Sometimes I’m like ‘fanfiction Can’t Shock Me Anymore I’m numb To It’ Then I Find This Shit

the sound he makes (via)

this is it. this is the purest photo in existence. reblog for 100 years of good luck

*bored at a Wayne gala*

Tim: Anybody have any game ideas?

Dick: Let's play the question game!

Jason: NO! Do NOT listen to him.

Duke: What's the question game?

Dick: Two people have a conversation but only in questions. The first person to say a normal sentence loses- but couldn't you have figured it out?

Damian: That does not sound difficult.

Jason: He is unnaturally good at this stupid game. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Dick: It's not that bad is it? So who's up first?

Jason: Run away, little pigs. Run away while you still can.

Steph: Could I give it a go?

Dick: I don't know? Could you?

Steph: You're pretty confident aren't you?

Dick: Any reason I shouldn't be?

Steph: Remind me: your old outfit was butt-ugly, right?

Duke: Isn't that a little...personal?

Steph: Quiet, you. Wait, no, hang on-

Jason: Ooooh, sorry, Steph!

Steph: Duke distracted me! That's cheating!

Dick: Would you like a rematch?

Tim: Wait, wait. Let me give this a try.

Dick: You want to try, Tim?

Tim: Why not?

Dick: Let me know when you're ready?

Tim: I'm ready.

Jason: Short and sweet.

Dick: Anyone else? Jason?

Jason: Hell no- I've lost enough of my life to this dumb game.

Dick: What about you, Damian? You want to give this a try?

Damian: Well, wouldn't that be the next logical step?

Dick: Who said this was a logical game?

Damian: Were you the one who told Bruce to limit my animal adoption rates?

Dick: And what if I was?

Damian: Would you not feel betrayed?

Dick: Would you not like me to act in your own interest?

Damian: Is that a real question?

Dick: Is that an incredibly weak response?

*several hours later*

Damian: But have I proved my point?

Dick: Can we agree to disagree?

Duke: Dick, how long is this going to go on for?

Jason: Hours...days. Months doesn't seem unreasonable.

Tim: Speaking from experience?

Jason: You have no idea.

Luffy still not realizing that he is who the Iron Giant is talking to when it is calling him Joyboy is very funny

but it also reinforces the themes surrounding Luffy and the concept of Joyboy and Nika.

Because while Luffy in gear 5 looks similar to how Joyboy has been depicted, he is not literally a reincarnation of Joyboy. He is not the second coming of a god, he is - first and foremost - Monkey D. Luffy, the man who will be King of the Pirates. And him still not acknowledging that he could (even potentially) be the "Joyboy" that the robot is referring to solidifies that.

And what is particularly impressive to me about this thematic throughline, is that it is able to coexist with the belief of characters like Bonney, Kuma, the giants etc. that Luffy is the second coming of Joyboy, of Nika. Because Luffy isn't that. We the audience know that Luffy awakened his devil fruit, and that his resemblance to the Nika and Joyboy of history is because they both had/have the same fruit. We know that Luffy is still Luffy. He has not been possessed by a god (hell, we don't even know if deities actually exist in the would of One Piece, as we have only ever seen the worshipers of them), or by the previous wielder of the fruit. Luffy is still Luffy. If anything, his awakening has amplified who he is, not changed him. And it is in this way that Luffy sort of becomes a Schrodinger's Chosen One.

Because the narrative of One Piece does not present him as a chosen one. He awakened a devil fruit, but not because that was his destiny, or because he knew of some greater prophecy surrounding it. Luffy's actions are for no one but himself and his friends (as in he is not making his decisions with the knowledge of a prophecy, whether it be to fulfil it or avoid it). He is not guided by fate, and anytime we see Luffy follow in the footsteps of another by inheriting their will, it is his own choice. Luffy chose to pursue being the next pirate king, and chose to keep Ace's promise to Tama (and the people of Wano). But certain characters within One Piece do view him as this pre-ordained return of Joyboy. And they are not treated as idiots for this, their faith in the return of their god is treated seriously, and with respect. And their faith IS rewarded, just not necessarily in the way they were expecting. They DO get Joyboy, but not as a reincarnation or a possession, but as a person who can choose to take up the mantle of Joyboy, if he so wishes. And even if he doesn't, Luffy cares enough about freedom (both for himself and others he cares for) that they will still get Joyboy, even if that isn't his name.

if you’re up for it I’d love to hear all your cass & tim head canons

DUDE okay so I've got a lot of them

They've been mistaken for twins until people get a good look at them. This happened a lot when they were younger, Batgirl and Robin, enough that it's a running gag between Dick, Babs and Steph that they refuse to explain to the others. Bruce knows the joke he just pretends he doesn't, and it bothers Damian especially so much

They're twins spiritually. Cut from the same cloth (Bruce's) into different articles of clothing, but from the same cloth nonetheless.

They're all vibes. Literally all vibes.

Cass knows Tim's lame and a loser and everything, but like...that's her little brother. Her amazing, amazing little brother. She won't deny he's a freak and weird and a loser and strange, she knows he is objectively if nothing else, but it's part of what makes him him.

They rarely refer to Bruce as "Bruce" to each other. It's always "him". 'You sound just like him right now.' 'He sent you didn't he?' 'This was his idea, wasn't it.'

Cass told Tim that when she's Batman (when, mind you, not if), Tim can be her partner. Tim was very touched but said he won't be Robin then and he doesn't want to go back to Robin. Cass told him that she never said anything about Robin and that Batman’s only been a girl once so they can change the rules a bit.

Cass is Tim's odd-perfect-skilled-kind-good big sister and Tim is Cass' genius-weird-sweet-good little brother and it's a dynamic so unique to them. They're mirrors, and they're aware of the fact, but haven't put much thought to it except that they are.

Tim talks and thinks a lot, Cass doesn't talk a lot and she's good at detective work when she puts her mind to it, but she rather wouldn't a good percentage of the time. So she lets Tim do it for her when he can because he's good at and likes it, and in return she points out when he's overthinking and catastrophizing and getting too into his own head about stuff and drags him out of it.

They're each other's favorite siblings, hands-down.

Cass gets in Tim's space a lot, physically and into his stuff. Tim has slightly more courtesy about it, but knows she's fine with him in her stuff and space so does so a lot.

They don't always get each other but they love each other and that's enough for them. It makes up for it, to them.

Same haircut! Steph cuts their hair with kitchen scissors in the middle of the night while exhausted and she's the only stylist they accept. She charges only Tim.

These two are autism and audhd solidarity so sometimes they're coninhabiting the same space content, sometimes Tim's talking about everything and anything and Cass is listening, sometimes they're there in complete silence.

They both knew and cared about Batman (either as a figure or as a hero) before Bruce (the man and their dad) so they make the distinction a lot more and a lot clearer than everyone else.

They both want to go to Bludhaven again, keep Dick company and maybe settle down again, but they were so sad the last time they were there that they associate the city with horrible memories.

They're both fashion disasters but Cass wears whatever's most convenient and Tim genuinely think he dresses well. Cass sees nothing wrong with Tim's fashion sense and Tim sees no reason to too say anything about hers, especially since he knows she doesn't care.

One of the running themes in "humans are space orcs" circles is the idea that humans will bond with anything. I can think of plenty of stories of humans making friends with wild animals, alligators, predators, creatures that aliens would immediately recognize as too dangerous for contact. But I was reading a story about two orangutans released back into the wild today and there's a certain element to that story I haven't seen so often: humans will bond with animals regardless of whether the bond is reciprocal.

For every story of a human making friends with some unlikely creature, there are dozens of stories of conservation specialists tranquilizing animals, tending to their wounds or illness, and releasing them because they're too dangerous to handle consciously. Stories of tagging birds of prey and timber wolves and Siberian tigers. Fat Bear Week? Any of those bears would rip your face off without hesitation. But they're round and fluffy and intimidating and beautiful and we love them even though they hate us. We make an effort to protect our monsters, because we love our monsters.

Imagine an alien planet that's experiencing ecological degradation. Their flora is dying, and they can't figure out why. And, offhandedly, in a diplomatic mission, an allied planet mentions that humans have successfully reversed similar devastation on Earth. So they reach out and Earth sends some experts to check it out. And what do they suggest? Reintroducing an apex predator that used to be a scourge against alien settlements. The species still exists in other regions of the planet, but it is slowly disappearing outside of its native habitat.

The aliens are askance. They've told bedtime stories to their young of these creatures: how they tear apart their prey, how they've eaten their organs and rip apart their homes. Some suggest that it's a trick—that the humans are trying to prompt them into destroying themselves.

But there are many alien cultures on this planet, with many different stories and some of them agree. The world watches in anticipation as the humans help their predators. They seek them out, these fearless otherworlders, putting them to sleep and tending their wounds. They keep track of the beasts, not to harm them, but to protect them.

At first the doomsayers' prophecy seems to come true. The predators devour prey animals like a feast, like a slaughter to people who have never been so close to the circle of life. But then, slowly, not over months but over years, comes change. The prey no longer eat the leaves and buds of every tree; some are left to bloom and fall. The refuse rots in the dirt, and the floods cease as the soil grows thick with compost and rotted bone, thick enough to hold water. The shapes of rivers change to protect their surroundings from the rain. The pollinators rebound.

Decades later, other cities and nations begin to accept this human myth of "conservation." Champions arise, alien champions, now, who go into the depths of the wilderness and the seas to protect those predators from the apathy of time.

Not all of them make it. This is something else the humans teach. Sometimes the tranquilizers are not enough. Sometimes the timing is wrong. Sometimes accidents happen. And when they do, the aliens look to humans for an answer for why they should protect these creatures who have killed those they love?

"Because they knew the risks," the humans say. "Because they would be the first to speak to save them. Because they taught you to see the beauty in the wild and you must not close your eyes."

So, despite themselves, they don't.