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I'm not going to list every single thing I like, but rest assured that it's a crazy hodgepodge of stuff. I'll do my best to tag everything though! main blog: @too-many-plants

[centaurs-arejerks]

i like to imagine that, on the way back to erid on the hail mary, grace was like "i sure hope the other eridians like me! it would be so awkward if they didn't" and meanwhile rocky was like "if anyone is mean to my human, im blowing up the whole planet and then myself"

[layaart]

The plants in the soil around them and the silt of the rockpool shivered. The air went still. There was a sound. A splintering. The remnants of the needle-flower essence had furled into new life, splitting through the bottle until it was in shards, falling to the ground.

Priya & Malini from The Jasmine Throne.

[honted0]

[unicornconnor]

"Tamed god"

[catfancyceo]

Let's kill this guy with mama.

[aroace-madness]

Robin Dick ragebaiting goons so he can sic Bruce on them

[soleminisanction]

You know, I can't help but notice...

There's been quite a few of these lately.

Not just Tim hugging Bruce, but like...

Specifically, Tim hugging Bruce to welcome him back from an out-of-body or out-of-universe experience. Almost like Robin is grounding Batman from his fights with his various inner and externalized demons.

And you can argue that he's doing the same for Damian here. (Spoilers for Batman #138 plus speculations on the future under the cut)

Damian just had his worldview -- or at least his perception of the current situation, and of his father -- totally shaken, he's finally having to give in and admit that something is very wrong, and Tim's there to ground him just like he did for Bruce.

That plus the focus they've been giving, especially in this past issue, on Tim as "the Robin who saves Batman" and the one who's trying to help him as much as stop him, plus the earlier foreshadowing other people have pointed out with the Zur-En-Arh Robin costume that was clearly sized for Tim...

I couldn't tell you exactly where it's going but the shape I'm starting to see is fun and if it pays off I might love it for the sheer comic book-y drama of it all.

[uhzzurago]

I need a fic please

[bim-mba]

Petition to DC to add the little bat ears to the speech bubble everytime someone imitates Batman

[danitalkscomics]

The less in control of the situation Bruce is, the more he pretends to be in control for Clark.

Let it be known to all superbat shippers that "Cowl off." is a complete sentence.

[hannigramislife]

No dna test needed 😭 they're literally cut from the same cloth

[tlirsgender]

With the knowledge that Vulcan has regularly high winds & subsequent sandstorms I propose a type of guy: midwestern dads watching tornadoes but for Vulcans. Somebody's uncle Sovar standing outside with his hands on his hips watching a massive cloud roll closer. Unconcerned because this happens, like, every couple of weeks. He's like "this one is large, is it not" yes it is go back inside Sovar

[thetimetostrikeislater]

The one Vulcan aspect Kirk can excel at.

Kirk: “Oh yeah I’m from Iowa. It’s part of something called tornado alley.”

[thetimetostrikeislater]

Spock: “Where’s the captain? The storm is getting worse.”

Crewman: “He’s out there with the other Vulcans. He told us to wait in the shuttle.”

[londrya]

Bruce: I have to leave. My child is hurt.

Diana: Which one?

Bruce: I don't know. But one of them always is and I need a reason to leave.

[ashoss]

i miss my father and daughter

[batfam-belfry]

Batman: Urban Legends #10

Batman: Arkham Knight

My love language: Nightwing pretending to be a criminal 🥰

[ciricearts]

ohh so scaryyy!!

[thunderwhenhepurrs]

Been feeding baby goats that a mama rejected, and having Jonathan and Martha Kent thoughts.

Jon and Martha find the Kryptonian ship in their corn field, but when they open it the baby is not well. He’s traveled light years, and even at the fastest speeds, it was days or even weeks. What fluid was sustaining him has been gone for some time.

They work a farm. They know what a sick baby looks like.

They take the baby inside anyway. It’s far too late for anything to be open, so they break out the milk replacer for the livestock. The bottle they find has had a goat kid sucking on it, but they wash it good, because what other choice do they have?

The baby doesn’t take to the bottle well. He barely eats.

They both know a lack of appetite is a death knell.

“I can’t watch a baby die,” Martha says. She’s done it before. She and Jon struggled to have kids. The closest they got — well. It’s a hard memory for them both.

“I know, love.” Jon’s a good old country boy. He grew up being told it’s a man’s job to take the burden. He’ll take it now. “Go to bed. I’ll stay with him.”

Sure, they both know Martha won’t sleep, but at least she won’t have to see.

Jon takes the wee babe out onto the porch. He tries to poke more milk down him. Rubs his chest, bounces him, pushes the bottle past his lips, every damn thing he can do. The hours are long and hard, but he would never forgive himself if he didn’t try.

The baby continues to fade.

The eastern sky starts to lighten.

“I’m sorry, little fellow,” Jonathan whispers. It’s not long now. He can feel it in his bones. He’s held plenty of animals as they died. He’s waiting for that long last exhale. “Sorry you came all this way and this is your welcome. Can’t even enjoy the sunrise.”

He told himself he wouldn’t cry until the boy was gone. Wasn’t fair, that his last moments would be a man crying instead of comforting him, but Jon does his best to do both at the same time. He cradles the poor little thing even as his shoulders shake.

The sun breaks over the horizon, and light floods the porch. Jon closes his eyes against it and his tears.

It’s a hiccup that is the first sign something changed. Then the wiggling.

Jon nearly drops the baby in shock.

When he looks down, the little boy sure hasn’t died. He’s got this rosy little glow to his cheeks and his eyes are bright. He’s throwing those little hands around like he’s trying to figure out how they work, but he seems to be trying to reach for the sun.

Jon just stares at him until the baby gets frustrated enough with his clumsy limbs that he opens his mouth to tell the world about it.

The baby’s cry is so powerful Jon falls right out of his rocker. It’s a miracle he doesn’t launch the poor thing.

Only thing he can think to do with a screaming baby that’s about to take his eardrums out is shove that bottle right in that open mouth.

The little boy shuts right up and clings to the bottle for dear life as he drinks with a fury.

When Martha comes stumbling out wild-eyed in her jammies, Jon’s sitting on the porch with a grin as bright as the dawn despite the fact his ears are still ringing.

“Turns out he has a good set of lungs.”

[centaurs-arejerks]

tim drake, you are constantly such a mood