#robin herd.............

[christiangeistdorfer]

ROBIN HERD, VITTORIO BRAMBILLA, HANS-JOACHIM STUCK and some other guy at the 1974 BRITISH GRAND PRIX

[maromarlade]

Bruce learning all his children's favourite meals and being able to cook them to near perfection

Bruce learning all the native languages of his children, occasionally speaking to them in their mother tongue when it's just the two of them

Bruce herding all of them out of a gala at the slightest inclination one of them want to leave

Bruce and Robin or Batgirl stopping for ice cream at one of the 24 hour kiosks after patrol

Bruce giving every homeless person cash and a WE card, calling one of his agents whenever he spots a child living on the streets

Batman being a regular at a few spots, staring menacingly at the underpaid worker while waiting for his order, before stuffing the tip jar

Bruce making sure none of his bad publicity rubs off on his children and standing up for them no matter the situation

Soft Bruce Wayne...

[therandomhalfrussian]

Ronnie Petersons Chronicles #5

Ronnie Peterson sitting in his March before the 1972 South African Grand Prix.

Part five! A third of the chronicles translated and posted. Looking forward to translating and posting the rest..

I struggled to find an appropriate picture for this chronicle. It is mostly about Ronnie testing the car and tires and I could not find any pictures of that. All the other pictures from South Africa is during the race/race weekend so I tried finding one that was a bit ‘neutral’ in a sense.

I wish I could have found a colored version though.

Do excuse any grammatical errors, English is not my first language. “(italics)” is my explanation of things.

Chronicle 5 below:

“ After two weeks you get tired of driving around the same track “

(Around 20’th of February, Johannesburg, South Africa)

“The last two weeks have been full of work. In a way you can say that I have done a full cleaning of both myself as a driver and of the team. Immediately after Daytona Beach I traveled to South Africa — it became quite the long trip with Barbo and me spending two days and two nights on different planes and airports. But in the end we arrived safely.

After resting for a night we started with the testing. The goal with these weeks on track in South Africa was to ‘sort out the car’ as we say in English, i. e. Put together all the car parts and trimming them to perfection. Basically the whole car has to work perfectly, every part has to fit and be consistent with eachother.

Good Year is hiring the track for a whole month

And of course we also tested the tires. The track was hired by Good Year for the entire month before the South Africa Grand Prix and right before we arrived Jackie Stewart had been there and testing his car. And that meant I was not very happy when I saw that I drove around the track with a time of 1. 18,9 while Stewart drove around the track in 1. 16,4. A huge difference, it would mean him finishing several minutes ahead if he had that kind of speed during a Grand Prix.

But we were here to work with our times and get the car to work properly, so I just had to crawl into my overalls and start driving.

Testing tires — a boring job…

Testing a car is actually a very monotonous thing. You drive, for example, a couple laps and feel how the front suspension works. Thinking about how to change it to get a smoother drive in certain turns. Then it’s just to pit again and talk with the mechanics and wait for them to change the suspension. And out on track again.

Let us say the front suspension works perfectly this time. That far everything is good — but as soon as you got a good front you will start to feel that something is not working properly somewhere else. Maybe you could drive a few tenths faster if you changed the exchange rate in third gear. We do that all day.

While it’s quite boring it’s also very useful — both for me as a driver and for the entire team. To drive like that in peace over and over like I have done now for several weeks gives a lot of routine. Since I use the track by myself I can drive and work on my mistakes without getting disturbed by anyone else.

… but important.

It is also quite fun to feel how both you and your car get better. After driving 1100 kilometers around the track I had at least gone down to 1. 17,8 — still far from Stewart, but I know where I lose the seconds that are missing. During the testing the motor in my car has become sleepier and sleepier. But there will of course be fresher parts before the competition so I am not worried.

Actually the opposite — this training has given me a lot of self confidence and I do not think I have a lesser chance than anyone else to win the next race. The car had become a lot better. For example we have given it a whole new nose that looks like a mixture of Lotus new nose and Surtees old if you get what I am saying. I have also used the time to test my Formula 2-car that is also working quite well.

I get a new car for Monaco

When we have finished the South African Grand Prix there will be another period of testing. We are actually going to show off the March factory’s well kept secret — my new Formula 1-car that I hope will be finished before the Monaco Grand Prix.

I have somewhat promised Robin Herd and Max Mosley to not reveal anything about the car before they give me the green light, but I can say so much that the car will be completely new and built on a completely new idea. The technicians in the factory believe a lot in it, so it will be fun seeing how well it actually drives.

The public interest in what we are doing down here is very big. Reporters come to the track almost every day to report on what we are doing and there are articles about racing almost every day in the newspapers. But it has not only been work — we have had time to relax too.

Yesterday we were and looked at all the wild animals that live in the national parks around town. It is actually really exciting seeing lions and snakes and other animals you usually only see in movies. Heard some news from Sweden a few days back. Thought it was fun that Greger (possibly Greger Kronegård, I am unsure, but there are no other famous swede named Greger who competed internationally that I know of) won at Daytona. It seems like there is a chance for more swedes joining us in the international pits in the future.

Well this is probably everything for this time. Now I will have two weeks before the race down here will start and I will use that time to better the car even more. Stewart is getting competition — I promise!”

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You can find the original chronicle (in Swedish) here.

I do not really have a lot to say about this one except that it must be terribly boring driving the same track after 1100 kilometers. Well Ronnie seemed to enjoy it but I wouldn’t have.. 500 more kilometers and he would have driven across the entirety of Sweden! From south to north. Which he possibly did since they continued testing.

Also thank god for the change of cars so that ‘special’ nose did not stick. Flying saucer of a front wing..

Thank you for reading, if you notice anything wrong or have anything I can improve on please tell me!

[pfeffer-katze]

Tea party with the quadruple and their kids

Why, of course, mysterious asker who knows of my polyquad… and all their babbies

My lovely [not-so] little herd <3

[tvs-coach]

Part 1 of a reoccuring series of sketches from Series 10 of Spitting Image, "The Making Of Major"

[clockwayswrites]

A bird what now? part 9

birdritch masterpost

"It will make him easy to keep an eye on,” Tim said.

Bruce sighed but gave a little nod. That was true. Even if this was nothing nefarious, they would have to keep an eye on Danny just to make sure that it wasn’t a reoccurring event. After all, with those running around like Clay Face, Man Bat, and Killer Croc there are plenty of people who had gotten turned into creatures and inhuman beings through: both their own fault and not. Bruce certainly hoped whatever was going on wasn’t the result of something being worked on at WE, but he would certainly have to meet with Lucius soon and double check that. It could always be something that Danny was working on in his own time or could have nothing to do with the company at all.

Gotham wasn’t exactly the safest place as far as chemicals in the water and air went. Though Bruce had been doing what he could through his own funds, initiatives at WE, and through his connections with the mayor. At least this mayor seemed like a good one (or as good as Gotham could hope for at the moment).

Progress could be slow, which was sometimes hard to accept.

“Put the bag on the table, Red Robin,” Bruce said with a little bit of a sigh in his words. Enter

“But B come on—” Tim started with a little furrow of his brow.

Bruce crouched down a little to meet Tim’s eyes. “I understand your inclination, Red Robin, you know I do. But we have enough information to look into this without invading what little privacy he has after waking up in the situation that he just did.”

“Oh,” Tim looked down at the bag and closed the flap over. “I guess I just… hadn’t thought about it like that.”

“I know, chum,” Bruce said. He squeezed Tim’s shoulder gently. “Go put the bag on the table for him and get yourself some coffee.”

“Coffee, coffee sounds amazing,” Tim said, mostly to himself, as he went to follow orders.

Bruce stuck his hands in the sweat pants he was wearing and trailed after Tim. He’d let his kids who needed the coffee go first, but he could really use some himself to deal with this morning. He stopped by Jason where the other was leaning against the meeting table and rubbing at the edges of his domino.

“Who thought Bat paranoia would pay off with us all putting these stupid things back on after showering,” Jason grumbled.

Bruce gave a soft ‘hm’.

“You got that good cream in stock? Cause this shit is going to itch wearing these all night.”

Bruce gave a little nod. “I’ll make sure you have a tub to take with you. Thank you for staying last night to watch over the family.”

“…yeah, sure old man.”

With a brief clasp to Jason’s shoulder, Bruce stepped up for his turn to get some coffee. Contrary to the easy jokes, Bruce didn’t enjoy his coffee dark and brooding like his soul and added a decent amount of cream to his cup.

“I don’t suppose that there’s enough in the pot for me?”

To his credit, Danny Fenton didn’t flinch as multiple white lensed gazes turned towards him. There was some water dripping off his hair, landing at his bare feet next to the too long sweatpants legs. Nightwing’s pants, Bruce’s mind supplied, just based on Fenton’s build. Though oddly the sweatshirt was definitely Bruce’s and absolutely swallowed Fenton.

Fenton reached up up and pulled the collar of the sweatshirt up over his freckled and scarred shoulder.

Scarred?

“Certainly,” Bruce said and reached for a mug. “Cream? Sugar?”

“A little of both, thank you,” Fenton said. He looked to his side as Cass came up to him and let her herd him to the table with a soft huff.

The rest of the Bats made their way there. Bruce set the mug down in front of Fenton and took the open seat to his left.

“What do you remember from last night.

Fenton took a long sip of his coffee before he spoke. “I left work about eight twenty.”

“That’s pretty late,” Tim interjected.

Fenton shrug and a gave half smile. “I have a habit of losing time, much to the annoyance of my boss. He’s who sent me home. I stopped and grabbed some food before I headed through Robinson park towards the station on the other side. Normally there’s no issue, but suddenly the vines were active and there was some sort of commotion off to my left.”

Bruce glanced towards Dick who gave a slight incline of his head. The commotion must have been them.

“My phone was dead— s’why I didn’t get my alarm to leave work, so I couldn’t check out if it was anything major,” Fenton continued. “I tried to back up and get out of the park but I was pretty surrounded. I wouldn’t have been too worried, but there was this flower, big and bold red. It popped and that’s the last clear thing I remember. After that it’s just… panic? I remember the flower was bad, my lungs felt like they were burning. I had to protect someone? Someones? And then there was a level of comfort. Then I woke up here.” Fenton’s hands hand tightened around his mug as he talked until he had a white knuckled clutch on it. “I’m hoping you all can fill in a few pieces.”

“Some,” Dick said. He leaned forward, elbows resting on the table. “Red Hood, Red Robin, and myself, Nightwing, were dealing with some criminals who were trying to bury a body in the park.”

“Really?” Fenton said incredulously. “Why did they think Posion Ivy would be okay with anyone digging in her park? Like sure, technically fertilizer, but really?”

“Right?” Dick agreed with a smile. “She was pretty unhappy. I’m assuming that’s what made the vines agitated. Sorry about that.”

Fenton gave a little shrug. “Not like you all were trying to bury a body. At least not this time?”

Jason barked out a laugh at that that Bruce’s look didn’t quell at all. He just flicked Bruce off.

“Nope,” Dick continued, undeterred, “we just stopped then and then were trying to calm Pamela— Ivy down. That’s when you showed up, except you weren’t exactly… you.”

With excellent timing as always, Tim pulled up a still from his camera onto the monitor of the bird entity. Fenton paled to an alarming degree.

“What?” he croaked.

“This bird creature— you— crashed onto the scene,” Dick said as Tim let the video play. “Don’t worry, you were nonviolent. Well, at least not to anything other than Ivy’s plants.”

On screen Fenton’s bird form was wailing on a carnivorous flower as he pulled Nightwing to safety.

“Oh Ancients,” Fenton said and buried his face in his shaking hands.

“Mostly you just collected us. Cuddle pollen causes people to need living warmth and it was obvious that you were dosed as your feathers were covered in it, which then affected all of us also.”

“Most of us. I’m smart enough to wear a fucking mask,” Jason said.

“I always thought that was smart,” Fenton said weakly as he pulled his gaze back up to the screen. “I really didn’t hurt anyone?”

“Only Robin’s pride,” Tim chirped.

Damian growled back.

“Okay. Okay that’s… that’s good. I, um… yeah, that’s new. The bird thing. That’s new,” Fenton said as he watched the video play out until Red Robin’s camera was obscured by feathers.

Bruce reached out to rest his hand across Fenton’s shoulder blades, tapping out a rhythm for him to breathe to.

Fenton sent him a shaky smile.

“Unsure about what you were, but knowing you had been affected by cuddle pollen and were… collecting my children, bringing you back to the cave seemed the best action,” Bruce explained. “As most of us were affected, it was easiest to stay close. It was unexpected to wake up to you being human.”

“Yeah, yeah I bet,” Fenton agreed. His gazed was glued to the screen again, the new now from Black Bat’s camera. “I wouldn’t have expected it either. That’s… yeah. That’s new.”

Bruce caught Cass’s attention and got a subtle assurance back. Fenton didn’t know why he had become a bird either. At least that decreased the chance of the man having been experimenting on himself.

“Do you work with chemicals at work?” Bruce asked. He would of course find this out from Lucius, but Fenton shouldn’t suspect that.

Fenton blinked at him. “What? Oh, no. Basic things, solder and acetone and the such. Nothing that should have any wild effects.” He hesitated then, chewing on his lips as his eyes flicked from Bruce to the screen where he was currently snagging Black Bat with one of the many legs. “But I was exposed to a lot of weird stuff as a kid. My parents had… poor lab safety and I really didn’t know any better. I guess that something in the flowers… reacted really badly? If there was some other triggers or something around in the air. That’s all I can think, but it had to be one hell of an environmental cocktail and not one I want to repeat.”

Bruce could believe Fenton’s aversion with the way he trembled under Bruce’s hand.

-

“You’ll be alright.” Danny wasn’t sure if that was a question or a statement, so he nodded and put on the best smile he could at the moment. “Well, I’m currently not a giant bird entity so I think so.”

They were tucked away in an alley close enough to home that Danny could walk it. The attempt at privacy didn’t make it any less weird to be standing there in borrowed clothing and talking to Batman who sat atop an intimidating looking motorcycle. Danny hoped it was still hellishly early enough to avoid most of the scrutiny of his neighbors.

Batman went still for a moment in a way that had Danny tilting his head before the man reached into his utility belt and handed over a black keyfob of some sort.

“It’s an emergency beacon. Twist it one-eighty and press the button for three seconds and we will have your location. If you’re exposed to something odd or fear you might shift, use it.”

“In case I’m a danger?”

“In case you need help, including if you’re irrational and need a safe space to calm down.”

Danny chewed on his lip for a moment before he held out his hand. He tried to ignore the tremor in it, even if the shaking was blatantly obvious. Batman set the fob in his hand with surprising gentleness.

“Use it if you need it.”

“Okay.” Danny took a step back. “Thanks for the ride back, even if I had to be blindfolded for it.”

“Precautions.”

Danny just shrugged. “You have a family to protect, I get it. Keep them safe.”

Batman gave a little nod and Danny took that as his chance to head out of the alleyway and quickly down the street to his apartment. He needed food and to call Sam.

No, he needed to push up that visit to see Frostbite.

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AN: Can't believe there's 3 chapters of this silliness now. Didn't expect to get this far, but really needed something with no stress to write after the morning I had. Doing my best to hang in there. Stay delightful, darlings.

[niwaart]

LOST OMEGA

*Part1 *part2 *part3 *part4

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Robin has been kidnapped...yes everyone, Robin, also known as Damian Ghul Wayne has been kidnapped...by who and how?...well, who else but the Joker is after Batman's Robins?

Damian fell into another evil trap of the Joker, and now he is trapped inside a cage like a caged bird, but he is not afraid, he trusts Batman, his father, to save him, but he is nervous and confused, and wants to get out of this place as soon as possible, why? Because there is another prisoner in the same cage and they are a stranger!!! When he lost consciousness because of the Joker's sleeping gas, he woke up in this cage and above his head a strange person crying and screaming and shaking him to wake up, and now since he woke up, this person has not left his side....

That's not what it is, they say strange things like, "Don't worry, I will get you out of here alive this time, I promise" and like "I am glad you are alive, I hope this is not a dream."... Maybe this person lost his mind because of the Joker? Yes maybe, well he would have pitied him if they stopped rubbing his pheromones around him!! This person is an omega, it is clear from their smell to those rabbit ears. But he was still confused that this stranger's scent wasn't bad or even unpleasant... but rather soothing, that was strange, usually the members of the pack were the ones who smelled soothing to the rest of the herd, he had met hundreds of omegas, but this was the first time he smelled an omega and wasn't disgusted by it, was this normal?... It didn't matter, at least he wasn't choking on a bad smell, which was good... almost... but this person needed to stop rubbing their scent on him!

"I told you to stop!" Damian said in annoyance. The stranger looked at him for a few seconds then continued to spread their scent on Damian's body. "No, this won't happen again, you have to stay close to me." the stranger said as they hugged Damian and pulled him into a tight hug while Damian tried to get out but the soothing scent of Omega wasn't helping... So Damian resigned himself to the fact and prayed with all his heart that his father would come here as soon as possible.

[rebeccathenaturalist]

To Have As Much Compassion For the Coyote As the Rabbit

Spring is here, and all throughout my social media are posts by people panicking about coyotes. It’s not uncommon for these native canines to be more visible this time of year since they have dens full of hungry pups to feed and protect. You might see them on the hunt for mice and other rodents, or you could be quietly but firmly escorted away from a den site. There’s a chance you’ll even see a coyote toting a nice, fat rabbit home to her pups.

That last one tends to upset some folks. I’ve seen people say they’ve deliberately scared away predatory animals to cause them to drop their prey, or in some cases even physically wrestled the prey away. Sure, that may make you feel like some sort of hero for saving the rabbit. But why does the rabbit deserve to live while the coyote’s pups slowly starve to death? Why should a Cooper’s hawk not be allowed to eat the house finch it just plucked from a convenient bird feeder? Who says we are right to get in the way of a garter snake capturing a tree frog? And what if the rabbit you liberated has internal injuries that slowly kill it anyway once it runs away from you in fright?

Read under the cut to find out how many self-described "nature lovers" only really love part of nature.

Many of us have a Disneyfied approach to nature. We have a great deal of sympathy for herbivores* like Bambi and Thumper, and we give Flower the striped skunk a free pass since most of what he eats is insects. We might get annoyed when Bambi starts to browse on the vegetables and rose bushes, but we don’t react with the sort of wailing dismay that we do when a mountain lion takes out one of Bambi’s herd members.

And yet an American robin tugging earthworms out of the ground and swallowing them alive is no different from a bobcat pouncing on the robin. Both are examples of one animal preying upon another, a perfectly normal part of the cycles of nature for 800 million years. Without carnivores (and insectivores and omnivores), herbivores would quickly overpopulate, depleting plant communities to ecologically disastrous states, and crash life as we know it. Life is all about inhabiting niches, and carnivores fill their evolutionary roles quite effectively.

Many people who claim they “love nature” only love the herbivorous, gentle, fuzzy parts of it, and refuse to examine or change their revulsion of or violence toward the rest. That’s a big problem. The elements of nature they consider to be “ugly” or gross” are no less important than the “pretty” or “adorable” ones. And systematically removing the ��bad” animals can have a detrimental effect on the entire ecosystem. The benighted person who kills every snake they see is only going to cause an increase in rodent populations, which of course raises the likelihood of diseases, crop damage, and gnawed electrical wires in the attic.

Moreover, when we try to apply the limitations of human ideals of morality to the rest of nature, we ignore the concept of existence value: that all beings are important simply because they are here with us in this amazing, vibrant world we share. What are we implying when we say that the coyote pup is less deserving of life than the rabbit?

We have interfered with nature way too much as it is, in much larger ways than this. Yet it is a simple act to allow these individual interactions between species play out as they naturally would without feeling that we have to step in and play moral referee. Our arrogance at thinking that nature exists for us and our priorities is how we found ourselves in our current ecological predicament. The least we can do is be hands-off in our local food web. Consider it good practice for having healthier boundaries toward nature, rather than constantly centering ourselves in every decisions we make regarding other living beings.

Finally, practice having some compassion for the coyote busily trying to feed her young–and herself. She can’t run to the grocery store and get a package of industrially farmed beef to make burgers for the kids. Her entire life is a constant race against death, whether from starvation, disease, extreme heat or cold, and of course the interference of humans. Imagine the relief she must feel when she successfully manages to catch something bigger than a mouse–do you think we’re the only ones whose reward centers in our brains light up at a job well done? Think of how excited your dog gets when he manages to catch the ball–that’s not only a trait of domesticated animals.

Have some compassion for the coyote pups eagerly awaiting their next meal and their parents' warmth. Photo by John Harrison, CCA-SA-3.0-Unported

Give and take, life and death, nutrients and energy endlessly cycling through body after body after body of animal, plant, fungus, bacteria–that is the grand dance in which the coyote and the rabbit play their parts. Appreciate this eons-old round without feeling the need to alter the tempo, and be glad that tonight the coyote pups will sleep contentedly with full stomachs.

*For the record, many “herbivores” will opportunistically eat meat, live or dead, for the nutrients. Bambi and his buddies are quite happy to pluck a perfectly healthy baby bird or two out of a nest as a snack, and will chew on carrion now and then, too.

Did you enjoy this post? Consider preordering my book The Everyday Naturalist, taking one of my online foraging and natural history classes or hiring me for a guided nature tour, or checking out my other articles! You can even buy me a coffee here!

[samgirl98]

A Dip and A Slip 5/6

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Danny was about to punch the crazy lady who claimed to be his mother and make a run for it. He had texted his parents an SOS and was sure that, given their reckless driving and complete disregard for human life, including their own, they would arrive soon with the Fenton Speeder.

It wasn’t soon enough.

“Talia, you have to think about this,” Bruce Wayne whispered to the crazy woman. Danny would be in the dark if it weren’t for his superhuman hearing. “He doesn’t live in our world and has a normal life. He won’t understand why you’re doing this or how we know about him so quickly.”

“I don’t care! He’s my son—mine. Now that he’s back to me, I won’t let him go.”

“Ok, do we make a run for it and hope your parents find us?” Mr. Manson asked. They may not like Danny much, but they wouldn’t let some random stranger take him. Besides, the Fentons would kill them for letting anything happen to their son.

“Wait, I know this is hard to believe, and she went about it the wrong way, but mother isn’t lying. You’re my brother, my twin!”

“Okay, say you’re telling the truth. Why should it matter? Danny already has parents,” Sam said with a scowl on her face, “You drop this bombshell on him without going through the legal process, and that lady is talking about kidnapping Danny.”

The police were interviewing everyone who hadn’t run. Red Robin and Nightwing watched the spectacle as if it were a good sports match, keeping a watchful eye on the tied-up agents waiting to be arrested.

“Listen, if what you’re saying is true, how would you know I’m your missing twin brother?”

“I took a DNA test,” Damian said, crossing his arms.

“You stole my DNA and had it tested without my permission?” Danny asked angrily.

Damian had the decency to look remorseful.

“I had to make sure,” he tried to defend himself.

“How did you even get the results so quickly?” Sam asked.

“Family secret,” Damian said through gritted teeth.

“Ancients, all billionaires are the same. You guys have a secret lab in your basement, don’t you?” Danny asked.

Danny noticed how Red Robin, Nightwing, and Damian all tensed subtly. Danny probably wouldn't have noticed if it weren’t for his super senses. Danny threw his arms up in defeat.

“Of course, of course, I have another billionaire Fruit Loop now looking into me. You’re all insane, and I want to have no part of this ‘family’ reunion.”

Danny didn’t think but reacted when a hand touched his shoulder. He grabbed the wrist and flipped the person over him, sending them flying.

It was the crazy lady.

“Mother!”

Damian ran up to his mom and helped her to her feet. Bruce Wayne looked at Danny with a calculating expression.

“Beloved, I don’t think our son is a regular civilian,” Crazy Lady said calmly while getting up.

“We can talk about this later, Talia.”

“Well, Mr. Wayne, as fun as this has been, it’s best we leave,” Mrs. Manson said while Mr. Manson herded the two teenagers toward the exit.

Crazy Lady flipped over Mrs. Manson and stopped Mr. Manson from advancing further. All for Amityville natives tensed. Crazy Lady was blocking the exit.

“Talia,” Bruce barked out, “Stop this.”

Police officers and the remaining guests watched the drama unfold. The two vigilantes tried to redirect their attention by getting the agents up and marching them toward the police vehicles outside.

Damian was between his twin and his mother, for once, not knowing what to do.

Somehow, Nightwing and Red Robin managed to clear the room, leaving only Danny, the Mansons, Crazy Lady, and Damian behind. Danny tensed when Crazy Lady moved, her arms wide open.

Mr. and Mrs. Manson got in front of Danny and Sam, shielding them from Crazy Lady’s eyes.

“Please, Habibi, please. I’m your mother. The pit took you away from me before I was even able to name you. I want my son back.”

Danny felt a little for the woman as tears started trailing down her cheeks. Damn it. He hated seeing people cry.

“Listen, I feel for you, I do, but I have parents, a sister, a family, already. I can’t just take your word for it that I’m your son, and you miraculously found me after years of searching. I need proof. I need to talk to my parents. I can’t give up my life and follow you.”

“He’s right, Talia,” Bruce whispered in a soft tone. “He has a life. We can do this differently. We need to take DNA tests and talk with his parents. We can’t kidnap him.”

Crazy Lady—no, Talia shook her head and looked straight at Danny.

“You’re my son, my little prince taken away from me.”

Danny sighed inwardly. He wanted to go home and forget the day had ever happened.

A crash sounded outside, and Danny heard the GIW yelling out his parents’ names in fear.

 Danny sighed, resigned to the chaos that was bound to happen.

“Who dares think they can take my baby boy from me?” His mom yelled out with a high-pitched whine following her question.

“Yeah, nobody messes with the Fentons.”

Talia got on the defensive and ran toward his mom, ready to attack.

Fuck.

[christiangeistdorfer]

ROBIN HERD and NIKI LAUDA at the 1972 ARGENTINE GRAND PRIX

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

Spider and Bats Snippets 2

[0.] [1.]

I headcanon Spider!(Y/N) meets Clark/Superman on accident before Batman does.

Just, imagine. Your heading to a part time job, super excited about it! Get on the bus, and wait... Then fall asleep..

The bus driver kicks you out at the Mertropolis bus station. Not good! You don't have enough for a ticket back to Gotham so you managed to get a part-time job at The Daily Planet, as the coffee runner! Simple enough?

Bumping into a meek Clark Kent, who is shyly thanking you for his cup of joe'. Then you, eagerly wanting a new friend in a strange enviorment, (again), asking about what he's writing.

"Wow Kent, didn't expect you to snag the new girl."

Lois teased light-heartedly. "Oh, ha-ha it's nothing like that. They're a good friend."

He shrugs it off as Lois shakes her head. "Sheesh, a lot of fella's make a LOT of trouble with that word. Good luck Smallsville."

Blinking in confusion, you were suprised she didn't notice you as you walk up beside him. "Huh... Wait, you think were good friends!?" You beam in awe at Clark, happily spinning around his desk chair. "Clark! You should of said something sooner!"

You let go, now thoughtful. "Hmmm, we should do friendship bracelets then.. I mean, I did make one with another friend of mine.. OH! I got an' idea-" "-Guh.. I-I think I.. Need to rain check.."

"Hm? What's wrong? You look dizy... Vomit-y."

I know there's different versions of how Batman met Superman. Personally, I perfer The Animated Series Ver!

I would like to think, Robin and Nightwing asked her to get Superman's autograph as a casual comment if Spider(Y/N) went to Mertropolis.

So during her "stay" at the other city, she'd often patrol and help a bit when she could.

Would totally meet Supes' on acident.

"Wow! Hello! Why is your city so much cleaner? I like your cape! Reminds me of Miguel-!" You try to descalate the situation.

You happily greet him, babbling as your buddy glared at you. You shrug at Batman's gaze, giving him a slight push. Herding him close to your side incase of any... Bad, course of action, between you and the supposed "Man of Steel".

Superman paused at the greeting, after thrown into a wall. He expected more hostily from you as well, since he read most crime-fighters were, due to the Gotham Gazette. Yet you seemed more occupied with keeping the Batman away from HIM.

Using his x-ray vision, he peaked underneath your masks.

"Bruce Wayne..." He mumbled under his breath as Batman shoved you to the side. Glaring at the super-powered male, "You peeked.."

"Hm? He did what?" You weren't paying attention, more focused on the destruction and damage. Frowning worriedly, knowung your "unexpected vaction" would meet it's end.

Superman The Animated Series: Season 1 Ep 16 - World's Finest Part 1

I can see Spider!(Y/N) being pen-pals with lot's of heros and vigilantes. Possibly even anti-heros and villians?

Carefully web-shooting the civillians away, you keep squint as you watch them dance in sync. Slightly envious, before shooting a glance at Batman.

He collapsed as groups of Music Meisters pawns held him down. Grunting as he tried to move away. You used your web to toss them away quickly. Huffing as you glanced down at your comrade.

Even with the ear-plugs, you couldn't help it!

As if spotlight shone on your cue, you sang encouragingly. Smiling underneath your mask, you hold out a hand to him. He grasps it as you slowly pull him up.

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ."And you can rise above...!" ♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.

The Brave and the Bold Season 1 Episode 25 Mayhem of the Music Meister!

We all know that THEE Batman has a certain type.

But this is for fun, so, (。ゝ(ェ)・)-☆

Overall, I stated perviously, it's more a comedic pairing that has many set-ups to be serious.

Watching Catwoman flee once more, you walk to Bat's side. Standing beside him politely, before.. Slowly... Reaching out your hand to his. Holding it firmly with no caution.

The vigilante glares at the action, yet you don't let up as he tries to shake your hand away.

You giggle as you watch your arm swing with his, your laughter becoming louder as he finally gave in.

Batfam relationship depends on if Spider!(Y/N) came before or after the Batfam was formed.

Personally, I perfer it before. I feel like it would show growth in Bat's and Spiders dynamic.

I sorta wanna explore it, but if ya'll got ideas Im open to it.

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{Yay! Another self-indulg work! Lol. I was inspired once again, I really just love that more people are intrested in the idea than just myself! Horray! Comments, art, reblogs are always wanted! This is purely for fun! If anyone gets the easter egg I put, let me know!}

[therandomhalfrussian]

Ronnie Petersons chronicles #9

Ronnie Peterson at the 1000 km race of Brands Hatch.

Right, about a postings schedule… Not gonna be able to post as usual next week either. So much unplanned stuff happening right now. For compensation you guys will get this chronicle a day earlier than usual. But unfortunately it is a bit shorter than usual too.

I love when I actually find a picture of Ronnie I’ve never seen before that’s is not just him in his cars. Look how adorable he is!!! That racing suit and his yellow 1978 one is probably my favorites. He fits well in light and/or bright colors.

Do excuse any grammatical errors, English is not my first language. “(italics)” is my explanation of things.

“Carrousel at 200 knots”

(Late April, Madrid, Spain)

“Sometimes you get to go on a carrousel-ride. Involuntarily. When I drove out on the track to drive the first practice session before the 1000-kilometer race for sports cars at Brands Hatch I hit a bump. The entire rear end was lifted. And there Peterson sat and went for a carrousel-ride at 200 knots (≈370 km/h).

I spun all along the straight like a piece of butter in a hot pan. The turn in front of me approached rapidly, but I managed to get the nose in the right direction and stabilized myself. Then it was just for me to pit. All four of the wheels were completely ruined, I had spun that hard.

We had some problems getting the Ferrari ready before the world championship race at Brands. When it was time for start we had adjusted everything backwards and forwards and yet we did not get the pieces functioning properly. Much of that because the track was so bumpy.

…the track felt like a slingshot

When we drove here last time there was a bunch of small bumps on the track that in themselves were not so pleasant. But not the organizers had tried to fill them in but instead there were now just a bunch of large bumps. It felt like being on a slingshot all the way.

Well, me and Tim got second place, and that is not much to be ashamed for. Ickx and Andretti who won drove really fast, and the main thing is that the world championship points still go to Ferrari. The fact is that I led the race for a while and never got below third place.

Before Brands Hatch me and Tim went down to Modena where we inaugurated Ferrari's new testing track, and it is something fantastic. I do not think any other team has the opportunity to develop like Ferrari has right now. The new track that is just for testing racing cars has a complete equipment for that purpose.

For example it has a top modern timing system made by Heuer. There are timing places every fifty meters around the whole track and that means you can study how a car drives along the whole track in detail. You can for example see if the acceleration on a certain turn has gotten better after an adjustment or if the braking range has shortened after a brake adjustment.

The new car is not finished yet. But it is coming along…

There were a lot of people there for the inauguration, around 300 journalists were there from the entirety of Europe to watch. Right now I am in Spain to prepare for the Spanish Grand Prix which will start on the 1’st of May.

So the point is for Niki Lauda to get the March 721x that I drove with at Brands Hatch during the Race of Champions, while I am getting a new one of the same model. My car will be lighter thanks to Robin Herd using new metal alloys that are both super light and super expensive.

As soon as my car is finished we will have to start transferring all the minor adjustments made on the old car to the new one. But I do not think there will be a problem getting it done before the race.

It is quite important that everything goes well down here in Spain, especially since all of you can see me on TV. I have heard that there will be a live broadcast in color even on Swedish TV and that is quite fun.

Not a lot of driving in Sweden this year

Something that is less fun about Sweden is that the race organizers cannot decide about anything. Now I have heard that neither Kinnekulle nor Karlskoga will have their planned Formula 2-races this summer.

That means that I might not get a chance to drive in front of my home crowd and I think that is really sad. Furthermore I have worked hard all spring trying to convince my friends to line up for the race so the starting field would appear really strong.

It is kinda weird that the Swedish organizers seem so confused by organizing a simple Formula 2-race when so much is already laid out for them. I think the crowds would come if they invested in getting a few Formula 2-racers home with how popular the motorsport seems to be in Sweden.

Spain then next time. See you later!”

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You can find the original chronicle (in Swedish) here.

I feel kind of bad for Ronnie. He was so excited to drive a Formula 2 race in Sweden. Then nothing. Damn you un-organized organizers! At least Anderstorp got added to the F1 calendar in 1973.

Also what is this guys luck. It’s practically non-existent. Why was his car either falling in pieces (ahem March 721x you beautiful piece of scrap) or some outward conditions ruining every race yet he managed to finish in respectable positions. I can only imagine the back-pain from a bumpy track like that too.

Thank you for reading, if you notice anything wrong or have anything I can improve on please tell me!

[gofu-kurself]

billy hargrove is riding steve’s ass.

he’s sweaty and panting in steve’s ear and brushing up against steve’s equally sweat slick back.

steve dribbles the basketball and tries to find an opening to pass or move forward away from the absolute distraction that is billy hargrove.

steve feels the sweat from billy’s hair drip onto his shoulder and darken his grey t-shirt. steve shuffles backward, trying to push the shorter boys looming presence away.

“woah there harrington, tryna make a move on me, pretty boy?”

steve can hear the shark-like grin on billy’s glistening face.

“shit cmon billy, just get off my ass.” steve knows he sounds like a little bitch, but he’s decided to own his little bitch status. robin said being a little bitch is like, one of his best attributes—robin is the best.

billy brings steve back to the present by opening his obnoxious mouth, “you’re the one shovin’ all up on me, baby”

steve hates his life. why does he have a crush on this absolutely insufferable son of a bitch?robin says its cuz hes probably a masochist or something—robin sucks. why does he have to have a crush on the most womanizing and disgustingly muscled guy in his frat?

why does billy always have to mess around and call steve shit like “baby” while he’s riding steve’s ass and sticking on him like glue during any pickup basketball game at the frat cul-de-sac.

steve fumbles the ball, cursing at himself under his breath for being distracted, and billy swoops in with an devilish giggle. somehow he manages to swat at steve’s ass while simultaneously stealing the ball.

“who woulda thought harrington would be flustered by a little pet name” he says lowly as he rushes away from steve to shoot and sink a layup.

steve already knows billy is going to use this piece of information to fuck with him for the rest of time. he’s well and truly fucked in every way other than literally. screw pretty boys from california and their blue eyes and their sculpted chests that’s never under a fucking shirt and the way they notice every goddam thing about steve like he’s a specimen to be examined.

steve forces himself to get his head back in the game (thanks robin for introducing him to HSM last week while wine drunk) and fortifies himself with a heavy sigh before running toward the herd of sweaty frat bros again.

“hey hargrove, care to share the fuckin ball sweetheart? no one likes a selfish lover”

no one had seen billy hargrove miss a jump shot until that very moment.

[heartsongss]

prologue.

platonic yandere batfam. pjo crossover. tbr love interest.

masterlist

You’re nine, when your mom dies. Joker gas, the officials say. Your mother, a woman as flighty as a bird, presses gentle kisses to your cheeks as she whispers to you, “Your father will take care of you. He is a good man, kardia.”

You only nod. She is your mother, a living ghost who darkened your mom’s doorstep with wine for your mother and an inappropriate toy weapon for you. You trust her more than life itself. You let her fuss with your (h/c) hair, wiping your tears idly as she tells tales of your father.

As you hear sudden footsteps approach, she winks at you. Her bright eyes glimmer with joy as she presses a small pearl bracelet into your hands. You look at her, (e/c) eyes glittering with tears as she coos at you.”

“Mother loves you, kardia. We’ll meet again, when… when you can no longer hide.”

There is sorrow, in her voice as she says that. Still, you can’t mull on it for long until she vanishes, gone in a swirl of pink mist just as an old man turns the corner, a police officer by his side.

He’s thin, as some elders are. His eyes are wise and knowing, as if a single look lets him see your hear bared to him like a lamb’s neck to the slaughter. He softens when he sees you, shoulders slumping and hands shaking by his side.

He walks closer, kneels at your side, and asks, “Master (Y/N), I presume?”

You giggle, despite it all. His eyes widen slightly, a soft pink glimmer overtaking his eyes just for a moment. It fades just as quickly as it came, and he offers you a hand, “Let’s be going, then. I’m sure you’re tired.”

You nod, still shy, and take it. The officer sees you off, waving as you’re herded gently into a fancy car. As you play with your mother’s bracelet and the grimy, cold gothic streets fly pass, you see Batman in the distance. He’s grappling by Robin’s side, flying further into Gotham’s heart.

You think it’s a good sign; if your Mother says he’s good, this nice old man does too, and you see Batman? You’re sure your father will be just as incredible as they say he is.

Nine years later, with a body covered in scars and tired, grief-filled eyes, you sit at your vanity and stare at yourself. This time last year, you’d be attending camp. Now, though, there was nothing for you. As much as you hated it, Gotham was safe from him.

You’d take being ignored over being smothered.

[mikeluciraphgabe]

The bats all in one spot (oh god) and fighting a Villian(tm) when

Bruce: ROBIN, CAPE, NOW

And, like a herd of unrangable sheep, every. single. bat jumps into Bruce’s cape

The awkward silence that follows when Bruce closes the cape and jumps out a window that follows is broken by Dick cooing

Dick gets slap and it ruins the moment

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

🪱🧠 Wiggly Wednesday 🧠🪱

It's Wednesday, peeps! Post a brainworm, tag some friends!

Today, I'm thinking about ...

... Eddie playing guitar in the band on a luxury cruise ship. Sure, the passengers are a bunch of snobby assholes with an abominable taste in music, but Wayne was so eager for him to fill in when his coworker's son broke that arm, and the pay is decent. Almost worth putting on the straightjacket of a suit and the bowtie that makes him feel like a clown.

At least he isn't stuck doing the entertainment programme for the passengers’ spoiled little brats. He's seen the stupid, cheap costumes in the staff garderobe. The seams on that Peter Pan costume are frayed and coming apart, and whatever poor girl has to play Tinkerbell will barely be able to cover her ass in that flimsy dress.

Except the person who shows up to collect the brats on the first day, clad in sheer tights and the skimpy green atrocity, glittery tulle wings strapped to their back, isn't a girl. Eddie’s fingers fumble on the guitar strings - not that he can be blamed, he thinks - and Tinkerdude turns and fucking winks at him. He herds the brats out and into the waiting arms of his partner, a lanky, freckled chick wearing what looks like … yup, the Peter Pan costume. Then he's gone, leaving Eddie marveling at the vision he just beheld.

He meets Tinkerdude in the garderobe later that night (and absolutely doesn't almost swallow his own tongue, thank you very much), and the next night, and the night after that. Over the course of the cruise, Eddie finds out more and more about him.

His name is Steve. He's set to study business economics. He'd rather do something with kids, but his dad insisted he take over the family business. Right now, he's doing a gap year, getting to know different jobs on the cruise line. He wears the skimpy fairy costume so that his partner Robin won't have to. He likes sports and 80s pop music, he has a heart of gold and a delightfully bitchy sense of humor, and he makes the sweetest little noises when Eddie fucks him against the wall of the staff garderobe on the last night of the cruise.

And if Eddie gets a call a few weeks later, asking him to play guitar on another ship because the son of the cruise line's owner specifically requested him? Well, he's about to find out one more thing about Steve.

Edit: The incredible @arelliann drew Steve and Robin in their costumes!!! 💚

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@sunflowerharrington @matchingbatbites @devondespresso @tangerinesteve