#thoughts

[frownyalfred]

The command structure / ranking of the Justice League is actually super hard to understand from the outside, if you think about it. How many times have alien diplomatic missions arrived to meet with them, only to struggle to pick out who they should direct their communications toward? Sure, you’ve got the Kryptonian, he’s big and flashy and recognizable across sectors. But there’s an Amazonian princess standing next to him who looks dangerous and speaks like a royal. You’ve got an Atlantean king behind her, also royal, also dangerous. You’ve got a Green Lantern of the Sector with trace ion signatures from all the recent battles in nearby galaxies, and then — then — you have a man in black, shadowy armor who doesn’t introduce himself, who doesn’t speak or negotiate unless the others falter, yet ever single one of them looks to him as the conversation proceeds — checking, assuring, looking for guidance etc. is he the leader, then?

[perfectquote]

Don’t wait for things to get easier, simpler, better. Life will always be complicated. Learn to be happy right now. Otherwise, you’ll run out of time.

Unknown

[thoughtkick]

It's nice when someone remembers small details about you.

Unknown

[p1nkblog]

── ࣪˖ ࣪ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ──

You matter.

You are worthy. You are pretty. You have a great purpose. You are enough. You are valuable. You are a gift. You deserve to be safe and happy.

　　 ˚ 　　　 . ✧　　 　　˚ 　　　 . ✧　　 　　˚ 　　　 .

[quiidam]

I think that all of the Batkids get a different version of Bruce as father. But I think part of what makes his relationship with Dick so unique is that he was almost like a teen dad when he raised him. Yes, he was well into his late twenties early thirties but this man had never had a pet let alone been responsible for another life when he started raising Dick. He knew nothing about children. So of course he let Dick drink coffee and pull all nighters with him, started teaching him how to drive at eight years old, let him bulk up on protein shakes instead of eating regular meals and read any kind of book he could get his hands on. He vents about his life to Dick, no real boundary of parent and child. He’s the reason Dick climbs and jumps from every high point in the Manor— he’s a flying Grayson, he can handle himself. Until Alfred steps in starts explaining to Bruce that children need boundaries, that children are fragile. Dick still jokes about some of the things he was allowed to do as a child, Bruce still cringes.

[leonardospoetry]

Let yourself fall in love with the mundane. A shade of color, a beam of light, a sunny evening painted in the sky. The truth is that everything in this world can fill all the space that you’re willing to give. So open up your heart and allow the beauty to become present in your life.

[perfectfeelings]

If you get tired learn to rest, not quit.

Unknown

[resqectable]

They say a person needs just three things to be truly happy in this world: Someone to love, something to do, and something to hope for.

Tom Bodett

[saintmachina]

Shipping fictional characters isn’t representative of your moral values. It’s representative of your particular psychic damage and the themes and motifs that haunt you. Hope this helps.

[inside-my-gay-mind]

[frownyalfred]

some random socialite: god, Bruce is such an asshole. wearing sunglasses inside — I mean, what is this, 2005? he could at least pretend to look embarrassed.

Bruce Wayne, wearing the largest sunglasses he could find, current owner of two black eyes and a concussion: if I sit very very still, the world will stop spinning long enough for me to drink this ginger ale without puking

[perfectquote]

Never apologize for being sensitive or emotional. Let this be a sign that you’ve got a big heart and aren’t afraid to let others see it. Showing your emotions is a sign of strength.

Brigitte Nicole

[thoughtkick]

Don’t let the same dog bite you twice.

Chuck Berry

[p1nkblog]

𓂃 𓏲 what’s meant to be will find its way to me ♡₊ ⊹

[soul-from-another-era]

Unconditional love isn't a free pass to hurt me.

[snakeautistic]

People underestimate how much it fucks you up to be subtly excluded as a kid. I would try to talk to my classmates and be met with disinterest or annoyance. The one friend I had, who I clung to and nodded along to his every word, had other friends he liked just as much or more. And his other friends didn’t care for me at all.

I look back at pictures from the time and see how separated I was from them. I remember knowing I was different. I remember posing questions about the world to the girls playing next to me and realizing that they had never asked the same ones to themselves. That the ways we thought couldn’t be more different.

I kept myself amused with my own fanatical stories and musings in my head. I would wander the playground on a circular path, imagining a friend and being sorely disappointed when it didn’t feel as real as I’d hoped.

There was a bubble separating me from everyone else, thin, and nearly invisible, but with a pearly sheen you could catch under the right conditions. I knew it was there, they knew it was there, and it changed me