Billy, Talking To A War Criminal Like Mr Mind: “Hey! Can You Please Stop That?”

With the ides of march fast approaching we must be prepared

Please reblog to make sure everyone is equipped!

Billy, whose parents died from being crushed by rocks in a buried tomb, watching as the wizard is killed by a massive rock falling onto him: oh…

I only ever want to hear that sentence in this context

Vote for who would win in a fight to the death!

Headcanon that Billy doesn’t say “I swear to god” or any variation of that cause if he says that and then breaks the promise, the gods in his head won’t stop nagging him about it until he fixes it

VOTE CASS GUYS!

She was completely mute and didn’t understand any type of language (spoken or otherwise) for the first 17 years of her life! She has extreme dyslexia and a whole bunch of mental shit going on as all the Bats do!!!!

She also has autistic traits!!

I know we're all caught up in the euphoria of Tate Brombal's Batgirl run but I unfortunately have to remind you that at this very moment Tom King is giving us some of the most dogshit Lady Shiva writing ever.

Seriously, what is this? She wouldn't say that. You can tell this man has no respect for her characterisation in The Question (1987).

Future Freddy after getting powers, spinning in the air: “bILLY heLP!”

Billy: “NUH UH, THIS IS PAY BACK!!!”

Freddy: “aaaAAAAaAAHHH”

Billy hasn’t quiteeee mastered flying in his regular human form yet☁️

(Continuation of my last post ⬇️)

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AXE

What if Billy kept some of his powers in his human form? ⚡️

red string of fate but on the other end is a worm on a string

So long as Cassandra Cain yet lives and breathes there's nobody in the world who has to go without at least one person out there who would never give up on them no matter what even if they'll never know it and I just think that's beautiful.

Through gaps in my bounds, for what's forbidden tastes so divine an itch creeps on my fingers. Scratching through the prickliness, the crimson liquid seeping through the wounds, I continue to feed into the itchiness, dried flakes of my skin spreading through the air like dust. Here is by my divine punishment for eating my forbidden fruits.