*takes off my leather jacket to reveal a second, secret leather jacket underneath*
you mean, skin?
What an absolutely terrifying addition to my post. Thank you.
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noise dept.
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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Show & Tell
trying on a metaphor
Cosimo Galluzzi
hello vonnie

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cherry valley forever

blake kathryn
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
wallacepolsom
almost home
will byers stan first human second

shark vs the universe
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*takes off my leather jacket to reveal a second, secret leather jacket underneath*
you mean, skin?
What an absolutely terrifying addition to my post. Thank you.
~ Detective Comics (1937)
These posts saying that "Jason used to write fanfics" are right. This is an issue "written" by Jason (his name is in the writer's box), where he tells the latest adventure he had with Batman. However, at the end, he isn't satisfied with his writings, so he burns it, which implies this is not a journal, but him working on his writing skills, using their crime fighting as a base. He even talks about "maintaining suspense" at one point. So, yeah, if Jason grew up in the 21st century, he would be writing Batman and Robin's fanfics inspired by his own adventures with his dad.
And Bruce, faking being asleep in the same room Jason is writing in, so he can listen and watch his boy as he enjoys his hobby, just happy seeing his baby do something he likes. He probably loves to read what Jason wrote.
I can't believe people looked at this cutie pie and his dad, and went: "I want him dead".
Jason Todd You Smoke Too Tough. Your Swag Too Different. Your Thighs Are Too Thick. They’ll Kill You Again
Vogue Paris, March 1991.
Ph. Karel Fonteyne
I see the villagers have decided to up their fashion game before storming the castle. Good.
One should always have at least 2 craft projects going. That way, when one of them is messed up and misbehaving, you can switch to another, and let the first one sit there and think about what it's done.
Sometimes (oftentimes), when a creative project is "misbehaving," it's because it is tired, and overstimulated, and just needs a time out to rest -- like toddlers often need.
And sometimes, you should give your creative projects time to talk to each other, as well as to you.
Instructions unclear; my 17 ongoing craft projects have unionized against me.
Freshly adopted Jason, who is so used to taking care of his mother that the first morning in the manor, he wakes up in early hours to cook for Bruce, too.
Logically speaking, he understands that Bruce doesn't need it — he is a healthy adult, and they have Alfred — but it is six in the morning, and his mind is foggy, so he just follows his instincts. Maybe he does not even realise that mom is not here, after all.
Alfred finds him in the weakly dimmed kitchen when he finishes his walk around the Manor before starting with his chores. He is amused at first, stopping quietly behind the child. He is doing great (that's a surprise since Dick intentionally just stirred more trouble), and Alfred can't help but smile a little.
'Good morning, master Jason. If you are hungry, you should wake me up the next time. I promise to take care of you.'
Jason blinks owlishly, still awfully sleepy. His eyes are barely opened, his hands working on the automat.
'Breakfast,' he mumbles, frowning a little. 'For mom- I mean, for dad.'
Alfred's smile falters. His original impression shifts in a late realisation.
Oh.
'Master Jason, you shouldn't really-'
'Finished,' he yawns, putting a one — just one, nothing for himself at all — plate in front of Alfred.
It is a very simple dish, scrambled eggs with some black paper and toasted bread — but not even made in a toaster, just on the pan; this kid probably doesn't know how to use toasters. It smells nice, Alfred compliments mentally.
'Can you-' He yawns. 'Pass to-'
And then little Jason falls asleep helplessly, falling right in Alfred's arms. He catches him, of course. This boy weighs nothing at all.
'Hey, Al,' Bruce sticks his head in the kitchen, no less sleepy. 'What is going on?'
Alfred explains to Bruce what happened, and he is no less distraught. He helps him to put Jason in the bed and eats all the breakfast he prepared, with a mixture of delight and despair.
And when Jason wakes up, embarrassed by the faint memories of the early morning, Alfred puts a big plate in front of him, filled with so much food that his big blue eyes light up instantly.
'Bon appetite, master Jason,' he smiles. 'Your cooking had passed my personal standards for a cook. You are a good soldier.'
Jason giggles, his mouth already stuffed with bacon.
'That I am.'
And that he always will be.
oh I would 100% be lured by a vampire entirely too easy
Not even for sexy reasons for me, I’d just be too polite and assume good will. No goth person has ever done me wrong.
FYI iPhone users!
Oh... oh that's disgusting.
For emphasis - YOU HAVE TO TURN THIS OFF FOR EACH INDIVIDUAL APP
As a shortcut - you can go into the Siri tab and access each app there to toggle this off. It’s still obnoxiously granular; I can’t find a way to turn the feature off universally, but doing it this way will save extra clicks, which adds up if you have a lot of apps (who doesn’t have a lot of apps).
I have one foot in the grave but in a kind of fun flirty way, the way one might slip on a fishnet stocking
Are you fucking stupid.
I mean broadly yeah but what prompted you to ask
Hey. Even if we don’t speak anymore, I wish you health, comfort, and clarity to outlast these unprecedented times 💕
Albanian women’s coats and jackets
1. early 20th century 2. jacket, 1875-1900 3-4. 1900
assuming an average body weight of 8 lbs this bitch can stomp you with 40 lbs of force in less time than the blink of an eye. we stan
Secretary birds as antifascist symbol
reblog to keep cotton eyed joe sealed away
he really did just call him up and say she’s gonna fuck the fishman didnt he
confirmed
Doug Jones is to Guillermo Del Toro as Helena Bonham Carter is to Tim Burton
Crazy Rich Asians (2018) dir. Jon M. Chu
the holy trinity