It’s Easy To Talk About How 17 Was A Fucked Up Age For Tim But Have You Seen Dick?

Sure, boss, I’d still be ya henchman if you was a woim

in my head, all of bruce's adult children reject bruce's money and live like simple bachelors. except for cass, who accepts bruce's money and lives like a simple bachelor and once bought a cup-o-noodles and walmart brand flip flops with her luxury black card.

See sometimes I worry I make Steph into to much of Cass's special person. Then other times I wonder if I make Cass to much into Steph's special person. Then I remember that these two hallucinate eachother and I give up.

And then on the other side of the spectrum it’s just artists finding increasingly unique ways to hide the hands in drawings

nobody warns you that writing makes you obsessed with hands. what are they doing? are they trembling? are they clenched? are they—

fun fact about me, one time in 2019 me and two friends went to gdańsk, got drunk in the apartment, and made a whole fake documentary about a gay vampire and it’s the silliest thing ever. we still quote it regularly. it ends with the camera man getting eaten and the vampire realizing he’s been staying inside and avoiding sunlight for 500 years for no reason because he didn’t know that he’s actually a daylight vampire (???) and then he goes to italy on vacation. I played his unpaid assistant who helped him pick out outfits

To me, Dick Grayson is straight in the way the male English teacher you thought was gay actually has a wife and kids.

Canonically we know that Cass pictures what Steph would tell her in those dire moments where she needs to make sense of her emotions

But what if she pictures Steph in those not-so-dire moments too. Like Steph is just the stopper in all her impulsive thoughts

Cass: *sniffs a bath bomb*

Cass: Ooh. Smells like cupcakes.

Steph's voice in her head: Don't.

Cass: *lifts it to her mouth*

Steph with a metaphorical spray bottle: No! Bad girl! Put that down!

Cass, pouting: Fine.

Yes, I have like 20 random posts in my drafts that I regularly read for no reason.

And no, I will not be posting them anytime soon unless Jesus himself rises from the ground and beats me up until I overcome my very little confidence.

Yes, this is from my drafts.

I understand the appeal of wanting every adult hero to instinctively adopt teenage Peter Parker, but can it really beat the hilarity of acknowledging that at 15 Peter was 5'10", unusually buff, went by a moniker with Man in it, wore a creepy full face mask, and had a tightly guarded secret identity and probably a Queens accent thick enough to have come out of a jello mold, and adult heroes reasonably responded to him by going, “Wow, this grown man is an immature asshole for no reason.”