recently i've been struggling (watching slime scooping videos)
i cannot illustrate how utterly diabolical it is for me to have to experience monthly intense pain when i’m NOT HAVING KIDS. i’m going to forcefully give myself a fukcing uterus-ectomy. coat hanger that bitch.
TEEREHEEEE
the one and only Acro-bat🦇
No bitches?
me
crunch crunch crunch crunch
(“timun” = cucumber)
It's nice when there are parallels between Bruce Wayne and Batman. For instance:
Exhibit A) Bruce Wayne, human disaster
Exhibit B) Batman, bat-human disaster:
Interviewer: so what is your opinion on real-life fanfiction?
Cass: hmm?
Interviewer: fanfiction centering around real people. Such as yourselves.
Tim, grinning: well I mean I've been writing a self-inseet into the Wayne Family fic since I was ten, (it updates on Tuesdays, by the way) so....
Interviewer: blinks
Duke, delighted: whaaattt???
Tim: were you not made aware? I thought everyone knew, and we just weren't talking about it.
Dick: no, no that's definitely just you, Tim. Somehow it does not surprise me, though.
Tim: huh. Well, it's quite popular
TEEHEE
some jasons and damians thats been piling up :]
(and tim and alfred the cat)
I think it’d be so funny if Bruce just refuses to disclose the existence of Robin to the league. He knows it’d take less than a minute for them to form a wicked mock club against him.
Except he just? Carries Robin around. Under that endless void that is his cape. Clark pinches the stress point between his brows. “Batman, is that a child under your cape?”
“No.”
“Bruce I can HEAR his heartbeat.”
“I think the long exposure to kryptonite partially damaged your brain. There is no child here, Clark.”
“He’s literally drinking Barry’s coffee right now.”
“He’s WHAT-“