Ok this is really random and not meant to be an attack on anyone who writes fics for Wolverine. I’ve just been wanting to say this for a while.

I wish there were more writers writing fics for comic accurate 5’3” Logan.

Don’t get me wrong. I love Hugh Jackman and the movie Wolvie as much as the next person but I want fics about a Logan who is 2 inches shorter than me and will still rock my shit. Almost every fic I see that has a gif or image of Logan uses the movie version and if they don’t have a pic, they still describe him as tall and for once, I want a fic about either comic Logan or Logan from the animated series / ‘97. I want short king Logan SO FUCKING BAD.

Thank you for your time.

Beetlejuice is still killing it with unscripted audience participation. I love this show and cannot wait to see it again London!

one of the batkids gets dosed with truth serum and they immediately use it to try to get the others in trouble. not the non-drugged batkids using it to their advantage mind you, but the drugged one.

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I just keep thinking about the possibility of the domino masks being kept in place with spirit gum. With probably means they have to do a lot of skincare to make sure their skin doesn't get damaged, so I'm picturing Bruce instituting a nightly skincare hour after patrol where the Robins have to cleanse, hydrate and moisturise their skin. There is a possibility, however slim, that you will walk into the Manor at 5:30am to see them all with face masks.

While there were better opportunities out of Gotham, Dr. Damian Al-Ghul Wayne wouldn’t be caught dead practicing outside of that hellhole.

Why else would The Batman eventually (reluctantly) allow someone to treat his days old broken rib?

Who else would treat The Signal’s field injuries?

Where else would Dick go when he left his hypermobile joint out of place for far too long?

When would The Orphan get stitches if not at family dinners?

How else could Jason get prescriptions as a legally deceased man?

this is literally how i dance

This went from “wow that’s pretty neat” to “WTF ITS ALIVE” real quick

she did that

If I don’t reblog this Puerto Rican ass mouse assume that I’m dead.

I MISSED YOU SEÑORITA DESPACIMOUSE!!!

backshots this, backshots that, i would like to be taken out back and shot

jane austen said "I am going to take a heroine whom no one but myself will much like." and proceeded to make one of the most iconic austen girls of all time so like. keep making annoying and cringe and overpowered ocs and love them to bits even if no one else will.

Tumblr has the best algorithm of all the social medias in my opinion, I love going on the for you page because it seems to suggest posts based on vibes more than topics. no I don’t want to read that person’s 270k word Power Rangers fanfiction but you know what? I’m proud of them and I’m glad I saw the post

27yro Bruce travels to the future, meets Nightwing and immediately goes. Oh no. Dicks dead and this is his father. I can’t believe I could live in a world without Dick Grayson I’m gonna kms

And Dick doesn’t explain it bc he’s experiencing the horrors of realizing HOW much like John Grayson he looks like (he has his mamas eyes tho too bad Bruce can’t see em bc Nightwing mask)

Anyway once other people (Tim, Jason, Damian, Steph, himself, Cass etc) explain that Nightwing is in fact not John Grayson

Bruce goes “okay so where is Dick”

And everyone lowkey expected the worlds greatest detective to clock this

Man who looks like his sons dad is probably his son grown up seeing as we are in the future

And like Someone caves and points at Nightwing and Bruce takes one look and goes

“No”

And Dick is now experiencing the horrors squared and about go to on an absolutely biblical rage rant

“No he’s too big”

“…what”

“My boy is small that man there is too big”

5’11 with insoles Dick Grayson who has never managed to bulk up ever bc he’s a whore for cardio (acrobatics)

“Bruce we are in the future”

“Yes yes I am aware but Dick is small”

Other Bruce (45yro): Dick take off your mask

Anyway

27yo Bruce not like clocking that his son will one day grow older and get bigger and like move out and get a job and married and have a family outside of himself and work outside of the dynamic duo

27yro Bruce who like knows how aging works objectively but went “pshhh yeah but not MY BOY”

Anyway yeah

Batman: You left a mission to get coffee?!

Spoiler: I was getting tired. Sorry, my body isn’t a mess like yours. I crave coffee, and not just any coffee. I need my pumpkin spice latte with ten sugars and almond milk, a little unsweetened blueberry, and two espresso shots.

Batman (flatly, disgusted): Every time you describe that witch’s brew you call coffee, I weep for the barista making it. And you could’ve waited.

Batman #563

Picture this: The world is dark. Bleak. Gritty. Gotham is split into territories at war. Gangs are burning the bodies of their own dead in the streets and pretending they’re the enemy, just to keep control. Every man is for himself. A child has been killed on-panel. The dogs are all dead because people ate them.

And then these two show up and Emotional Whiplash occurs.

Oh nothing, just Bruce falling asleep around his kids cause thats the only place he can let his guard down enough to catch up on much needed rest. Bruce who cannot fall asleep without the sound of another person breathing in the room, without someone to tether him to the world and remind him that hes alive.

The first few times he does it they take offence, is their conversation not interesting enough for the all great Batman? Is their prescence oh so dull that he cant even keep himself awake for the few hours theyre spending together? Its only when all of them are gone for a while (not intentionally, just life happening) and Damian comes back to a bruce who looks completely wrecked, as exhausted as hes rarely ever seen him, does he understand. As soon as theyre done with their greetings, Bruce suggests they watch a movie. He makes it through the first five minutes and sleeps through the rest of the two hours, so deeply he doesnt move an inch from his position on the couch.

The memo eventually reaches everyone and they start quietly organising themselves so that bruce is never left alone for long and it works MIRACLES on his sleep schedule. Damian puts on boring movies on purpose and draws while Bruce sleeps, Tim quietly sits next to him and does his work while Bruce snoozes on his own desk. Cass comes over with a snack and her phone and bruce dozes off despite the loud volume of her tiktoks playing. Just knowing hes in the prescence of someone he loves and who loves him, someone well trained and capable of holding their own, eases just that bit of tension hes always holding just enough to give him a break, a break his body then uses to rejuvinate.

i do find it funny the concept of all the batkids agreeing that tim is the most likely to eventually snap and go full supervillain on them all. like i bet damian and jason get together and decide that to lower the risk they should ragebait the fuck out of him at any and all opportunity to try and steer him away from overreactions. and i bet it stresses dick the fuck out.

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Jason: *trips Tim for no reason* whatcha' gonna do? kill me again?

Tim: can you give it a fucking rest- *tries to get up*

Jaosn: no *shoves him back down*

Dick, furiously whispering after Tim leaves: can you stop pissing him off you know he's a flight risk-!

Jason: that's the point. if we piss him off enough he'll get used to it and he'll stop thinking everything should be retaliated with via supervillain revenge. we're lowering the stock value of his rage.

Dick:

Dick: are you fucking kidding me-

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Damian: *walks into the batcave and silently shoots Tim with a paintball gun*

Tim: OW- YOU PIECE OF-

Damian: deep breaths Timothy. remember your mental exercises.

Tim: SHUT THE FUCK UP. I'LL-

Damian: *shoots him again*

Tim:

Tim:

Damian: *cocks gun in warning*

Tim: ...i'm going to go. do some gardening. and meditate.

Dick, after Tim leaves, face pale: why are you testing him like that he's going to kill us all.

Damian: Todd and i have a schedule to ensure premium anger management training.

Dick: THATS NOT GONNA WORK.

Damian: and yet he's gardening right now.

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*during a JL meeting the batkids had to help out with*

Tim: -so that's my plan, are there any objections?

Jason: yeah, that plan's fucking stupid. like seriously, did you even try?

Damian: literally the most pathetic attempt at displaying intelligence i've ever seen. no wonder your original parents stopped calling.

Tim: *stares at the two blankly for fifteen full seconds*

Tim: ok well anyway-

Diana, leaning in to Dick: ...what was that about?

Dick, white-knuckling the table, blood pressure through the roof: they're. trying to train him.

Diana:

Diana: they're what now.