Autism.

Behold! My hyperfixations! (She, but not her because I'll never be her)

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Goth x Jock x Goth

Ref under the cut

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Full under the cut

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I haven’t posted in a long time dont kill me 🥺👨‍🦲

[readerrobin28]

DC Paper Snowflakes Instructions

Hey everyone,

Some of you asked for me to show you how I made the snowflakes so here is the step by step:

All snowflakes start out with these steps:

Cut a square then fold in half diagonally

2. Fold that in half

3. Fold in half one more time

Batman: cut out all the gray

Wonder Woman: cut out all the grey, there will be the middle part of the w that you can’t cut from an end, so you’ll either have to stab a pen or something through the paper delicately, stab delicately with scissors to make a hole that you can than cut larger, or make a really tiny fold in the middle of the w.

Superman: now this is where it gets hard, the Superman symbol is not symmetrical so you have to half it when making the snowflake

Cut out the grey

2. Unfold

3. Sketch out the Superman symbol and cut out the grey

4. You can cut along the fold where the dashes are to make a big enough cut to start; where the dots are you have to stab through to make a hole that you can than cut around to get bigger

Enjoy!

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Also been toying with new design and alias for Tim, post Red Robin.

I ran out of ideas and decided to steal the name “Raptor” from that one guy nobody cares about and give it to Tim instead.

Your thoughts? (yes it’s inspired by the Drake suit)

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The past that haunts

Jason and Richard were having a petty argument that could only be settled one day-- but Alfred swiftly directed them outside before they could break anything inside. he told them to use their rough housing energy on something actually productive.

He gave them the keys to the gardening shed and told them to do some work on the west gardens.

They complained but decided to make a competition out of it. Whoever could clear their side faster wins. Wins what? They forgot to decide.

About an hour into their yard work, Jason uncovered a path with the whipper snipper neither he nor Richard knew was there- as the grass in that area was so overgrown. Just a quaint little concrete path leading through the garden and to an overgrown bench. He decided to start cleaning that up.

Jason cleared away the grass and roots, then got the hose to clear the dirt and an outside broom to sweep away the murky water.

He noticed some detailing in one part of the path, so he dedicated more effort to cleaning up that specific portion, wanting to see what the detailing was.

Imprinted into the pavement long ago, a large hand, with a 'T' carved beneath it. A smaller one with 'M', then a tiny one, smaller than an apple, with 'B' beneath it.

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For the very first time ever since coming to the manor, eight year old Damian asked to sleep in Bruce’s bed during a thunder storm (a normal child activity. Not a normal Damian activity)

Bruce is in his bedclothes and already sitting in bed, Damian is at his bedside asking for permission of entry with those big green eyes.

Bruce doesn’t know that Jason has ever shot Damian (something that happened in the Juni Ba run), and those who do are not aware that Damian has ptsd of that on top of everything else in his mind.

He doesn’t like the thunderstorm. It sounds to close to when Jason put a hole right through his abdomen.

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B: “it’s alright.. how come?” He asks, stroking Damian’s hair and holding him tighter.

D: “they- they sound like gunshots” he buried his face in Bruce’s torso as another crash echoes over the manor.

Bruce raises an eyebrow, slightly confused. “I thought the league didn’t use guns?”

D: “No no, not the league, Jason. Jason uses guns.”

B: “I thought that didn’t affect you?” Bruce asks, still holding his son tightly and rocking him slightly, an attempt to keep him safe and warm.

D: “Jason told me not to tell… he shot me while you were away in Singapore”

B:

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lol I had an awful idea.

There’s a curse in Gotham where no Wayne makes it past 27.

This was a fact from the founding of the city.

Bruce’s great grandfather. Grandfather. Then father.

They all died in some tragic, public way.

The only reason Bruce made it was because he never goes outside lol. Or maybe he did but got Lazarused.

So imagine Bruce being overwhelmingly protective whenever any of the robins are 27, and just mother hen-ing the hell out of them, even if they don’t live in Gotham. He just pops in at random times to make sure they’re still breathing.

Damian had a close call when a patient stole a needle and stabbed him, but it was just saline and he was fine.

Bruce almost cried when Damian told him at dinner.

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Star Trek OC

This is just a sketch of my oc, T'aria. She is a Starfleet doctor. [click for quality ;)]

I have a bunch of backstory and ideas for her, but I won't get into that now ^^ :P I love her very much. (she has a main story, but also a whole lot of AU's lmao) speedpaint below if anyone's interested

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Jay Bae (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

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hehe wiggles >:3

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please 'elp

Can someone please explain to me what exactly is meant by 'Pre' and 'Post-crisis'? I'm confused 😵‍💫😵‍💫 Is the crisis a specific event in canon? of something related to the publishers/comics?

[imaginaryskeleton]

In DC pre- and post-crisis refer to comics published before the Crisis on Infinite Earths event (1985) and after it

Crisis on Infinite Earths was a huge reboot for DC and in-universe it merged the multiverse into one single universe, altering characters' backstories when they combined with other versions of themselves and inserting new characters that weren't there before (as DC bought out other comic publishers like Charlton and added those characters to the new streamlined DC universe)

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Ahh, thank you thank you!!

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please 'elp

Can someone please explain to me what exactly is meant by 'Pre' and 'Post-crisis'? I'm confused 😵‍💫😵‍💫 Is the crisis a specific event in canon? of something related to the publishers/comics?

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"You're a punk rocker, yes you are" *squeezes cheeks and ruffles hair*

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Life is always so fun when Dick visits.

(Jason is twelve, Tim is nine.)

Jason doesn't even know why Richard keeps coming back here, it's always a complete shit show.

Currently, Jason is hiding within the large pantry in the kitchen with Tim. The first hiding spot they could think of when the yelling started. They're hiding from the screaming match between their eldest brother and their adoptive father.

Jason had been promised safety and security when some rich dude took him off the streets.

Bull. Fucking. Shit.

sure, his life was better now in some aspects, but far worse in others. Some things got so much better for him, like how he was actually going to school now-- and enjoying it, too! He always had a decent plate and a full stomach, and not even to mention a consistent and warm roof over his head! but basically everything else... sometimes, it felt like he was still stuck with that bastard of a man who dared to call himself a father. Sometimes, in Bruce's face, he saw flashes of Willis.

In the way he would down a drink after a stressful day, then act all weird. In the way he would yell at him sometimes, for making his own decisions while on patrol, even if nobody got hurt. In the way he made Jason feel just as unloved and uncared for as he felt before.

Sometimes, he felt almost scared he'd throw a bottle or kick him to the ground for looking at him wrong.

And to top it all off, Jason wasn't even allowed to look upset about it. He had to stay strong for his new little brother, for Timmy. Tim is pressed against his side, Jason has one hand gently stroking his arm, while the other has his sleeve bunched around the palm and is pressed against Tim's mouth, to muffle the sobs.

Because Tim had been promised everything Jason had been. stability, attention, love. Sometimes it felt like Jay was the only one to give him any of that.

"Shhh, c'mon, Timmy, it'll be alright." Jason murmurs quietly, not really sure of himself, he just keeps rubbing Tim's arm, silently cursing Dick and Bruce. "Just keep quiet-- Please.."

They were several rooms away, heck, on a different entire floor than them, but their voices were still heard clear as day. Well-- not the specific words being exchanged, but the intent and venom just as comprehensible.

Jason really wishes he hadn't left his headphones on the couch, he had taken them off earlier to play mariokart with Tim, and didn't think to grab them when they ran to the kitchen to hide. Despite needing to keep himself from shaking, Jason knew he could power through. The shrieking is honestly nothing new for him, but Timmy is still fresh meat in the Wayne household, he shouldn't need to deal with this. He shouldn't have to hear this.

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Inspired by this post by @sreppub