Alfred: So You Have Twelve Apples And Your Child Asks For Six. What Do You Have?

when i was a kid, a new family moved into our neighborhood. my parents wanted to welcome them, so my dad made a bowl of salsa and went over with my mom to introduce themselves. the husband of the new family was very excited when he got the salsa—he was a professional chef and as such no one ever made food for him because they always assumed he’d think is was bad, just because he was a good cook.

the moral of the story: give your artist friends art! give your writing friends writing! and give your chef friends food! even if they’re “better” at it than you. i can assure you that they’ll love it regardless because it came from you.

when she says she doesn’t send nudes

this trend but with them

SAY NICE THINGS TO PPL

Tim and Damian doodle I did cause I was bored

Im part of the batfandom ofcourse I know all their back stories by heart

Read the full fic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/64409974

‘He’s just a kid, Bruce!’ His brother shouts, voice high and reedy with how unbelievably upset he is. Damian can hear their argument in perfect clarity despite the fact that they’re all the way downstairs, and it somehow leaves him feeling even more isolated than before—as if he were an animal confined to its cage.

‘He’s an assassin, Tim!’ Batman shouts back, and Damian knows deep in his soul that the words will haunt him for the rest of his life. If his own father doesn’t believe him capable of change, then what hope does he really have in being Gotham’s Robin?

Dick Grayson they could never make me hate you <333

One thing I’ve learned as a writer who struggles to finish her projects is that it’s infinitely better to just write something than it is to not write anything at all. Every time I try to circle back to an old story and start worrying about the end result not being perfect, I remind myself that even finishing it poorly will always be better than leaving it uncompleted forever. Besides, I always end up surprising myself with what I create when I just put a little more faith into my abilities.

“What did you do.”