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just a guy who spits words out of his mouth 19 | He/They

[incorrectbatfam]

[trying to deduce Red Hood's identity]

Bruce: He's violent. He's selfish. He has no self-control.

Robin!Tim: He's an American?

[whatonearthisgoingon]

I love the fact that the headcanon of the Blacks being uncanny and creepy, makes 100% sense in canon.

They're described as beautiful with sharp jawlines, pale skin, dark hair, dark eyes, and many being tall with "elegant structure." They're these gorgeous people, and hold themselves to a standard of being this Wizarding World Royalty.

However, they're fucked up at the same time. They have the crazy eyes. It's a coin toss on if they're insane or just severely traumatized; regardless of which, you get this weird feeling around them, because you know something is wrong.

They all look alike, too much a like; there's not enough genes in the pool to make them look too different after all. They look normal alone, but when you put them all together, this uncanny valley feeling settles in when you look at them all enough. Cousins looks like they could be siblings, children are nearly identical to their parents. No one looks the age you expect, everyone is either younger or older than you thought, because no one really looks.. right.

They have a ton of money, power, and connections, so if you look at them wrong for too long, something could happen to you. Just the power alone makes many fear them, but along with the unnerving appearance, being around them must have been complicated for many people.

They're also intelligent, raised with the finest tutors and access to ancient knowledge many could only dream of. If they can't spook you with looks or power, they can outsmart you and plot your downfall with magic alone, no connections involved.

It's unnerving.

[aboodfmly]

My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza

My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.

I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.

Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.

I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.

Help Abdelmajed Escape Gaza and Rebuild His Life

My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people

Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.

Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.

Vetted by @gazavetters

[thesmileykate]

y'all, district twelve had FOUR victors. peeta is just as much of a victor as the others. and if peeta was not in the games, katniss would not be the mockingjay. full stop.

[stantanly]

the sillies

[everwalldigan-deactivated202602]

Only those who have seen the light know that Bruce Wayne is absolutely the type of annoying father who asks for his adult children for grandkids EVERY chance possible. This is the same man who immediately put in his two weeks notice from batman-ing the MINUTE he discovered he had a granddaughter.

Bruce, materialising in bludhaven: when are you and Barbara getting married

Dick: NO.

Bruce: *sad GRANDCHILDLESS noises*

Bruce, materialising in crime alley: when you are going to settle down with a nice girl or guy and give me a-

Jason: *starts shooting*

Bruce, materialising in the clocktower:

Babs: don’t even fucking think about it

Bruce: *dematerialises away sadly*

Finally, at the annual family dinner, Bruce: whoever is the first to bring me a grandchild will be banned from ever having to take over batman

[thecrowthatyellsow]

Jason and Tim :

[thecrowthatyellsow]

Skibidi die.

[chaoticbatfam]

when I told a friend that I was a devout member of the “English teacher Jason Todd” headcanon, her addition was: “what if he catches one of his students in a gang or something? He begins to deal psychic damage while beating people up”

Jason: YOU DIDNT EVEN KNOW HOW TO INDENT A PARAGRAPH UNTIL A WEEK AGO, JARED. PUT THE GUN AWAY Jared: *runs* Jason: *yelling at his back* YES, GO CRY TO THE MOM WHO WAS WRITING YOUR ESSAYS UNTIL TENTH GRADE

the gangs start avoiding him because they’ve found out that any of their newer, younger recruits will flee at the sight of him. (By god, how did he know about that horrible test score? That awkward boner? That PE incident involving a stinky shoe? How did he have that kid’s MOM’S PHONE NUMBER???)

[rott3ndaisi3s]

Spider-Man animatic to this song- it could be Tom Hollands Spider-Man with MJ or Andrew Garfield’s with Gwen Stacey OR like a thing where it cuts in and out of both of the universes and the “tell me I’m not crazy” it’s both Spider-Man’s singing because HELL YES

[queen-of-andor]

Jason saying to his older brother " Night, wing" before he goes to bed feeling so smug he came up with that pun.

Meanwhile, Dick is confused why Jason simply says his superhero name before he goes to sleep.

[incorrectbatfam]

Tim: Kon texted me "your adorable" so I texted him back and said, "No, YOU'RE adorable."

Cassie: And?

Tim: And now we're dating. We've been on six dates. All I did was point out a typo.

[prlssprfctn]

AU, where Jason returns to Gotham, but in between of his evil mastermind plans and managing the criminal empire, he starts working in this anonymous psychological hotline services.

And gets a call from Bruce-fucking-Wayne.

Well. It is not like Bruce announces that he is Bruce Wayne — it is anonymous, after all — but Jason knows his father's voice, alright?

'I don't need a physiological help,' his father tells him the minute he picks up the phone.

Jason... Snorts.

'Of course,' he nods, making his voice nicer. 'How can I help you?'

Bruce pauses, his breath hitching for a second; almost as if he recognized Jason's voice.

'My... my son thinks I need it, but I am fine,' Bruce insists. 'Still... I want to, well, fulfil a promise I gave... for once.'

Jason rolls his eyes, a familiar irritation flaring up in green flames before his eyes. He wonders who is this lucky son that gets to have such a diligent, responsible father - Dickhead? Tim? Damian?

'I see,' he breathes out, trying to follow a protocol of the calls. 'I am sure he will appreciate your loyalty. Will you tell him about it?'

'If he appears,' something screeches in the background, and if Jason closes his eyes, he can easily imagine Bruce leaning back on the armchair, in the Batcave. 'I... He only ever appears in my dreams, my boy.'

Jason freezes.

'Excuse me?'

'I... He is dead, my son.'

Had someone else died? Jason frowns, reaching for his phone, typing anxiously Nightwing and Robin in the search bar, trying to see if there is something serious happened; because he can't be talking about the second Robin, can he-

'I am sorry,' he blurts out, eyes drifting back to notes on the table, with some common phrases that can be used in this situation. 'I... Do you want to talk about, sir?'

Bruce is silent for a while. Jason thinks he is about to drop the call, but then, he sighs heavily on the line:

'His name was Jason. And he was the brightest boy.'

Jason mutes the microphone. He thinks he is going to vomit.

[moonyswarmsweaters]

James: i'm paying for the person behind me, can you tell them that i think they’re hot?

fast food worker: okay?

Regulus: *drives up to the window*

fast food worker: your food was paid for by the guy ahead of you. he thinks that you're hot

Regulus: *rolls his eyes and smiles* he's my husband

[rott3ndaisi3s]

Jason: So you’re telling me theres a fucking tournament with dragons and people could die at a school for teenagers, but barley anyones participates?

James: Well, yeah but-

Jason: Are you all pussies?! The League of Assassins could best you any day

And they probably could, James did die to Voldemort after all.

[rott3ndaisi3s]

I imagine that Batman would see this group of odd wizard children and recruit them to be master crime fighters without even realizing it. Slytherin Skittles, Valkyries, and Marauders? Nah, honorary bat kids.

Bruce Wayne can no longer keep up with any of his children

[rott3ndaisi3s]

Alfred and Minerva just sharing secrets on how to tame the children is the funniest thing ever. It would probably be stupid stuff like this.

Alfred: You know, Minerva, the best way to get the rowdy ones to listen to you is to just pop a treat to them every now and then. Master Jason is so rowdy, but I give him a snickerdoodle and he comes up to me that evening and is very well the best behaved child that night.

Minerva, lost in thought: Do you think that would work with Sirius?

Alfred, also contemplating: I am sure, the boy looks like a lost puppy, a treat would go a long way

Sirius and Jason, who are both fighting over something stupid:

Sirius: Someone is talking behind my back.

Jason: Plotting is never good…

I fear if Jason Sirius Damian and Tim joined forces the world would be over