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i fuckign queued this and forgot abt it and got scared cuz i thought i was hacked or smth. anyways happy june eleventh
reblog while its still true
wait one fucking second it is June 10th the time police lied to me
Also I’m queueing this for next year too. At the time of writing it is 9:35 am on June 11th
My gender is Homosexula
And they’re all Vlad
Redraws of Sharkitty art and posting it here to let you know I'm alive bye
Real and growing possibility of him dying live on tv and nobody in the room noticing for minutes on end.
Likes charge, reblogs cast.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TECHNOBLADE 🎂 i miss him sm recently
what's wrong with the mirror
batman: what’s the situation?
commissioner gordon: Harley and Ivy have hijacked an AM radio station and taken the employees hostage
batman: what are their demands?
commissioner gordon: they haven’t issued any. they, uh.
batman:
[commisioner gordon turns on the radio]
harley: —you gotta walk away, sweetie. His family sounds completely toxic, if not outright emotionally abusive, and he’s too enmeshed to see it.
caller: no, you’re right. you’re right. I gotta do it.
harley: you got this, honey. now, stay on the line a minute, I’m writing down some the names of some books for you and you can get those from Ivy after we’re done. okay! our next caller —
[commisioner gordon turns off the radio]
batman: what station is this?
commisioner gordon: WGTM.
batman: the one that rebroadcasts rush limbaugh?
commissioner gordon:
batman:
commisioner gordon: you know what, i probably didn’t need to call you for this.
I WOULD PAY MONEY FOR RADIO SHRINK HARLEY OKAY? I WOULD CALL RADIO SHRINK HARLEY OKAY?
“alright, babe, one more reminder that my license was revoked which means i have to tell you this as your friend and not as a mental health professional: you have two options here. one of them is safe, legal, and healthy, and will have lasting long term benefits. the other one is fun.”
reblogging for this extremely accurate addition.
Ivy’s segment is where people call in to ask why their succulent is dying and she yells at them for watering it too much.
oh, VERY good
A few weeks in Selina gets dragged into it, and starts offering advice on caring for cats with special dietary needs and stuff. It inevitably turns into Jackson-Galaxy-esque explinations.
"My cat keeps attacking my feet."
"How often do you play with him?"
"Not as much as I should, but he has a basket of toys right there where he can reach it."
"He wants to play with you. Grab a teaser toy or a laser pointer and go nuts. He'll wear himself out in about fifteen minutes and you can go back to work."
great, now i actively want someone to start a podcast that’s just in-character episodes of batman villain radio shows
You know, I actually think this would make for a really good Killer Croc redemption storyline
Cause the guy's whole deal is him lashing out at society for rejecting him because he has a skin condition (ignoring the cannibalism in certain adaptations), which means radio would be perfect for him. People can't see him, they can only hear him, and I imagine he has a sort of warm scratchy voice that sounds like he chainsmokes and it feels warm like an old wool blanket
Maybe he tells stories, maybe he does interviews, maybe he takes calls, whatever. But he becomes a fixture of late night Gotham, beloved by late shift workers and night owls, and Waylon Jones becomes a household name amongst a decent chunk of Gotham. That way, when he's eventually outed, people stop reacting like "AAH A CROCODILE MAN" and start being like "hey, it's our Waylon!"
I just like the idea of Croc being accepted and even loved by the people of Gotham
Plot twist:
The show is sponsored by Wayne Enterprises.
If you ask Bruce in his billionaire-playboy-philanthropist-idiot persona, he’ll tell you talk radio is the fastest-growing communications segment in the country and you’ll be left wondering how the fuck this man runs a successful business.
If you are one of the select few who knows him in his “also I am Batman” capacity, he’ll tell you overall crime has gone down since the villain-run station has hit the air, and also if Harley Quinn can talk someone out of the early stages of an abusive relationship before he—or worse, the Gotham City Morgue—has to get involved, so much the better.
(Also, Ivy sent him a very nice orchid with very clear, vaguely-threatening care instructions, as a thank-you for the funding. Alfred follows them to the letter, of course.)
Shelving this right next to the one where the Riddler gets a YouTube account and/or escape room business.
It is perfect 😍😍 and Bruce would 100% sponsor it because then he would be able to ensure they stay good and don't use the station for brainwashing without involvement from the police of the Bats.
Just imagining Hatter or someone starts trying to use their portion to mindwash themselves an army and all the other rouges barge in on their segment and pummel them mid-talk. Cause-
"You are not ruining this for us Jeffrey!"
While Penguin or someone has taken over the segment and is providing live singing. And all listening just hear between the lovely singing; yelling, screams from their previous presenter and intermittent punching sounds before the song ends and all the noises seem to have stopped not that the station has muted but because they are all holding their breath.
The most tired sigh is let out before "Hand him over."
Shuffling and pained groans are heard.
Before a muffled "Good singing."
'click'
*cue ad break
Batman at a JL meeting: Now that we have the matter of galactic patrol settled, there are safety concerns to address in terms-
Batman: .... excuse me. *disappears into his cloak*
The JL: ?????
Batman: *reemerging* My apologies. My son is playing Nintendo and asks that you all speak a little quieter. He's trying to decorate his island.
glad to see their testosterone treatments are going well
just realized today we have 2 holidays. happy out of touch thursday and ramen noodle day
Been thinking about their yj98 era angst where Batman wouldn’t let Tim take the mask off and Kon took that SO personally
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 11 (masterpost here)
*as Alfred walks into the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea*
Damian, sitting on the kitchen counter: -I'm just saying it's not uncommon that women eat the placenta after giving birth.
Tim, cross-legged on the floor below, looking up at him pensively: ...did Talia eat her placenta with you?
Damian: ...i don't even know if i had a placenta. i was designed, not born, remember? *notices Alfred* oh. hello Pennyworth.
Tim, glancing over: 'sup.
Alfred, calmly reaching for the kettle, trying to remain positive about the conversation: good afternoon, boys.
Tim, turning back to Damian: are you saying Talia actually chose for you to be like this?
Alfred, confidence instantly wilting: *sternly* Timothy.
Tim, ignoring him completely, grinning up at Damian: you're like her version of macaroni art.
Damian, shooting Tim a half-lidded face of judgement: Jason came up with more creative versions of that insult when he was still zombified by the pit. i hope you're proud of yourself.
Tim, whining: -hey, Jason grew up on the streets, he's fluent in street banter! i think i do pretty well as an isolated rich kid without siblings or friends.
Alfred: *opens the cupboard for tea and. freezes.*
Damian: how come you can use your upbringing as an excuse for how you are but when i do it i'm 'a real issue'?
Tim: *snort* because you use your upbringing as an excuse for killing people.
Alfred, voice weary: ...boys.
Tim and Damian: *look over at him*
Alfred, slowly reaching in and bringing out a large glass jar filled with clear fluid, submerging what is clearly a human organ: do either of you care to explain what this is... and why it's in my tea cupboard?
Damian, swinging his legs: *blinks slowly* oh. that's Timothy's spleen. i won it from my grandfather in a game of online chess and he overnighted it from the compound. *pause* and i put it in the cupboard because Father was here a few minutes ago and he doesn't like looking at our organs.
Tim, head snapping over to Damian and narrowing his eyes suddenly: won it in- you said you snuck over and pulled off some great big fucking heist! you little- *abrupt pause*
*a beat*
Tim: you beat Ra's at chess?
Damian, blankly: mother designs her macaroni art to be good at strategy games.
Alfred: *looking at the jar in abstract horror*
Damian: -anyway, back to the original topic; Timothy. women eat the placenta all the time. how is this different?
Alfred: *whispering* why is his spleen outside his body?
Tim, back to being pensive: i dunno Dames... it might make me sick. i'm suspectable to that now.
Damian: well maybe this will fix that! look, it was already in your body; i don't see how putting it back in there could be bad in any way.
Tim: well yeah- but it's different when the entrance to it going inside being used is my mouth.
Damian, making a face: what do you want me to do then, put it up your ass?
Tim: i don't know why we have to do ANYTHING!
Alfred: *still staring at the jar*
Damian: i'll season it really good, i promise.
Tim, mouth twisting uncertainly: mmm......
*Duke walks in, glancing up from his phone*
Duke: 'sup fuckers. -and Alfred. Alfred isn't a fucker. love you Alfred. what's going on in here?
Tim, bitterly: Damian's trying to peer pressure me into eating my spleen.
*a beat*
Duke: *squints* is it not inside you already?
Tim: *points at jar*
Duke, calmly: ...huh.
*another beat*
Duke, looking down at Tim: what are you waiting for? do it pussy.
Damian: *grins in triumph*
Tim:
Alfred, eyes still not able to be dragged away from the jar: ...i think we need to update your medical records, Master Timothy.
Tim, wrapping his arms around himself on the floor: -and i think i need compensation. i only just got used to having older siblings, and now i have two younger ones. and they both want me to suffer. this is an entirely different ballgame. i'm in danger.
Duke: i'll get the paprika.
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the anime was ok though
bonus:
the "older sibling experience" transfers back to dick
hi all. its linked tomodachi. (my chain + a few ensemble cast members...!)
the Robins (working in Steph and Duke)
look at my bats
Great to know that I’m not the only one making my Miis talk about fighting crime, and Jason calling Tim Replacement 😂