Happy Birthday Cass 💜💜💜

Scenario where Mr. Mind forgets his voice amplifier and when he stands in front of Billy about to monologue, Billy doesn’t notice him and just steps on Mr. Mind, killing him.

So like a few months later, Billy’s just wondering if Mr. Mind retired cause he hasn’t shown up recently.

I'm really glad that Elvis has made a such a resurgence lately. welcome to tumblr kings :)

absolute bruce giving birth to tiny titans cass

and theres a very good fic based on it!

i drew this before knowing this bruce is a baby faced 24yo, which significantly improves it i think. young dad beam ⚡

I think this perfectly shows what two thirds of Billy Batson-centric fanfics are

Gibving Billy a tummy ache because I have one and it’s lonely in ouchie tummy ville

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Billly: ouwch I have a tummy ache

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Tgis conclides my wonderful fanfiction, I hope you enjoured

With the ides of march fast approaching we must be prepared

Please reblog to make sure everyone is equipped!

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Barda: When will Ted himself…finally show up to the talk? Guy: The final boss. J'onn: You guys know TEDtalks stands for technology, entertainment, and design talks, right? Barda: I will not let Ted hide behind these lies any longer!

No but I seriously can't even fathom how painful Cassandra's existence has to be.

Like, we explore exactly how horrible witnessing death is for Cassandra, she reads the pain and the understanding and the regret on a dying body, she experiences death along with its victim on real time, she is the one human being who will never get desensitized to seeing a person dying, it is even worse for her than for anyone else, and she is surrounded by death

Her entire dedicated rogue's gallery (David Cain, Shiva, the Mad Dog, the Unburied, etc) makes a point of killing any and all by-standers and she always has to see it

Imagine the most traumatic death you have ever seen or heard about, imagine the grief or the disgust you felt when you first came across it, imagine experiencing that at the same time you experience the pain of the dying person and then imagine reliving that memory two, three, ten, twenty times every night and it's always like the first time and you never get used to it, and you'd be imagining a normal Tuesday for Cassandra as Batgirl

It's agonizing, my legs shake just thinking about it, I can't even picture getting up from my bed every morning with that curse over my head. And you're telling me Cassandra, this normal human without powers and with a support network that is lackluster on a good day, not only gets up every morning but lives with it? That she can manage a semblance of normality? How much willpower does it take? I am truly floored by how amazing Cassandra is.