While that seems like an obvious observation, not enough people talk about it, either on this site on anywhere else. But yeah, the Bats are a polyglot household. And for those that grew up speaking more than one language, we all know the mayhem that brings.
You know the "spanglish" and "portenglish" that we create? It's on another level at the Wayne residence. Conversations switch languages every sentence, for their dialect of gibberish to anyone outside of it.
For example, the conversation goes: English -> Spanish -> Swahili -> Aramaic -> Mandarin -> Portuguese -> Patuá (Macanese Patois) -> Romani -> Navajo -> Kryptonian -> Coptic -> Arabic -> Doric Greek (Greek from Sparta) -> Griko (Greek dialect in Italy) -> Cherokee -> Vietnamese -> Nahuatl -> Hebrew -> Back to English
Also, they switch languages depending on what they're cooking and proceed to shout it across the kitchen. The loudest The Latin ones and Arabic.
Even sign language is multilingual. The family has their version of it (created by Cass, which uses more body language and movements that show things and feelings instead of words), but they switch between American, British, French, New Zealand, Irish, Brazilian, Maritime, Hong Kong, Inuit, Ka'apor, and even Plains Indian SL on the daily basis. It's so varied that for an outsider, it just looks like their gesturing half the time.
And honestly, I think it all started with an angry Bruce learning French and German from Alfred.
How did I go through preschool, elementary, and middle school, and never have a single crush that whole time, and then a month after starting freshman year, I suddenly have a gosh dang massive crush on a boy I've already known for 2 years?
Also help we made eye contact offstage during play practice and I broke it off 😭
Beethoven did eventually get his picture on a bubblegum card, admittedly 44 years after Lucy said he didn't.
For anyone that may not get the reference in the ask. I had to stop and laugh for a moment after reading the first sentence and I will be screenshotting this and sending this to my mother soon, but without the tumblr bits.
That is an INSANE pattern respect
Ya'll I finally finished the cardigan! I'm so happy with how it came out I could literally cry!!!
Reblog this when it’s on your dash. You will save someone’s life.
In an episode of DCAU Justice League, the Black Mercy plant traps some of the characters in their idea of a perfect life. And Superman's perfect life is him, with a family, on krypton. And it's like, ok, let's boil this down: Clark Kent's greatest wish for his life that could never come true is that he would
a) never meet any of his loved ones
b) never see the places on earth he's called home
c) live on a planet he doesn't remember with people he never really knew.
And don't get me wrong, I'm no stranger to missing something you never had. My older sister died as a baby. But I wouldn't trade anyone I've known or any place I've been to grow up with her, because I never knew the person she didn't get to be.
Isn't it so much more likely, and realistic, and honestly more tragic to have Supergirl show up to earth, spend years believing her baby cousin Kal-El to be dead, see Superman, realize he's alive, go to see him and
(knock knock)
Clark: hello?
Kara: Kal! Hey! I'm sorry I haven't come to see you; I totally thought you were dead, --
Clark: I think you've got the wrong person. My name's Clark.
Etc.
Or for him to (especially after talking to Kara about Krypton) be sad because he can't miss it, and her to be sad because he doesn't miss it.
There's so much they could have done that they didn't do and instead all comics and shows seem to act like he was 20 years old when he left Krypton. Like he misses it. I'd like to see some at DC acknowledge what the concept of a baby is.
The funny thing about church Christmas songs is that the radio version are all wrong. The people singing think 'oh it's a religious song so it's slow' and that is just not true. There are ones that they sing just as slow as they should be- like o holy night- but Christmas is a time of REJOICING. Most of the hymns for it are pretty upbeat. They're not exactly really fast, but it still drives me crazy hearing 'haaaaaark the
herrrrald
An-gels siiii-iiing
When it's
Hark the HEErald an-GELS sii-ing
Like c'mon go tell it on the mountain has the same beat as the 12 days of Christmas
Clumsy Clark Kent- part 4 (an epilogue)
The news story went up in the paper. It was all over the internet. The entire east coast was in scandal mode. Everyone was coming up with creative death threats for lex Luthor, and he was finally, FINALLY going to court.
The reporters at the Daily Planet were satisfied with their work. They felt like they had done it well. Ma and Pa Kent were trying not to go off about the amount of danger Clark had put himself in.
And Perry White- PERRY WHITE- told them good job.
The end.
Light Over Darkness: A Call to Rise
Darkness is not the absence of hope—it is the opportunity for light to shine its brightest. Life often brings moments of struggle, doubt, and uncertainty, making it easy to feel overwhelmed by the shadows. But darkness has no power of its own; it exists only where light is absent.
Every challenge you face is a chance to ignite your inner light—whether through courage, faith, or perseverance. The smallest candle can push back an entire room of darkness, just as a single act of kindness, a step of faith, or a moment of self-belief can transform your situation.
No matter how deep the night, the sun always rises. No matter how strong the storm, the clouds will part. Hold on to your light, nurture it, and share it with others. Because in the battle between light and darkness, light will always win—if only you let it shine.