I need every single person to understand how horrible tumblr’s tagging system is
I go into the tag for epilepsy and its all flashing lights. We can’t use our own tag because people without epilepsy fill it up with improper warnings.
Use ‘flashing’ in place of ‘epilepsy’ in your tags. You aren’t warning people of epileptics, you’re warning us of flashing lights. Please please tag properly. Epileptics say this endlessly and constantly and it’s ignored. You are risking lives by doing this.
Here’s proof of what I mean:
Bruce:
Dick:
Dick: what do you have in mind old man, you’re scaring me
Bruce: Wally has children.
Dick:
Dick: I am perfectly aware of that-
Bruce: three kids. Almost old as you were when you started crime fighting.
Dick:
Bruce: I want grandchildren Dick. I want you married. Barry has grandchildren, Diana had grandchildren, Oliver fuckin’ Queen has grandchildren. I better have them before Jon Kent marry.
Dick: Jesus Christ…
idgaf if my parents are disappointed in me I'm not impressed by them either
I do believe I would like to write Superbat fan fiction where the hell do I start chat 💔
This looks so fun!
All done! Thank you for @ing me ^^
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thank you @brekker-by-brekkerr for the tag!! decided add tv bc i'm not a huge movie girlie <3
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My significant other and I have been trapped into another shitty household (cyclical abuse, yay!), and we have nowhere else we can go
(For context: this house is owned by my significant other’s mom(who we pay rent to), and we live with my s/o’s brother(who makes the house a huge mess that we are forced to clean up). Both are manipulative and abusive)
Neither of us can drive (yet, we’re working on getting some money together for a permit)
Neither of us have jobs yet (difficult to get hired when you’re disabled/have unreliable transportation)
We’ve run out of money paying bills, paying rent, and buying groceries for the house (which our roommate has helped himself to, so-)
We’re out of food (our roommate only buys groceries for himself, and helps himself to ours since WE don’t let people go hungry)
We’ve been rationing our food to try and make it last until one of us gets a job, but since only one of us has experience/isn’t disabled we can’t hold our breath.
This isn’t even including the emotional exhaustion of having to constantly be on guard since our roommate is a known liar and theif, and has taken things from our room. We asked permission to install a lock on our door, got the OK, and installed it.
But Now
My s/o’s mom has kicked up a huge fuss and demanded we give our housemate a key (in case the water heater stops working/a fuse is blown, etc.), completely defeating the purpose of the lock.
There was an agreement made before all this that our housemate has to prove he’s responsible enough to live here, and he was given three whole months to do so(he has until the end of June). He has so far trashed the house 4 times, and we have been forced to clean it up.
We need to be able to eat, afford a driver’s permit (& subsequently a driver’s license), and be able to get the hell out of here when the hammer finally drops
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"I'm batman" is just the Bruce's version of nuh uh.
One of my fave lil headcanons (arguably unoriginal) is people outside of Gotham always being surprised at how fucking MASSIVE Batman is because they’ve only ever seen him on the news when he’s fighting The Big Bad or standing next to Superman and/or Wonder Woman who are literally beyond human capabilities of height and muscle.
so obviously, 6’5, impossibly jacked Bruce Wayne looks about 5’10 and lean next to an overpowered alien and their resident Amazonian. Not to say he isn’t still intimidating, however, because even the other two couldn’t hide Bruce’s overwhelming broodiness, but definitely not BIG.
As such, whenever Bruce is on ground control, it’s not uncommon for civilians who were previously running and screaming for their lives to get scooped up by the bat and go for an impromptu grappling hook adventure away from the chaos. Then, as they turn around, overwhelmed with gratitude, they just. Freeze. Hearts stopped. They have to crane their necks to make eye contact with lifeless white lenses. It seems like the shadows curl around their savior and bend to his command. Their mouths go dry and their legs shake in fear without them realizing.
and suddenly, as quickly as he came, Batman vanishes back into the fray, and the civilians have to take a minute to themselves before they start running again to simply process that was short, scrawny Batman. The same Batman that barely reaches Wonder Woman’s chin.
And the worst part? They have to go on GOTHAM chat rooms after to cope because no one else outside of New Jersey believes that Batman is as terrifying as he actually is
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