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Trying to figure out a reasonable age difference for the Robins is like the worst math word problem except you measure the answer with your heart

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I don’t know how to draw them but I started watching Star Trek

#star trek #star trek tos #jim kirk #spock #cool art

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like father like daughter

#awww #cassandra cain #bruce wayne #batman #black bat #batgirl #batfam #dc #<3

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just a couple of besties :D

#cassandra cain #stephanie brown #tim drake #duke thomas #dc #<3

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if you're still taking doodle requests, maybe young justice shenanigans or bart being bart <3

el barto ...

#bart allen #he’s just a little guy #i just wanna hug him #dc impulse #impulse #<3

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BART!!!!!! okay I love your art style in general the colors are soft and pretty without being monotonous and the people always look alive and expressive but god bart is special to me and I love the way you draw him thank you

that's so sweet!! get a little bart sketch

#bart allen #dc impulse #impulse #he’s so cute #<3

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See Grief It's Just Like Glitter

A Lanternfamily One-Shot

Word Count: 1K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: I LIVEEEEEEEEEE! More stories coming when I have the motivation to do them~ Enjoy! -Thorne

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She pushed open the door and led him inside. “Come on in,” she murmured. “It’s a bit of a squeeze compared to the one we had back on the beach, but it should be big enough for the two of us.” Turning, she watched him almost stagger into the apartment, not wasting a moment to sit on the couch. He was so weak and exhausted and, she could barely look at her father. “I’ll see about setting up the storage closet into a makeshift bedroom this weekend, but for now you’ll have to settle for the couch. Okay?”

He looked haggard, unshaven and unkempt, dark circles and bags under his eyes; she chalked it up to partial grief and regret and the other to spending months in a personally subjected imprisonment of a seven by ten cell. “You don’t have to give me that. I don’t deserve it. Any of it.”

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she set her bag down and knelt in front of him, taking his hands in hers. “Dad, you’ve got a grip, okay? This self-induced, ‘I’m a horrible person, please condemn me forever,’ state is going to kill you—again.” She stared at him. “Look, what happened, happened and you can’t change it or go back and pull whatever parasitic thing was inside you, out.” Squeezing his hands, she comforted, “I know you’re hurting and I know that having to face this head-on, the responsibility of your actions, is hard. But you are not alone and trying to convince yourself that no one else cares about you is a goddamn lie and if you don’t get a grip, I’m going to drag your ass all the way to the Watchtower and force you to listen to your friends tell you that they still care. Uncle Barry cares. Uncle Oliver cares. Every one of them cares about you.”

She swallowed thickly, trying to keep her tears at bay as she admonished, “I am your child. I am not supposed to be your caretaker, and you need to find a way to get through this without my constant help. I’m going to do everything I can to help you. If that means driving you to a therapy class, I will, but I’m not going to stand by and let you wallow yourself to death in regret. You will get over this, you will get up, and you will live again, or so help me God, I don’t know what I’m going to do but it’s going to be something.”

They stared at one another, well, she stared at him, and he merely returned hers blankly, like he hadn’t heard a single word she’d said; she let out a heavy sigh and pulled her hands away, yanking her purse off the couch. “I have to go to work.” She tried not to sound so upset, so angry and took a deep breath, calming herself before she added, “There’s leftover teriyaki chicken and lo mein in the refrigerator. Heat it up and eat it if you can manage to keep it down. Drink some water too. I’ll be back around seven with something for dinner.” She was talking even as she was heading for the door, tugging on the sweater, and shoving her feet into the slip-ons, not looking at him as she left.

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She balanced the pizza boxes in one hand, her purse and grocery bag in the other as she shoved her key into the lock and flipped it, pushing the door open with her hip. Greeted by silence, she frowned and looked around the corner wall to see her father curled up on the shitty couch, one of the throws resting over his body. Letting out a sigh of relief, she set the pizza boxes down along with her purse onto the counter and kicked off her shoes. She turned the corner and out of the corner of her eye, she saw the storage closet with the light on; her brows furrowed, and she walked towards it, pushing the door open all the way to see most of the boxes put away, everything nice and neat inside, the little cot set up with a pillow and blanket from the hall closet.

Her eyes widened and she turned the light off, walking quietly back towards her father who she saw more clearly now. He had one arm curled under his head, the other hand resting on his bicep; he still looked tired, but she noticed that he was clean shaven, and he smelled like the overpriced coffee-scrub soap she had in her shower. Her eyes drifted to the empty Tupperware container sitting on the coffee table, an empty glass of what she suspected was water beside it. Her lips wobbled and she couldn’t help but place her hand on his shoulder, squeezing it to keep herself from breaking down in tears; it woke him up though and he blinked blearily, looking at her.

“Huh? What's goin' on? Are you al—” he cut himself off with a yawn. “—right?”

She nodded her head and glanced down at him. “I’m fine, dad.” She smiled. “Are you hungry?”

He shook his head, laying it back down onto his arm. “Not really. I’m more tired than anything.”

No doubt. She thought and squeezed his arm again. “Well, I bought pizza for dinner, so whenever you get hungry, it’ll be in the microwave, okay?”

“Mhm,” he mumbled, starting to drift off again and she felt a pang of bitter-sweetness in her chest.

“I love you, dad,” she whispered, bending down to press a kiss to his temple, pulling the throw back to his chin.

She saw it, the corner of his lip pull up into a soft smile and he murmured, “Love you, Raptor.”

Her heart ached for her father, but it was healing too, and she gently smoothed his hair down before rising from the couch, making her way to the kitchen to eat her piece of dinner in the quiet, and leave the rest for him.

#lanternfamily #hal jordan #hal jordan x daughter!reader #one of my fave stories from one of my fave writers <3

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You like one (1) my little pony post and suddenly it’s your whole dash

#my little pony #how did i get here #and now #how do i get out of this #i haven’t watched this show since i was seven #i don’t wanna block the tag tho cause the redesigns are pretty #i have fallen into the trap of the ponies

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When you’re in a ☀️✨🌸🌷🦋🛼 mood but your homework needs you to be in a 📜💼🏚️⚔️⚰️🪦 mood

#is this relatable #school #i have so much homework

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CASS! and bruce 😁

#cassandra cain #batgirl #<3

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DC stop aging up my favourite characters challenge to “make them more interesting”/“have better storylines” challenge go.

Let Jon Kent be 11. Let him be a kid. Let him be trying to navigate school. Making friends, awkward social situations, discovering who he is outside of Superboy. Let him struggle with trying to balance entering middle school with being a superhero. Let him find the balance between becoming his own person and living up to his parent’s expectations. Let him be Jon Kent, a kid who’s just starting out and finding who he wants to be outside of Superman’s shoes, the ones that are too big for him right now, but will one day fit.

Let Jon Kent live.

#dc #superfam #superboy #jon kent #jonathan kent #dc comics #dc i will fight you #he’s just a little guy #let him be silly #let him be a kid #let him grow up not age up

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clark grounds jonathan from his phone, and promptly receives a message from damian saying.

"Clark,

I am aware of the need for consequence in a child's upbringing. However, Jon and I have important matters to attend to, which you have interrupted by disallowing his use of a mobile device. I do not deem it necessary to inform you of the explicit details of those matters, but you must know that they are of an urgent nature.

May I have you reminded of who carries the Green K on them at all times, and whom that could be fatal to.

Regards, Damian"

bruce actually laughs when clark shows him.

#damian wayne #jon kent #clark kent #bruce wayne

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Bruce has never woken up so fast in his entire life and he's been stabbed in his sleep before.

Commission Info / Kofi

#batman #batfam #damian wayne #bruce wayne #this is so cute

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I think Dami should have like, 30 swords that he rotates every night like they're outfits.

"Pennyworth, my sword. No, not- I used the saber last week, I can't- Yes, the zweihander will suffice."

#damian wayne #batfam #dc #robin

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"Me booping my mutuals-" no. That's not enough. I am booping literally everyone I see on here with the boop button beside their name, mutual or not. There is no escaping. I will find all of you

#boop #boop-o-meter #booping

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I recommend reading Dick and Damian’s Batman and Robin run. They didn’t like each other from the start! They had to work on learning and trusting each other and that’s what makes their relationship so special now. Sorry this isn’t meant to argue with you, but if you like characters that dislike each other from the beginning but grow past that, then that’s exactly what the Dick and Damian relationship is.

Hey man, it’s all good! Even if you were to argue with me, if you were still respectful, I could handle it.

I think that Damian and Dick need to be like Nani and Lilo from Lilo and Stitch. Someone said it in the tags yesterday and I completely agree. Like Nani and Lilo are both struggling with the loss of their parents. Nani has to work her ass off not only to make a living, but to also prove that she’s capable of taking care of Lilo. And Lilo herself is acting out because she lost her parents, which causes Nani more stress. That’s the kinda vibe I’m looking for with Dick and Damian. Like, Dick absolutely struggling because he’s the oldest and wants to care for everyone because that’s what Bruce would have wanted, but also grieving for the third parent he’s lost. This got really long but oh well lol

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♡ Steph & Cass ♡

#stephanie brown #cassandra cain #batgirl #dc #cool art