Miles “Who’s Morales” vs Gwen “Gwwwwanda” vs Pavtir “You seem like a nice young woman I do not know” FIGHT

ATSV + textposts

having to ask people if you’re still hanging out is one of the worst things ever . like is our playdate still on? im gonna stab myself

Klingon Therapist advice

I don't know who needs to see this today, but here you go. It is "honorable combat". May Kahless see honor in your battle. Qapla'!

white 44 year old twitter user with a03 addict in their bio: omg the dad from cocomelon is actually kind of a litty dilf? and his relationship with the mailman is kind of enemies to lovers villaincore let me know if i should make them both pee on eachother

worlds youngest and yet most verbose baby online: can you seriously like knock if off man im trying to learn about the rhombus

white 44 year old twitter user with a03 addict in their bio: fuck off worlds youngest and yet most verbose baby. just another puriteen minor inserting themselves into adult spaces. go play in the sandbox Also heres ur dox: 123 Circle Road ..... yea i have that....if someone shows up to your house and shoots you and kills you then thats deserved 🤷‍♂️ know your fucking place and get the hell out of the cocomelon fandom if youre not ready to see dark topics

a scientist at mit about to change the world forever: i just made my own centipede by sewing all the dead flies in my room together with all the dead ants in my room 😃☝️

the first man made centipede: kill me again

ATSV spider squad!!

[WIP] probably wont finish these but does anyone else remember that cancelled gotham high show?

Hellsite citizens! Tumblr is in the lurch, so to celebrate that, we're going to do what we do best – make a holiday out of it! Blast off in ten days! 🦀🦀🦀

ⓘ Tumblr Blue Hex: #35465C | Pose very much inspired Crab Champions, the game ever!

A collection of some of my favourite Nimona reviews on letterboxd

[ID: A compilation of Letterboxd reviews for Nimona 2023.

milf (myself i’d like to forgive) and dilf (despair i’d like to forget)

huge fan of reading and learning, but also an even bigger fan of sleeping and being unconscious.

“how could you have forgotten that” i forget Everything. unless i remember

There needs to be 400 hours in the day so I have more time to do fuck all

Stop Having a Concussion and Get us Home!

Tim works as the CEO of Wayne Enterprises. Tim has a secretary, and then he has another one to help her because holy shit, the amount of crap Tam puts up with is insane and she needs an assistant of her own.

Tim's second secretary is one Danny Fenton.

Tim, Tam, and Danny are the last ones in Wayne Enterprises, as the building had to be evacuated due to Superman being mind-controlled and targeting major corporations.

Superman targets Wayne Enterprises.

Tim looks out the window as he his secretaries make their way towards the emergency exit, and there he is.

Floating there.

Staring at him.

Tim swears he can see his Uncle Clark sobbing as his eyes heat up.

Then Danny grabs him, yanks him into the stairwell, and just as the building starts to crumble around them, shoves both Tim and Tam into a glowing green portal.

Danny takes a blow to the head.

They land on a floating island, in a swirling vortex of green, and the one who got them there is unconscious on the ground with a nasty headwound.

Meanwhile, after the Justice League manages to snap Superman out of it, the man throws himself at Batmans feet and just...sobs.

Breaks.

They get the story in bits and pieces.

Tim was in the building, still. The burning, twisted wreckage of Wayne Enterprises.

And Clark can't hear his heartbeat anymore.

Batman spiraling is something all the batkids except Dick are experiencing for the first time. And then someone mentions how it’s not actually as bad as after Jason because technically Bruce still has the rest of them kind of anchoring him.

But consider this, maybe he’s worse than when Jason died. Not only Is this the second son he’s lost, in a burning building, but it was at the hands of one of his best friends.

Bruce can’t bring himself to kill Clark because he knows he was mind controlled, doesn’t stop him from attacking Supes though. The Bat boys have to use every ounce of strength and training to pull him off Clark while Cass grabs at the kryptonite knuckle busters. He allows it but doesn’t return to the watchtower and Supes stays clear of Gotham. Batman hits Gotham’s streets even harder than after Jason. Cutting all communications with the Justice League, even Diana can’t get through to him and had to leave Gotham in a rush.

Tim was also the one who brought him out of his spiral and continued to be the one who stayed with him the longest even with all the bumps along the road. Tim also risked his life to bring Bruce home after his stint in the time stream.

So my point being, Jason has a front row seat to Batman’s brutality and Dick is there to witness it first hand this time instead of Tim’s reports. Damien is shocked to see Bruce using, not only near lethal strikes but also the league training coming through the longer Bruce spirals. There is also no body found so they are all worried about the implications and possibly another Jason situation.

Jason has to reevaluate his thoughts on Bruce’s strict no killing rule and why he has it. He also has to think back to Tim’s stories from back in the early days after he was found out as Red Hood. Tim had told Jason once that Bruce had almost killed the Joker, thought he had at one point but the bastard came back, but Superman had stoped him. Tim had also tried to get him to understand that if Bruce killed as Batman he wouldn’t stop. Jason hadn’t believed him but he was starting to realize that it may be true.

Dock knew Bruce had been bad after Jason’s death, felt guilty for not seeing it past his own anger, he had heard Tim’s stories and had taken them with a grain of salt because Bruce couldn’t have been worse than before he became the first Robin. He was wrong. Oh , he was so much worse and the guilt tripled knowing he had left a young Tim to deal with this alone.

Damien is shocked. And after being away from the LoA and growing used to his father soft but firm guidance… he hates to admit it but he is afraid. Thoughts of the League and the possible threat of his father becoming like Ra’s, even just the slightest… poor boy is starting to wish for Tim to still be alive, somehow, someway, just so he can return to the comfort of a storm but loving father, not this cold blinded by rage being. He also has a new respect for Tim, to be able to deal with and handle Bruce in this state, from what he’d heard from the other, after Jason’s death. Tim was either extremely brave or plain stupid to blackmail Batman in that state.

Everyone can understand Bruce’s grief but they are all worried about him. With Clark out of the picture and Diana having no luck… no one knows how to help or stop him. From hurting others and himself.

bonus if they still haven’t found out who was behind the mind control.

Alfred is in the background watching and supporting them all as best he can, all the while grieving the loss of another grandson and the potential loss of the man he views as his son. He will continue to provide food, comfort and medical attention as he always does. And pray by some miracle, Tim comes home to them. Be it a body or alive. Alfred’s last shred of hope is resting on the capture of the one responsible and the lack of a body or rather bodies, as Tam and her assistants bodies were never recovered just like Tim’s was never found in the wreckage. All three will remain as missing, in his mind, until solid proof of death or life is found.

I don't know why, but I just had this idea of Tim trying to reach out to his family and friends from the Ghost Zone and it coming across...off.

Danny is still out cold, and Tim & Tam are pretty sure even if they do get him back from...wherever the hell it is he took them, he isn’t going to survive. His pulse keeps slowing, his body temp keeps dropping and even though the wound itself seems to have healed disturbingly fast Danny's just not waking up.

They're on a floating island in an endless world of impossible geography and mind fuckery, but they're not totally without luck. There's a building on this island, a brownstone like what they'd see back on earth but with some strange additions to it. A giant green and chrome... observatory? It looks like a flying saucer but that's definitely a giant telescope poking out the top of it. There's also a giant sign attached to the side of it claiming the building "Phantom's Lair" which is...concerning. but it's not exactly like they have a lot of options.

The front door is open and thankfully (?) it looks like no one is home. They manage to carry Danny inside and lay him down on a large couch in a fairly normal looking living room. Tam finds a kitchen stocked largely with junk food and seemingly endless vials of what looks concerningly like Lazarus Water.

Tim searched the place from top to bottom, which takes much longer than it really should. The building is larger on the inside, with endless rooms and halls and stairs. He's worried about getting lost but every time he thinks he might have lost the path he finds himself right back at the living room where he left Tam and Danny - which is impossible, considering he was on entirely different floors during some of those mix-ups. Good news at least he finds some medical supplies - normal, human medical supplies - and even better, various bits of tech that he's pretty sure he can use to try and contact his family.

They decided to hole up in the living room - the couches are big enough for all of them, access to the kitchen and living room and easy enough to block off from any potential unfriendles that might show up - and Tim gets to work. Some of the tech he finds boggled the mind a little, it looks like whoever made it is powering it all with Lazarus Water somehow, but he's figuring it out.

He knows, logically, that chances are slim that he'll get a message out. That even if he does the odds are it won't be his family or the League that gets the message - he's pretty sure they're in an entirely different dimension at this point - but he has to try. He records a message and starts playing it over every frequency he can remember the Bat Clan or Justice League ever using, using his own comm as a means of trying to anchor it all down somehow.

Back on Earth, things get...strange.

Barbara is monitoring the city, trying to keep everyone going while Bruce spirals, and for a moment - just a second - she sees Tim's face on one of her monitors.

Damian is in his room, comm in his ear listening to those of his siblings that are out patrolling, staring blankly down at the sketch of Tim he'd just completed. A crackle of static and then he hears Tim's voice, faint and tinny, "-here, - here, -here"

On all channels that the BatFam and Justice League uses, Tim Drake in quick, half-realizes seconds, appears as a ghost. Haunting those left behind.

"Here...here...here..."

Tim's voice echoed through the comms, tinny and distorted, and Bruce felt his heart break a little more. One of his children must have been listening to an old recording of Tim, and the comm had picked it up. That was the only logical conclusion.

He couldn't bring himself to go out, not after he'd nearly snapped a man's neck in front of Damian.

He knew he wasn't the only one mourning, he knew that. But it was so fucking hard to remember it in the middle of a fight.

He kept...forgetting.

He would allow himself to go just a little too far, a little too violent, in the faint hopes that he would hear Tim crop up and scold him. Like he had done after Jason. Like he had done after Jason came back.

But Tim did not pop up.

It was just Damian, his youngest, staring at him in horror after being forced to come between Bruce and the criminal they'd been trying to apprehend.

And then it was Jason, who looked too tired to say anything beyond a quiet "Just...go back to the cave, B."

Bruce had done just that. He'd gone back, sent Damian upstairs with Alfred, and then locked himself away.

He couldn't take his anger out on Clark. He couldn't. The man was already guilt-ridden and Superman hadn't been seen since the incident.

But he was Bruce Wayne, the Goddamn Batman; he would find out who had forced his best friend to murder his son.

And then.

Well.

He had plenty of contenders for the title of Batman, and Cass, while quiet, was the best option for a successor.

He would go after the culprit as none other than himself, not Batman. He would kill them. And Cass would fill the cowl he left behind.

~~~~~~

Clark buried his face in Jon's hair, hands shaking as he clutched his son to him. Lois ran her hands up and down his back, and Jon not only humored him, but clung back.

Ma was down in the kitchen, stress-baking.

Pa was down in the barn, stress-fixing.

Clark was home, was so far removed from the city where he'd...

Where he'd...

After, when they'd pulled Bruce off of him, he'd gone to Lex. Had begged Lex to put him down.

Only for Lex to raise an eyebrow at him, pity in his eyes, and tell him no.

Tell him that he had to live with what he'd done, and what made this time so different from the others anyways?

Clark hated the man even more after that.

That hatred had turned on himself when Lex had a gleam of understanding and told him to go home. To mourn without dragging a city down with him.

To grieve the way so many families had to every time Clark lost himself.

So Clark had fled.

He'd run home, grabbed Lois and Jon, and ran all the way home to his parents.

Kon had passed him by on the way, and his....eldest hadn't even looked at him.

Clark couldn't blame him.

His breath caught in his throat, and Lois leaned fully against him.

God.

He'd killed Tim.

He'd killed his nephew.

He could still see the shock and dismay in the boy's face, the absolute second he'd realized he was going to die.

Clark couldn't do this. He couldn't. He had to...he had to be put down, or-

What if he hurt Lois next? Jon? Kon?

How many more people would he be forced to maim or murder?

He-

His phone rang.

"Leave it, Clark," Lois muttered, glaring at the device, "Whatever, whoever, it is; it can be handled tomorrow."

But Clark could not.

What if it was Bruce?

What if they'd found the body?

Oh God, what if it was Kon?

Clark shakily let go of Jon and picked up the phone, holding it to his ear.

"Hello-?"

"Not....fault...Clark! Clark, it....fine...help...trapped-" The phone went dead, battery completely drained.

Clark kept holding it to his ear anyways.

"Dad?" Jon asked quietly, eyes wide.

Clark didn't say anything.

That had been Tim. That had absolutely been Tim. It had been staticky and faint, but it was Tim.

Tim had said he was trapped.

The phone shattered in his grip and his hand went back to cradling the back of his sons head.

Not only had he killed his best friends son, but said son was trapped and unable to move onto the afterlife.

~~~~~~

Damian felt like...well. Damian did not know what to feel like.

Watching his father utilize lethal moves on a civilian, one improperly armed, had struck a chord in him.

Damian would not say he was afraid. He was...cautious.

Whenever Ra's had been infuriated enough to fall back on training otherwise unused, it was only wise to vacate the compound until he had settled.

So Damian had asked Alfred for a lift, and let himself into Grayson's apartment.

He knew that Grayson would have known the second he let himself in, and decided to pass the time waiting for patrol to end by sketching.

But his hands would only draw one person.

It was Drake.

...

It was Timothy.

Eyes crinkled as he laughed at something, mouth in the middle of telling a stupid joke.

And Damian could not stop making it more and more detailed.

He and Timothy had not...gotten along in the standard sense of the word. But they had gotten along in their own way.

After he had settled from his....brainwashing. It had been brainwashing, and he had to refer to it as such lest he be tempted to fall back to it. After he had settled, he and Timothy had struck an antagonistic accord.

They did not wish death or severe injury upon the other, but they were free to snipe at each other with words.

Damian refused to acknowledge the moisture gathering in his eyes, just like he refused to acknowledge Grayson sliding into the apartment and draping himself over Damian's back.

Grayson let out a choked off breath and hugged Damian.

"Mind if we get that framed, Dami?"

Damian did not answer.

Words...were not enough to encompass what he desired to say.

Talking was an impossibility, though he did not know why.

Instead, Damian turned the page and started sketching Timothy anew.

~~~~~~

Jason had resorted to using real bullets again.

He knew that he was sliding back into old habits, but he really, really could not bring himself to give a shit.

He hadn't killed anyone.

Yet.

The night was still young, and perhaps some of them had bled out after he'd left.

Oracle wasn't saying anything one way or another.

She'd stopped saying much after Damian had requested help. Help to stop Bruce from killing some rando criminal.

Which.

Jason did not know how to deal with that.

When he'd answered the call, hed been furious. Where had this murderous revenge spree been when he'd bit it? What, was he not good enough to warrant it? Was Damian not good enough?

He'd stepped in, fired a rubber bullet square at Bruce's spinal surgery scar under all that armor, and just...deflated.

The man that had turned around to face him...had not been Bruce.

The lines of grief were too stark. His hands shook, his shoulders hunched, and the man looked three steps away from collapse.

In the end, Jason had told him to go home.

There really wasn't anything else to do.

"Hello? Anyone there? I'm here! I'm right here! I'm trapped, but I'm here! We need a pick up!"

Jason froze.

Clear as crystal, that had been Tim's voice.

"Oracle, did you-?"

"Yes, although it wasn't very clear. B might be...watching a recording."

Jason could hear the disbelief in her voice.

"It was clear," Jason muttered, standing on the rooftop of a half-finished building as he looked over at where Wayne Enterprises used to stand tall, "It was loud and clear. Tim's trapped. He's-Kon!"

It only took a second, but Tim's little Super maybe-boyfriend was suddenly there.

He looked wild, unhinged. His hair was a wreck, he was covered in dirt, and Jason could tell just by looking at him that his powers kept incrementally shorting out due to stress.

Good to know that falling into insanity with the absence of one of them wasn't just a Timmy thing.

"Take me to Wayne Enterprises; I think Tim's alive."

~~~~~~

Tim threw the toaster at a wall.

"Danny, sweetie, focus," Tam goaded their semi-conscious meta, "We need to go back. Can you get us back?"

Tim was reminded, rather abruptly, of Dora the Explorer.

Unfortunately, toddler TV-show talking verbiage had nothing on the headwound his second assistant had sustained.

"Frostbite..." The man whined, before forcibly pulling his face out of Tam's hands and trying to stand up.

Tim went back to disassembling what looked like a PDA. There had to be something, anything, to get a message back home.

The massive, migraine-inducing banging on the front door distracted him.

"Punk, open up," Someone called out, "I know you're in there. You, and the two illegal entries you brought in with you. That's against the rules."

Tim felt a chill go up his back.

"And you know what happens when you go against the rules."

WALKER YOU GET YOURSELF BACK TO YOUR FUCKIN' PRISON RIGHT THIS SECOND OR SO HELP ME WE'LL LET TIM GO EVIL ON YOUR BLEACHED ASS!

God, this was such a good addition, aaaah!

Stop Having a Concussion and Get us Home!

Tim works as the CEO of Wayne Enterprises. Tim has a secretary, and then he has another one to help her because holy shit, the amount of crap Tam puts up with is insane and she needs an assistant of her own.

Tim's second secretary is one Danny Fenton.

Tim, Tam, and Danny are the last ones in Wayne Enterprises, as the building had to be evacuated due to Superman being mind-controlled and targeting major corporations.

Superman targets Wayne Enterprises.

Tim looks out the window as he his secretaries make their way towards the emergency exit, and there he is.

Floating there.

Staring at him.

Tim swears he can see his Uncle Clark sobbing as his eyes heat up.

Then Danny grabs him, yanks him into the stairwell, and just as the building starts to crumble around them, shoves both Tim and Tam into a glowing green portal.

Danny takes a blow to the head.

They land on a floating island, in a swirling vortex of green, and the one who got them there is unconscious on the ground with a nasty headwound.

Meanwhile, after the Justice League manages to snap Superman out of it, the man throws himself at Batmans feet and just...sobs.

Breaks.

They get the story in bits and pieces.

Tim was in the building, still. The burning, twisted wreckage of Wayne Enterprises.

And Clark can't hear his heartbeat anymore.

op are you aware your the smartest person here

Stop Having a Concussion and Get us Home!

Tim works as the CEO of Wayne Enterprises. Tim has a secretary, and then he has another one to help her because holy shit, the amount of crap Tam puts up with is insane and she needs an assistant of her own.

Tim's second secretary is one Danny Fenton.

Tim, Tam, and Danny are the last ones in Wayne Enterprises, as the building had to be evacuated due to Superman being mind-controlled and targeting major corporations.

Superman targets Wayne Enterprises.

Tim looks out the window as he his secretaries make their way towards the emergency exit, and there he is.

Floating there.

Staring at him.

Tim swears he can see his Uncle Clark sobbing as his eyes heat up.

Then Danny grabs him, yanks him into the stairwell, and just as the building starts to crumble around them, shoves both Tim and Tam into a glowing green portal.

Danny takes a blow to the head.

They land on a floating island, in a swirling vortex of green, and the one who got them there is unconscious on the ground with a nasty headwound.

Meanwhile, after the Justice League manages to snap Superman out of it, the man throws himself at Batmans feet and just...sobs.

Breaks.

They get the story in bits and pieces.

Tim was in the building, still. The burning, twisted wreckage of Wayne Enterprises.

And Clark can't hear his heartbeat anymore.

Black and Yellow 🖤💛