Reblog to hug prev poster (they need a hug)
Yeah. And you try to art anyway, but you just end up crying because you want to share so bad but you can't.
Is anyone else cursed with having great concepts for things but can’t make them because you’re broken and can’t art?
I accidentally hit the send button before I finished typing, but how are you?
hi! I know it's been a long while, just, um. My life's been a little messy for the past few months. I was mostly on here because of fanfic stuff, but got a ton of anon stuff in my inbox about how pathetic my writing was, so kinda was pulling out of that, then things with family and school kind of all blew up at the same time, and my best (and only irl) friend who, well we'd talked about dating at some point, but we kind of broke things off and stopped talking to each other, so. yeah. this a kind of me just taking a quick look around for old times' sake. everything's just a mess right now. if I haven't posted by september, i'm probably off for good, one way or another. thanks for messaging me. i don't really have friends. he was the only one i've really had for the past 5 years. it's... nice. sorry for dumping this on you. i'm just not in a great place right now.
--elizabeth
I hope the mutuals I never talk to are doing well.
Something very dear to my heart is the 501st thinking they're the badass rebel loose canons who do all the reckless crazy shit compared to the straight-laced, spick and span 212th who are extremely formal and put-together by comparison...
...until they start running joint campaigns and the 501st realize that the 212th are a disciplined, orderly, well-mannered battalion of ABSOLUTE FUCKING LUNATICS
Batfam incorrect quotes because I like to:
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Bruce: Alfred, what do I do?
Damian: This is an issue...
De aged Dick: I told you I didn't want little siblings! D:<
De aged Jason, crying under a table with a batarang: I DON'T WANNA BE KIDNAPPED!
De aged Tim, staring at Bruce with big, wide eyes: :o
De aged Stephanie, tackling Dick:
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Bruce: Alright, until Zatanna can get here, you're gonna need to be on your best behavior.
Stephanie: I want my Mom!
Stephanie, kicking Bruce's shins:
Bruce: I am so glad you're not my kid.
Dick, staring at a Nintento game card: Why's the game cartridge so small!?
Bruce: Oh, yeah, I forgot you grew up in the 90's... Um...
Tim, trying to eat said game card:
Bruce: Timothy Jackson Drake, no!
Tim, dropping it quickly and posing like a startled Red Panda: :o
Alfred, holding Jason by the scruff: Sir, master Jason attempted escape again.
Jason: I'm telling my Dad on you! He'll beat you up! MY PARENTS ARE GONNA CALL THE COPS ON YOU! JUST YA WAIT, THEY'RE GONNA BE HERE AND TAKE ME AWAY FROM YOU FOREVER!
Bruce: Hrn, maybe I should've talked to Jason more about his birth parents when I got him...
Alfred: No Father is perfect, sir.
Stephanie: MY MOM SAYS EAT THE RICH!
Stephanie, taking a bite out of Bruce's hand:
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Bruce: Look, I turned on a movie!
Dick: . . . Why is THE LION KING IN REAL LIFE!?
Bruce: It's live action—
Dick: KILL IT!
Tim, lifting a camera up slowly and snapping a picture of Bruce from a corner:
Bruce: !? Tim?! Where'd you get a camera!?
Tim, dropping to all fours and quietly crawling along the shadows to leave the room:
Bruce: . . . What?
Damian: Father, permission to be a tad bit suspicious of Tim's humanity?
Bruce: He didn't have any when I met him, now I think he might not be human.
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Jason: I'M IN A BATMOBILE AND YOU'RE NOT!
Bruce, trying to open the door frantically: Jason Peter Todd get out of that car right this instance!
Jason: TAKE ME HOME!
Bruce: Jason, please, I'm not trying to kidnap you.
Jason: I WANT MY MOM!
Tim, popping up from the back seats to climb into the passenger seat and snap a photo of Bruce, desperately struggling to get inside the bat mobile:
Jason: WHERE'D YOU COME FROM!?
Tim, shrugging:
Jason: . . . YOU'RE WEIRD!
Dick, running around in Stephanie's Robin uniform: BATMAN, NANANANANANANA!!!
Stephanie, squealing as she swings Tim's bō staff around:
Damian, chasing after them both: ENOUGH, BOTH OF YOU! YOU ARE ACTING CHILDISH!
Jason, crying: I want my Mooooom.
Tim, turning on the radio, gasping when it works: :o
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Dick, glaring at a laptop: That's not normal. Why'd you flatten the computer?! WHAT IS THAT THING ON IT!?
Bruce: It's a laptop, and that's internet, and I'm trying to contact Lucius to inform him neither Tim or I will be there for work today.
Damian: Must I go to school? This seems like a family emergency.
Dick: I don't wanna go to school either!
Tim, dropping from an air vent onto the floor, landing face first like a limp rag doll:
Bruce: OH MY GOD!?
Tim, coughing once before picking himself up and snapping a picture of Bruce:
Bruce: . . . I need to get Tim tested.
Damian: For?
Bruce, watching as Tim waddles away: Everything.
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Stephanie: This place is to big, my Dad would never let me stay at a place this fancy.
Jason: We're being human trafficked!
Stephanie: I dunno, that guy hasn't tried anything.
Jason: Them why do you keep bitin' and kickin' 'im?
Stephanie: I just like to.
Tim:
Jason: WHERE DID YOU COME FROM!?
Tim, lifting up a blank, thick, white binder, flipping it open to reveal page after page of pictures of both Bruce and Batman, as well as Dick and Robin:
Stephanie: What's that?
Tim: Batman.
Jason: YOU CAN SPEAK!?
Tim: . . . Wanna hear me talk about Batman?
Stephanie:
Jason:
Both: Sure.
Tim, big gasp: :O
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Dick, swinging from a chandelier, singing: WHO LET THE DOGS OUT!? WHO LET THE DOGS OUT!? WOOF WOOF WOOF!
Bruce, sipping from a mug of coffee: I'm glad I got those reinforced...
Tim, taking a picture:
Bruce: . . . Are you hungry?
Tim:
Bruce: You... You haven't eaten.
Tim:
Bruce: . . . Alfred, can you contact Cass? She might be able to communicate with Tim.
Alfred: Right away, sir.
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Cass: Hi, Tim.
Tim:
Cass: What am I meant to do?
Bruce: Communicate with him..?
Cass: . . . How?
Bruce: You know body language better than I do.
Cass: He seems neutral.
Bruce: I don't think his facial expression has changed once.
Cass: What?
Bruce: Unless blinking counts.
Tim, looking at Bruce: I know what you are.
Tim, waddling off:
Cass: Why was he scarier as a child?
Bruce: The only one who wasn't terrifying as a child was Tim.
Jason, running through the halls with a bucket on his head, right into a wall: Oof!
Bruce: . . . And Jason.
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Stephanie: You're pretty.
Cassandra: Thank you.
Stephanie: Why is there so many boys here?
Cassandra: Men usually have a harder time dealing with complex emotions and so are more likely to turn to violence to cope, hence why Bruce became Batman. As for Tim, Dick, and Jason? They ended up with Bruce and inherited his... Coping mechanisms.
Stephanie: . . . What?
Cassandra: . . . Want to go hang out at our girls only club?
Stephanie: YES!
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Babs: Permission to ask?
Cass, braiding Stephanie's hair: No.
Stephanie, eating a king sized Hershey bar, looking like Kirby as she opens her mouth to consume it whole:
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Bruce: Alright, I had to bribe Alfred with a months vacation, but...
Bruce, putting down two big bags of McDonald's:
Dick: MCDONALD'S!!!!
Tim, snapping a picture:
Jason: Is it drugged?
Bruce: No more than Gotham's food usually is. I got you a Wonder Woman toy.
Dick: I WANT SUPERMAN! :D
Bruce: You got Superman.
Jason: Hm . . . Bribe accepted, but only because if you try to hurt me I'm gonna tell the cops your Batman and get you arrested for forever.
Bruce, knowing damn well Jason hates the police and ain't no snitch: That's fine.
Jason, digging into a bag instantly:
Tim:
Bruce: Uh...
Bruce, slowly lifting a French fry between two fingers:
Tim, eating it from Bruce's fingers before waddling away:
Bruce: . . .
Dick: Wait, isn't that our neighbor?
Jason, lifting his toy in the air: WONDER WOMAN!!!
Dick: Wanna make her fight my Superman!?
Jason: HELL YEAH!
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Bruce: Alright, Zatanna will be here in an hour. Thank god.
Dick: Is she gonna make us grown ups again?
Bruce: Yes.
Dick: YAY! NO MORE SCHOOL!
Jason: But I like school! Can I still go to school as a grown up?
Bruce: Uh... Of course, Jay, lad.
Jason: YES! EDUCATION! I can't wait to graduate again! :D
Bruce: uhhhh...
Tim: I ate the game card.
Jason:
Dick:
Bruce:
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BONUS:
*Tim and Bernard, sitting in a hospital room*
Bernard: How'd you get a Stardew Valley Nintendo switch game stuck in your large intestine?
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its girlhugging day reblog this to girlhug prev
Was listening to ‘Brave Enough’ by Lindsey Stirling while planning the second chapter for my fic Children of War and thinking of Cody and Obi-Wan, post Order 66, with flashbacks to the Clone Wars. I’m sad now.
sitting on my bed, in a robe and pjs, eating crunchy peanut butter from the jar with a spoon, while writing an paper that's due in like two hours. ah, college.
My friend’s little brother (non-verbal) used to hide people’s shoes if he liked the person, because it meant they had to stay longer. The more difficult it was to find your shoes, the more he liked you.
One day my cousin came over, and she was a bitch. When it was time to leave, my friend’s brother handed her shoes directly to her and she went on and on about how he must have a crush on her because he only “helped” her.
Jason likes to be in Roy's workshop with him. They don't have to talk. But Jason will just rest his head on Roy's thigh and read.
Jason steals broken/old pieces of Bat-tech for Roy to experiment with.
The boyfriend tax. It is abused because they have a one inch height difference (canon. Jason: 6'0, and Roy: 5'11).
Jason isn't very touchy, but he is a sleep cuddler. So Roy had a reason to try to get Jason to sleep with him (wholesome only).
Roy is not allowed to cut his hair. Jason has forbid it.
Roy goes on rants about his experiments, or whatever he's hyperfixating on. Jason goes on rants about his books. And they both listen and ask genuine questions.