The Only Reason Green Arrow Realised Who Batman Is First Is Cause Batman Slipped Once And Said “talk

jrnur....

mayhaps do you know or remember anything about how to find that 'Clark as a nanny/au pair for the Waynes' au? It sounds fantastic 🩷

thirteen by CapnWinghead!

this is the one! it's cute batfam stuff :)

The Billionaire and the Babysitter by victorian_sexstache

this is a different one. it's a little spicier :D

The crew walking wip, which might be a part or a mini comic thingy im working on but we'll see.

Oh that two year gap on my resume was when I was the architect of my own hell

Saw this on the road today and damn near laughed myself sick.

Tim: I'm gonna mix a can of Red Bull with seventeen shots of espresso in a fishbowl and then chug it while Kids by MGMT plays in the background so I can perceive twenty-three spatial dimensions and fight my own soul.

we really devolved as a society when we stopped using fully painted pictures on romance novels and started using cheap photoshop instead 

Once Upon A Witchlight/Curse of Strahdanya Crossover Theory

I've recently got into the Shepnax fandom thanks to some Coalecroux posts and suddenly my brain noticed that there were a lot of similarities Kremy shared with Sarnax and Gideon shared with Silas.

Then my brain came up with this theory:

What if Kremy is Sarnax's reincarnation while Gideon is Silas' reincarnation?

They do seem to be drawn to each other and you cannot tell me the series of events in episode 15 of OUAW wasn't someone pulling the strings of fate to make sure those two got married.

My money is on Gherix being said someone but who can say,

Plus it would make everyone at the OUAW table pretty much shipping Coalecroux even more funny.

Conner, showing up at the manor with a kitten wrapped in a blanket, not noticing until it was too late that the Wayne's were being interviewed- Would Tim Drake please report to the foyer? I have a surprise for him.

Tim, in full-on 'son of Brucie Wayne' mode- Is that a chicken!?!

how to be a god

speak with a smirk, your smile can be a magnet. speak with a scowl, your eyes could cut like daggers.

walk with your head high, let your wings stretch as wide as possible. never look down on mortals, you’re meant for the skies.

dress to the nines no matter the occasion. ballgowns from any time period, victorian suits, knights armor. blood stains are simply proof of your power.

stain your lips with cherries or pomegranates, or even blood. slip daggers into your hair and tie your hair back with gold chains. never forget to adorn your head with a crown.

always touch, never be touched. let your hands roam their body freely, and take your time sizing up your pray. when you kiss them, don’t forget to bite.

carry around books from the crusades, from witches, from the romans. read to remember the battles you were apart of, the stories written after you.

speak in latin, in ancient greek, in tamil. let the mortals know your words have power. scrawl ominous sayings across the wall, whether it be in blood or wine

every day feast as if there’s no tomorrow. accept only ambrosia and wine. sit at the head of your table and unfurl your wings, the world is at your fingertips.

let the women circle around you, shouting your name in a crazed way. let them dedicate their lives to your glory, let them kill to be near you. you are above all.

take your time. time runs by you, drink your wine slowly, scrawl threats on paper without rush, slide your sword into the mere mortal tenderly. you own the world.