“a good person”
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“a good person”
am i a nightwing gooner? yes. do i read comics and consume media so i can understand his complex character? also yes.
Two things can be true at once!
I’m reading Gideon the ninth for the first time and loving it, but have come to the conclusion that Gideon is a cunty little shit. If anything happens to her I’ll kill everyone in this room and then myself.
Bruce: You’re in danger and in need of help, who do you call?
Bat!sib: Dick.
Bruce: What if Dick can’t help?
Bat!sib: If Dick can’t help we’re all doomed.
Kid!Dick, kicking his legs up on the front dash, looking at Bruce driving: Are we there yet?
Bruce, driving to Kansas on their “first big road trip” at Dick’s suggestion: No.
[ten minutes later]
Dick: Are we there yet?
Bruce: Get your feet off the dashboard chum.
Dick, grumbles but crisscrosses his legs: Yeah but are we there yet?
Bruce: Still no.
[five minutes later]
Dick, turning the radio on and off.
Bruce: Why don’t you do some reading chum?
Dick, doesn’t look up: Makes me sick.
Bruce: Okay…
[minute later]
Dick, trying to climb out the open car window.
Bruce, frantically trying to pull him back.
[ten minutes later]
Dick, smiling wildly with windswept hair: Are we there yet?
Bruce, tired, just wants to sleep, shirt crinkled, rethinking all of his life choices: Not even close.
Damian struggling in school to make three fathers day cards (one for Bruce, one for Dick and one for wally).
"What do you mean he is my brother? I don't care! He's Baba."
"I know that they aren't married. Dad and Baba act like it anyways, so I just play along"
giver
Dick Grayson loves his siblings, but he's never quite sure to what degree that love is returned.
It would be fair for them not to love him. He has messed up more than his fair share over the years, spectacularly shattering trust, destroying bridges, and failing to make amends. He sees his mistakes reflected in their eyes every time they back away from a hug.
It kills him a little, feeling them pull away from him.
Each of his siblings has had a point where he was their favorite. They would gravitate to him at family gatherings, linger with him during team-ups, and turn his apartment into a pillow fort. He should've held on tighter during those times, should've never let them slip away.
He spends weeks planning their Christmas presents. They have to be perfect- it took guilt and outright bribery to ensure everyone would be at the Manor. It stung when Stephanie and Tim ignored his calls, almost as much as Jason slamming the door in his face. They all came around eventually, and Dick had to show them all how much he cared.
He started with Damian, simply because the boy never left his mind these days. It had been hard to walk away when Bruce came back, even harder not to run back and snatch up the kid every day since. Dick found the newspaper from the first night they went out as a duo, complete with a glossy picture of them on a rooftop. It was carefully framed and placed on top of a small stack of sketchbooks and watercolors. Dick tried to forget all of the art shows he had missed recently.
Duke received a new pack of trading cards and every article that spoke positively of the "We Are Robin" movement. In a moment of extreme sentimentality, he wrote a letter explaining what Robin meant to his family and just how proud he was of Duke for turning a family name into a wave of change for the city. Dick tried to forget how angry he had once been to see the child army running the streets.
Stephanie was easy enough, he interfered as Detective Grayson and got rid of her parking tickets. Well, that, and he interviewed people that had come forward after being saved by Spoiler, and recorded all of them explaining how they would never forget their hero. He compiled all of the recordings onto a modified comm, so if she ever felt doubt on patrol, she could be reminded of all the good she has done. Dick tried to forget how he had joined Bruce in trying to run her off when she briefly took up the Robin mantle.
Cass received new pointe shoes, complete with shiny pink ribbon, and a stack of cards Dick had collected from the Gotham Center for Deaf Children. Before Orphan and Black Bat, there had never really been a signing hero in Gotham. She gave them someone to admire, and Dick thought she should know. He placed the delicate shoes on top of the cards, and tried to forget how many of her performances he had skipped.
Tim... Dick could never apologize in any way that would matter to him. He stared at a row of cameras in a store and wondered when was the last time he had actually seen Tim take a picture. It had been his passion for so long... Had the boy outgrown it or had their lifestyle forced him to abandon it? Dick was determined that either way, his brother deserved joy, so he picked one Wally recommended and carefully stenciled the Red Robin logo onto the lens cover. Dick tried to forget how Tim couldn't stand to be in a room alone with him anymore.
Jason. His Little Wing made him want to weep. He went through hours of footage from his old camera, videos of the first time they went train surfing together, when he taught Jason to fly, when Jason taught him to skateboard- all from years ago. He sat in his apartment for hours, hating himself for realizing he doesn't truly know his brother anymore. He ends up breaking into Jason's place. The day after that, he has a large box filled with leather bound versions of all the paperbacks Jason had lying around. He attempted to read some of them, but landed on making little bookmarks for his brother, each with some little inside joke on it. Dick did all of that and tried to forget that his brother didn't think they were family anymore.
December 23rd, he loads all of the gifts into his shitty truck and wonders if any of them will get him anything.
It would be fair if they didn't, though.
So, when the Batkids get hurt, like, seriously hurt, they logically know that they best place they could go is the batcave. Fully stocked infirmary, the most updated medical technology possible, and Alfred to give them tea and sew up all of the wounds that they can't quite reach.
However, if any of them are even mildly beefing with Bruce, which they almost always are, they'll be damned if they're gonna face The Disappointed Bat Glare (tm) while also bleeding out, much less the speech that will inevitably follow.
This leads to either
A. The batkids sneaking into each others apartments and safehouses to get help, aka
Tim: -humming to himself as he flicks on the lights of the common room at Titans Tower-
Dick: -slumped on the couch dripping blood from two stab wounds- Hey, Timmy. Could you get your med kit?
Tim: -brief high pitched scream- FUCK!!! -long silence- Yeah, sure.
Dick: Great. Also, Bart heard me calling for you in the dark, and he thought I was a ghost of some sort. I think he ran to Mexico to get away, so you might want to track him down.
B. The batkids attempting to sneak into the batcave and patch themselves up without Bruce realizing they were ever there, aka
Jason: -sneaking through the medical bay in the dark, trying to silently open drawers when the lights suddenly come on-
Alfred: -standing by the light switch- Master Jason, may I inquire as to what you're doing here?
Jason: -actively gushing blood from his side- ....Nothing.
Alfred: Do you require stitches?
Jason: ....No.
Alfred: -actively pulling out the supplies to stitch up his wound- If you say so, Master Jason.
Bruce: Dick, this week, an aspect of training will be that you will need to adapt to sudden aereal acceleration and your task will be to initiate maneuvers for a safe landing facing the cause of it.
Alfred: Master Bruce?
Dick: What?
Bruce: I'll throw you around unexpectedly. You must not hit your head and land facing me. Can you do that, chum?
Dick: If I can? I got this! You could throw me in my sleep!
Alfred: Master Dick...!
Not to make it too angsty on this fine Thursday morning but I was thinking about how Bruce probably had to train Dick out of that performer's instinct to hit the landing, pause, and smile. Movement is life in Gotham, and while sometimes there is time to linger, it's never a given. Waiting for a reaction isn't always a luxury they have.
You need to already be planning your next move while you're in the air. You need to be comfortable with the fact that the ground might not be where you thought it was by the time your feet come down. Your enemy might not be where they were before you jumped. Your eyes should be on the threat at all times, and if that's not possible, you should be trying to land in a way that gives you the best vantage point when you're on solid ground again.
Dick getting thrown in that gifset is so fascinating to me. He's doing all those things in mid-air. He didn't expect to be thrown, but he didn't fumble the landing at all. He hit it, kept his head down low and safe, and took a breath while evaluating the situation calmly from afar. That kind of training doesn't happen overnight.
Dude's hilarious. He doesn't clean his flat, he leaves random unconscious assassins in there, wears jeans over his skin-tight suit and kind of just hopes he can nick the unconscious assassin's bike for a mode of transport.
Time laughs like a Korok.
Like sure, it's definitely not the same pitch, but he does the "ya ha ha" bit.
y'all think anthy and utena shit like this
Why are you in their bathroom and taking pictures
god i need to stop interacting with so much totk stuff on here because it’s filled my dash- don’t get me wrong it looks so so so good i’m just too broke rn to afford it :,3 but i can’t stop because link and zelda look so pretty
Same here, waiting for Christmas when I can ask for money to buy it
One thing I love about Tumblr that wasn't a thing on Reddit is that I can just write whatever the fuck text post I want. No titles. No putting text on images. No algorithms or karma. Just fuckin splatter your mind onto the screen and people will see it. Like god intended.
Scream into the void!
I know Kuwabara won't do anything ever again after the whole Sensui arc but he should talk to Kurama cause he is the only one who can express emotions apparently
I was a bit disappointed that Kuwabara wouldn't be there for the last arc brmecause he is the only one with some kind of emotional intelligence
This is the experience
10 min into the first ep and Oscar is talking trash at some uppety noble and I am loving every second of it!