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[beachblu3s]

Me reading the spoilers for tbhk chapters 70 & 71

[scary-terryy]

Sometimes I’ll just be going about my day, doing the usual which y’know who knows what that even is and then suddenly my brain goes “hey remember Janner? Let’s be sad about Janner” and then I can’t think about anything else :))

[dented-nado]

67 for aNgsT

[[ Ya got yourself some Angst Rach. I made myself very sad witlh this so fkjsalkfjlaksj Im going to need some hardcore fluff injections]]67: “This is where I belong”Small warning for self-destructive talk/behaviorSome people liked to say Batman was never unprepared, he’d always pull through, figure it out. He had a contingency plan for every member of the Justice League, even his own family, if any of them were to go rogue or fall under mind control.

He’d figure it out.

Because he’s Batman.

Simple as that.

Some were sure Batman’s only weakness was being human, and even then, the most powerful members of the League knew perfectly well Batman had a damn good chance of taking them down if he really wanted to.

Only a few knew how wrong that was. Only a few knew Batman’s true, ultimate weakness… the thing that would guarantee bring him to his knees, subdue him beyond all recovery, stop him from fighting another day…

...was Batman himself.

Because Batman was able to torture Bruce better and more frequently than anyone else. Batman could starve him, keep him up all night, have him end up bruised, battered, bleeding, and still never feel like what he did was good enough.

Always had to be better, had to get up, had to keep going.

Keep trying keep trying, don’t stop even for a second or you’ll let them down. How could you fight the thing that also kept you safe? Fight what was keeping you alive while also locking you off from being close to anyone else? How could you fight something that felt like it was a driving force towards a greater good?

Even if that meant destroying yourself in the process.Because deep down, he felt like he didn’t deserve to have a life. That was why Batman could destroy him.

Because Batman was always ready and willing to tear himself apart, become nothing more than ash in the wind.

Alone, in the dark, unloved, feared.

“This is where I belong.” He told himself as he lurked in the shadows.

Prepared to take another bullet, break another bone, go home cold, tired, and hungry if he came home at all. “Do it for them… do it for them… don’t fail.”

All for the greater good…. right? That’s why Batman was his own worst enemy, because he alone can torture himself and bar himself off from the connection to others he desperately needed and wanted… and still justify it at the end of the day.

Even if it meant hurting himself and those around him who love him.

[sonqmingi]

the number of fancams for mingi is so low... 😣😣😣

[hybridjonas-blog]

Text: ❤️

Jonas: Sophie, we need to talk.

Jonas: it's.. important.

[ussbones]

i want to get the ongoing black widow and hawkeye comics but i have no money

[misforgotten2]

My favorite cut is “Grandma of Got Run Over By a Firestone Wide Oval Radial.”

The Saturday Evening Post   November 21, 1964

[dathmirson]

right in the guts . @savaaged​​ : “If you’d just leave me alone, that’d be great.” /from savaaged 🥺🥺

“   savage . . .   ”     name  is  exhaled  quietly  into  the  heavy  air .     there’s  a  crease  upon  his  brow ,     pupils  flickering  with  uncertainty  as  sight  rests  on  the  freshly  damaged  horn  atop  the  larger  zabrak’s  head .     𝙣𝙤𝙩  𝙘𝙪𝙩  𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣  𝙖𝙨  𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩  𝙖𝙨  𝙖  𝙛𝙚𝙬  𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 ,     but  the  tip  is  missing .     a  result  of  their  training .     though  not  really  an  accident .   rather -----     𝚊  𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 - 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍  𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 ,    𝚖𝚢  𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛  𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 .     an  old  voice  calls  somewhere  from  a  corner  of  his  mind  he’d  tried  to  lock  away .     but  it  is  not .     so  present  instead .     it  whispers  to  him ,     𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜   𝚑𝚒𝚜   𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜   𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑   𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎   𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗   𝚑𝚎   𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 .     and  it  steadies  his  voice  when  he  speaks  again ,     now  glaring  at  his  brother .     “   𝐢𝐭  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐚  𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧  𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝  𝐭𝐨  𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 .   ”     lips  form  a  thin  line ,     there’s  no  room  for  arguing  in  his  guarded  eyes  anymore .     but  somewhere  deep  inside  his  hearts  it  aches  to  say  it .     “   don’t  act  like  a  child  about  it .    ”