you think, anyway, until sweaty hands start rubbing your shoulders. you stiffen. 

“aw, you didn’t need to wear something so slutty for me. you’ve already got my attention.”

you can’t see your friends anymore – there are too many people, too tightly packed together, the lights are too dim and the music too loud to do something about the body pressed up behind you. hairs on your arm standing on end, you fight the disgust recoiling deep in your bones and firmly say, “i’m sorry, i’m really not interested. please leave me alone.”

“don’t be like that, baby. i see the way you look at me.” gripping your hips, he tugs you hard back into him when you try to shuffle away. his clutch is punishing and his nails dig into your skin. you hiss. “let’s go back to my place and i’ll show you a good time.”

pulling you away with him, your friends disappear in the crowd. you’re powerless against his strength. he’s too eager, too clumsy, too drunk to even have any semblance of sense. guys like him are dangerous. guys like him get what they want. guys like him don’t stop at ‘no.’ “let me go! let me fucking go!”

“don’t be a bitc–”

“you hard of hearing or something?” sukuna yanks the guys away by his collar, snatching him up like a puppy. “get the fuck outta here before i beat your ass.”

the guy scoffs, forcing a bravado on. "who the h-hell are you? this is none of your business; she's my girl."

sukuna takes a step forward. a cruel sneer twists his face into something dark, something sinister, practically malevolent. "yeah? explain to me how she finds her way into my bed then."

people are whispering; they've noticed the scene playing out. some are already getting their phones out to record, hoping for a fight. others are taking a step back. they whisper your roommate's name like it's a curse. it reaches your creepy classmate even through his drunken stupor. 

"s-shit." he raises his hands in surrender. "listen man, i didn't know she's with you. i swear. i'll go, alright? just forget about it."

personally unsure why he switched up so quickly when he was doing a fine enough job pretending sukuna's height itself wasn't pissy pants-inducing, you don't dare say a word that might bring his attention back to you. instead, you huddle a little closer to your roommate, who doesn't shake you off when you pinch his shirt for comfort. just like that, the guy that's been bothering you for weeks fades in the background, never to be seen again. hopefully. 

you sigh. “thanks, sukuna.”

he grunts. he’s about to leave, to go back to minding his own business and pretending he doesn’t know you, but then, as if he can’t really help it and he hates himself for it, he eyes you up and down. in that moment, whatever he sees, whatever assessment he makes of your appearance, contrasted with the scene you two find yourself in, urges him to say something that almost sounds painful, so unnatural, so alien to him it brings a shit-eating grin to your face. 

“i’m bored with this place. let’s go…” he winces, rolling his shoulder back. “let’s go home.”

[overcooked444]

Duke's eyes glow brighter than most flashlight. His teeth glow faintly enough to see them in the dark when he smiles. His blood glows a little as well. He sometimes forgets he can turn them off.

Duke at 3 am eating cereal in the mansion, in the dark.

Jason breaking in through the window, seeing two glowing orbs sitting at the table: Holy shit! What is that?

Duke: Huh?

Jason: Duke? Oh my god what's wrong with your face?

Duke: Rude! My face is amazing!

Jason: Why is it glowing!

Duke: Oh, yeah they do that.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Duke on one of his rare nighttime missions with Steph, Tim, and Jason.

Steph: Shit, I lost my flashlight

Tim: Here, I think Bruce packed me a spare.

Jason: No! Wait, let me try something

Tim and Steph: ??

Jason takes Duke's helmet off: Look that way.

Duke's, eyes being better than any flash light Wayne money can buy: This feels dehumanizing.

Jason: Shh flashlights don't speak.

[linkware]

i cant put i cant decide in my c playlist even though it's probably vwry fitting because all i fucking think about is 2p fuckjng hetalia ITS BEEN 12 YEARS LET ME FUCKING OUT OF THIS I JUST WANT TO LISTEN TO THE SONG

[hellokittyish]

★ thinking about suguru being your academic rival, the unspoken competition between you beginning on the very first day of college when the advanced calculus professor handed out a brain teaser to help everyone settle in, only for you and suguru to be the only students able to solve it. the problem?

he finished it a second before you did.

and from then on, the two of you would compare everything: average GPA score, exam grades, pop quiz results, who could make the other cum quicker — oh yeah… how could you forget to mention the part where somewhere along the way, the tension between you managed to leak from the classroom into the bedroom. oops.

so that’s how you find yourself in your current position of trying to take suguru down your throat while he simultaneously attempts to ruin your focus by flicking the tip of his annoyingly talented tongue over your swollen clit.

“aww, is someone struggling?” he purrs, violet eyes boring into the back of your head while he continues his languid licks through your embarrassingly wet folds. “y’know… this could all be over right now if you just admit that you can’t keep up with me.”

“s-shut up,” you grumble weakly, briefly pulling off of his cock to speak with a lewd string of saliva connecting your heaving lips to the thick head. “i can keep up just fine.”

“oh, really?” he drawls, tone dripping with condescension while he trails a slender finger down the curve of your spine, causing your body to arch instinctively and sink down even further onto his mouth in response. “is that why you’re giving me a blowjob so bad that i’d think it was your first time if i didn’t know any better, hm?”

instead of using your mouth to shoot back another sharp retort; you decide to put it to better use by inhaling a deep, steadying breath and lowering it down on suguru’s length once again, taking him right to the base and fighting the urge to gag as his fat tip rubs against the back of your throat.

“s-shit,” he hisses through clenched teeth, his own ministrations forgotten entirely as his hips involuntarily buck upwards into your mouth. “if you don’t stop that i’m g-gonna fuckin’ cum.”

determined to make him lose control before you do, you start to bob your head up and down on his girth as fast as you can. but just when you begin to let yourself believe that you’re guaranteed to win this round, he pulls out one last trick from up his sleeve.

he bites your clit, sharp canines grazing the sensitive bud in a way that causes your throat to clamp down on his cock and your vision to flash white for a few long moments as your climax suddenly washes over you — but he’s faring no better either, a low groan spilling from his lips as thick ropes of his cum spurt straight down your throat.

“huh. guess we can call this round a tie then,” suguru hums in a frustratingly casual manner, pushing some stray raven hairs back from his forehead and flashing you a cat-like smile as you peer at him dazedly over your shoulder. “what do you say we make it the best of out of three tonight, hm?”

[bats-and-the-birds]

I have an obsession with Batfam meets the Justice League fics and headcanons in general, and my favorite situation is when the JL fully knows Nightwing, he's on the team, they all like him quite a bit, and he's so charming and open seeming that they all collectively forget that they don't know anything about him.

I want that, then on a mission, fighting a magic user of some sort, Nightwing gets zapped back to young Robin age. So everyone else on said mission is left confronted with 9 year old Dick Grayson in full Robin gear, who is fully ready to fight every single one of them, and they generally have no idea what's happening or who this child is, other than the fact that he's probably young Nightwing, except he won't answer to that name.

And Dick, extremely confused and suspicious because he doesn't know half of the people there, and the ones that he is aware of are wearing different costumes or are just straight up different people than they're supposed to be, proceeds to try and fight them, then actively try to run away.

Then they finally manage to wrangle him back to the Watchtower, trying to grapple with the implications that Nightwing has been a highly trained, costume vigilante since childhood, and managed to break a bone in Green Arrow's hand before they subdued him, and is still thrashing around and trying to bite various League members.

They call Batman, Superman, and Wonder Woman in to see if they have any idea what to do with him, and when Robin sees Batman, he squirms out of Flash's grasp, runs to Batman, and climbs up his side until he's wrapped himself around his shoulders like he does it every day.

The Bat lets this happen, sighs in exasperation, then calls Zatanna to help.

The League is then left to piece together why tiny child Nightwing ran to Batman for safety, and why Batman seems a whole lot less confused than everyone else.

[zams-oasis]

YAS! These two seem so similar to me in the comics. They go through so much personal growth, but it's subtle and goes completely unnoticed by their should-be-mentors. 😭 Cause yeah, these guys that should have trained and raised them both pass them off to someone else. (It works out, and the kids LOVE their actual mentors, but it was always supposed to be someone else, who couldn't be bothered to step up enough.)

Also, they both have nerodivergent/aroace-spec energy that normies struggle to wrap their brains around.

bart allen & damian wayne you will forever be my sons