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@spazzcat
Unmute !
@ruthless-rage literally me 😭
He wants to work but doesn’t want to ruin the music! This is quite nice.
This is like a PDQ Bach album- Marches for outdoor band and improvisational construction equipment.
This is a good example of one of the qualities of being a Himbo
Settle a bet.
Who wins in a fight?
Kronk
Gaston
soooo true bestie
NO ONE GETS THEIR ASS BEAT IN A POLL LIKE GASTON
Based on this tweet!
conversations overheard through the batkid com lines pt 85 (masterpost here)
*wrapper crunching* *straw slurping*
Dick, absently: moon's pretty tonight.
Damian: *grunt of affirmation*
Bruce: don't get too comfortable; we have two hours until the shipment drops, this is just a temporary break.
Dick: *dramatic groan*
Jason: -can you just for once live in the fucking moment? we have burritos. we're all here together. shut the fuck up.
Bruce, bemused: i'm just warning you against getting too bloated before the mission, chum. i don't want you to get an upset stomach.
Damian: he's calling you fat, by the way.
Dick: *snort*
Bruce: i'm not- i'm not calling you-
Jason: you are though, you're fully calling me fat,
Bruce, resigned: Hood,
Tim, suddenly: -you know what i realised earlier?
*a beat*
Dick, laughing slightly: alright, Tim's just- Tim's just in his own world,
Bruce: don't be mean, and we're still on patrol here. no names. what did you realise?
Tim: i was just thinking about how Jason and Dick are the only two of us that had to find out that Bruce was Batman.
Bruce, sighing heavily: names,
Damian, dry: Father there is nobody within fifty feet of us.
Jason, ignoring him: whaddaya mean?
Tim: like. i figured it out myself and knew before i ever became Robin. Damian's known from birth because it wasn't ever a secret in the league; of the official Wayne kids, you two are the only ones that had to actually be told and 'find out'. Dick, you were told after you were taken in, right?
Dick: *humming* actually, he tried to keep it from me at first.
Tim: he did?
Jason: oh that's right. 'cause you were taken in by Bruce Wayne; i was taken in by Batman. you found out Bruce was Batman, i had to find out that Batman was Bruce.
Bruce: was there really much of a difference? and Nightwing, you found out literal days after i brought you home.
Dick: yeah but not because you told me.
Damian: how did you find out?
Dick, dismissive: oh i just watched him walk into his clock and disappear and decided to follow him. he was not that great at hiding. i'm pretty sure he forgot i was in the building.
Bruce: i did not forget you were in the building—you were my ward, Dick, i knew you would have to know about the Batcave eventually.
Tim: how did you react? were you freaked out?
Dick: honestly it was so long ago i barely remember not knowing, my memories are all fuzzy and mixed up. B, do you remember?
*shifting*
Bruce, considering: you were pretty excitable; especially once you realised i was looking into your parents’ murder. i'd been getting worried about you beforehand, because you were starting to act out quite a bit, and Alfred said you didn't seem to have any outlets to let out your anger, so it seemed like a positive opportunity to let you run around a bit.
Dick: yeah, i remember laughing a lot...
Bruce: kind of 'maniacally'.
Jason: *snorts*
Dick: that tracks.
Bruce, humming in interest: to be honest, i think between the two of you, Jaylad had the best reaction.
Jason, confused: i did?
Bruce, bemused: do you not remember what you said?
Jason: no?
Tim: this is something that B found funny? ok see now i'm interested.
Damian: i actually don't know much about how you were acquired by Father.
Jason, snorting: 'acquired'.
Dick, gleeful: fuckin' great story. all round favourite, by far. good memories.
Jason,dryly: you hated me back then.
Dick: times change, littlewing.
Tim: how did the whole reveal thing happen, then?
Bruce: well i took him home pretty much instantly after meeting him, because it was clear that he didn’t have anywhere else to stay, and i guess i… saw a little bit of myself in him.
Tim: aw,
Jason: eugh.
Dick, brightly: s’ a fun way to say you picked up a strange young boy off the street and dragged him to your weird creepy mansion.
Bruce, exasperated: why must you put a perverted spin on everything i do?
Dick: because it’s how i show my love~
Jason: *snickers*
Damian: surely part of the responsibility lies with Jason, for being confronted by an ominous strange man who offered to take him home, and deciding to just go with it.
Jason: oi- don’t you victim blame.
Damian: well why the hell did you agree?? you didn’t know him.
Jason: i dunno. i figured there were three options, one: he’s genuine and i’m about to live out Annie as the main character, two: he thought i was a child hooker and young-Jason was bouta get paid,
Bruce: jesus.
Jason: or three: he’s a child murderer, upon which- listen i was a bit of a delusional child. like, i thought i could steal Batman’s tires. i fully thought if he tried to kill me that i could just kick him in the nuts and then dart off with a great new story to tell people.
Dick, in wonder: you just did not have any sense of self preservation,
Jason: i had self preservation—i was just tired and he caught me on a bad day, so i didn’t give a shit.
Bruce, cutting in: well- whatever the reason, it was one of the best decisions i ever made, so i’m happy it turned out well.
Jason, amused: mhm, mhm, go on.
Bruce: well to get back on topic; i brought you back to the Batcave and we discussed you spending a few nights to see how you felt, and Alfred came down so i could discuss with him how to go about fostering you and you got to meet him, and then after he left you asked me ‘if that was my carer and if Batman was really just a mentally disabled man that kept dressing up and escaping home’.
Dick: *gleeful cackles*
Jason: alright that does- *wheeze* that does ring a bell,
Tim, casual: you are such an asshole, man.
Jason, very happy: i know.
Bruce: after that i had to explain what was above the Batcave, which obviously revealed my identity,
Jason: i was kinda- i mean, i don’t remember specifics, but i was quite calm about it all, wasn’t i? i don’t remember freaking out.
Bruce: you were, but to be fair you’d already gotten in a car with a stranger and let me take you to the cave under my house, so i think if you suddenly then regained the ability to have appropriate reactions to things, that would be concerning.
Jason: …point.
Bruce: do you remember what you said to me after i explained my identity?
Jason: no?
Bruce: …*amused sigh* you calmly listened while i explained, reacted with nothing, and then you just started echoing what i’d told you.
Jason: right…?
Bruce: you told me, ‘so Batman is Bruce Wayne.’ and i said yes,
Dick: mhm,
Bruce: and then you said, ‘and Nightwing is Dick Grayson’,
Jason: yeah.
Bruce: and then you cocked out a hip, pointed up at the entrance to the manor, and you said ‘and i’m guessing Alfred Pennyworth is the Riddler, because ‘he just has a British accent’ my ass, that old bitch was talking in code.’
Tim: *starts laughing*
Jason: …DID I?!?!
Dick: *wheeze* you- you don’t remember?
Jason: NO?!
Bruce, fond: i remember. i told Alfred after you went to bed that night. i told him that was the moment i knew you were gonna be my kid.
Tim: *wheeze* you know- you know Alfred always told me that Jason was the most difficult when he first came to the manor, and i always thought that was weird because everybody else says Dick was way worse. but now- *wheeze*
Damian: -now it makes sense. you made him an enemy after your first interaction.
Jason: I DON’T REMEMBER SAYING THIS?!?! -i mean- *snort* i’ll take credit, that’s fucking funny, but still. did i have that much trouble with his accent!?!
Bruce: i don’t think it was that you couldn’t understand him; Alfred just has a very traditional and olden-style British accent, and you apparently had been friends with a couple modern-British kids that lived in the alley, because you always used to argue with me after Alfred left the room that ‘they didn’t sound like that’.
*a beat*
Bruce: it really used to bug you for some reason.
Dick, cackling: NO I- NO I REMEMBER- I DO REMEMBER- fuck, Jay, do you not remember one of your conspiracy theories back then was that Alfred wasn’t actually British?! you thought he was fucking lying.
Jason: …holy shit i actually do.
Tim: *wheezes* oh my god,
Bruce: you accepted it eventually, but it took you a while to get there with him.
Dick, eager: i don’t wanna- i don’t wanna hear shit from people about me being difficult when i first got taken in; Jason showed up and instantly started fighting with the sixty year old about how his fucking voice sounds,
Jason, laughing incredulously: i mean- i mean it is a very stereotypical old-english accent?!?! i didn’t think those existed anymore.
Damian: and yet your favourite book genre is old english classics?
Bruce: i think that was what got him to drop it, actually. there was an evening where Alfred read a Jane Austen book out loud to him, and afterwards he came into my bedroom to shake me awake and tell me ‘ok i get it now’.
Dick: *loud wheeze*
Tim, struggling not to laugh: -because the matter was just that important, that he had to wake you- *cackles*
Jason, amused: listen- listen this was clearly a point of great stress for young Jason,
Damian: you weren’t stressed about being taken home by a strange man in a bat costume but the guy’s butler’s accent being too theatrical—that freaked you out?
Jason: i- *wheeze*
Bruce: you were a very fun child to have around, Jaylad. i’ll give you that.
Dick: does Alfred agree with that sentiment?
*a beat*
Bruce: he loves you now, that’s all that matters.
Tim and Dick: *lose it*
i love your soulsong au! do eridians only get one soulmate? bc if that’s the case how is erid holding up now that every single eridian with a known soulsong has stopped responding? are they aware that the eridians on the Blip-A died or do they have their own theories as to what happened?
Eridians can have more than one soulsong! Yes! A soulsong can be anything, platonic, romantic, rivals, it's just somebody that gets you, like nobody else. Most people who have a more than one soulsong find that their entire choir sings the same tune.
It's very odd for Rocky and Adrian to only have one other singer in their choir.
As for how Erid is holding up, well that's up for debate, depending on the Eridian.
Olesya: Are you absolutely certain that Grace isn't an engineer? Even just a tiny bit, like a single elective in college or something like that?
Stratt: Oh, Grace certainly isn't an engineer... The Rock Spider from his dreams is.
Olesya: WHAT!?!
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"Dear Journal, I've got more 'information' on the hallucination that lives in my head. He says one thing, but is another. This is pretty typical of a hallucination, but odd for this specific one. He's never lied to me before. He must have grown with me as I aged up. I'll talk more with my doctor at our next appointment."
huh? pompeii? nah dude that song’s so old and overplayed, if the radio station puts that song on one more fucking time I’m gonna—-EH EH OH EH OH EH EH OH EH OH
oh hey this feels like a good time to mention that bastille did a remix of pompeii. with goddamn hans zimmer. listen to this to blow your tits clean off
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TIM 😭🙏
scenarios Alfred Pennyworth has to be a witness to as a resident of Wayne Manor that the batkids have absolutely no shame in front of whatsoever part 23 (masterpost here)
Steph, wandering into the kitchen: hey, Alfie, B says you're doing a grocery shop later today, can i add tampons to the list of stuff for the patrol supplies?
Alfred, glancing over from polishing silverware: of course, Miss Brown. perhaps you'd like to add it to the list on the fridge?
Steph: hm-? oh, yeah, thanks.
Tim, working on his laptop at the kitchen island: the fuck do you need tampons for patrol?
Steph: *squints at him* well i sure as fuck ain't doing it in a pad? do you know how unsafe i would feel?!
Tim, raising an eyebrow: why do you need anything? doesn't it all stop once you start swinging around?
*silence*
Alfred: *pauses, slowly turns his head to stare into the side of Tim's skull*
Steph, calmly: ...what?
Tim: it's like swimming right? you start jumping around and moving a lot and your body recognises that you don't want to bleed, so it stops the flow until you settle down.
Alfred:
Steph:
Steph, keeping her face impressively straight: ...yes. it is- *throat clear* that is why that happens, you're right, it does usually stop on patrol. but- *thinking intensely* i... got a scratch on my thigh... earlier... and it keeps bleeding, has all day. so i'm kinda worried that blood coming out of my thigh will confuse my body, because of- *bites lip* because of the close proximity. and i think it might decide that since my thigh is bleeding that it should just keep all the other flows going as well, so i'm just- i'm just making sure. to be careful.
Alfred: *slowly turns to stare at Steph instead*
Tim:
Tim: ok i guess that makes sense.
Steph, once Tim turns back to his laptop: *gleefully punches the air*
Tim, eyes narrowing: wait,
Steph, the face of innocence: hm?
Tim: how come your body can stop the period blood but not the thigh blood?
Steph: oh. well, that's just a 'me' issue, really. i've never been that good at the whole blood-bending thing.
Alfred: *closes eyes in resignation*
Tim: blood-bending- what?
Steph: blood-bending? the- you know all girls can control their blood flow, right? that's why Avatar only showed women water-benders learning how to blood-bend. because it was already a thing irl.
Tim:
Tim, dubious: ok now you're fucking with me.
Steph, narrowing eyes in confusion: no? dude, i'm being completely serious, did you- how did you not know about this? that's how we control our periods, man. all females have a slight innate ability to bend their own blood. it's just that the extent to which we can varies from person to person and day to day. i've always been kinda weak with it, so i guess that's my bad. Babs has always been pretty good at it, though.
Dick, walking in: 'sup, kiddies. Babs is good at what?
Steph: i was just telling Tim about how all women can blood-bend and that's how they control their periods. can you believe the health education program at his school failed so badly he didn't know?!?
Dick:
Dick:
Dick, turning to Tim: yeah Babs was always really good at it.
Tim: seriously?!!?
Dick, without a hint of humor: 100%. anyway i gotta go, see you guys later.
Steph, perking up: oh, can i get a ride actually? i need a new jacket.
Dick: sure.
Damian, wandering in as Dick and Steph leave: Pennyworth, Jason is requesting he be alerted when you go to the store so he can accompany you.
Alfred, blinking: ...oh- yes, that sounds lovely, i'll be sure to let him know.
Tim, curiously: hey Dami, did you know that women can blood-bend, and that's how they turn off their periods when they go swimming?
Damian:
Damian, plain: you're a fucking idiot.
Can anyone explain wtf is going on here especially a Korean speaker
someone on reddit explained 😭
That is one of the most astronomical fuck up translations I have ever seen.
Rocky fix
guess what i rewatched in the year 2026
send prayers to my friends cause for the past week they've been subjected to my continous crash outs about the later seasons' writing (again)
unshaded w/o background alt:
scenarios Alfred Pennyworth has to be a witness to as a resident of Wayne Manor that the batkids have absolutely no shame in front of whatsoever part 22 (masterpost here)
Alfred, walking past Damian's bedroom at night: *slows, squints through the open door*
Damian: *clearly dressed to go out, buttoning up his shirt*
Alfred: Master Damian?
Damian, calmly: yes, Pennyworth?
Alfred: are you... going out?
Damian: yes, why?
Alfred, narrowing his eyes: i was under the impression that Master Bruce grounded you for the weekend.
Damian, instantly: no, he benched me. he never grounded me, he simply banished me from patrol for a few days. he never specified that i couldn't go out as a civilian.
Alfred:
Alfred: i see. and where, might i ask, do you plan on spending this fine evening out on the town?
Damian: one of my classmates has an older sibling that has gotten us invited to a party on his school's campus. i assure you, i plan on remaining safe and staying away from recreational drugs and heavy drinking.
Alfred: right. and this party doesn't just so happen to be on Gotham University grounds, does it?
*a beat*
Damian: maybe.
Alfred, dryly: the very same party that your father and siblings are currently staking out due to rumours of suspicious rogue activity?
Damian, innocently: well i wouldn't know anything about that, being as i was benched from patrol. i'm simply a young teenager trying to have fun.
Alfred:
Alfred: *sigh* you understand that when your father notices you showing up to his case in nothing but a dress shirt, he will most likely be even more frustrated than if you'd simply snuck out as Robin?
Damian, shrugging: well, my siblings always tell me that i should be more rebellious and teen-like, so i suppose he'll just have to blame them.
Damian: *walks past Alfred, headed down towards the staircase*
Alfred: *silently watches him go*
Alfred:
Alfred, softly to himself: i don't think it's my responsibility to do anything about this. i simply work here.
Alfred:
*distant front door swinging open and shut*
Alfred: he said he would abstain from 'heavy' drinking, not drinking in general, didn't he?
Alfred:
Alfred: he'll be fine.
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original design by @cowboyballads !!! i love this timmy i look at him all the time...had to draw him immediately so shapey...
