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I love his tiny hammock
I love that someone out there loves bugs enough to make a tiny bug hammock.
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these screenshots taken from video fanfictions on youtube from 2009 will never not be funny to me
truly a lost art
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Read a fanfic where Tim Drake thinks Bruce ignored his birthday, then on some random day was like, "Happy Birthday, Tim!" And Tim was like, "It's not my birthday...?" And Bruce was like, "Uh, according to your birth certificate it is, though?"
And the birth certificate shows a date with a different month and day than Tim thought was his birthday, and he realized his parents just FORGOT when his birthday was and essentially picked either a random day or a day more convenient for their schedules or a day they could remember better-
Tim, this whole time, had a completely different birthday than what he'd been celebrating his whole life, and he is so MAD. Like no shit his life doesn't make any goddamm sense he's been a fucking Pisces this whole time
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The only adult Dick knows in this manor is Bruce, beside Alfred that now is busy in the kitchen. So, with a ripped Robin cape, little Dick waddles to Bruce in front of the Bat computer.
"Dad– ehm, Batman i need my cape fixed."
Bruce looked at the ripped cape, "go get my sewing kit."
this happened several times til he decided to get rid of the cape in his new costume (yes, the discowing).
years later, Dick comes back to Bruce, who's sitting in front of the Bat computer. he holds Damian's ripped cape.
Dick smiles as he walks to the tired bat, feeling deja vu. he touches his chair, "Dad, i need Dami's cape fixed."
Bruce looked a little surprised, then he's smiling. "you silly," he takes the cape from Dick. "go get my sewing kit."
more years later, Dick gets a seat in front of the Bat computer. he's tired and worn out. taking off the Bat cowl, he looks down to his ripped cape.
"Dad, i.. need your cape fixed.." he sighs in between the silences, "... I'll go get your sewing kit."
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[I was born stupid. But I will not die hungry!]
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Jason: "So what--"
Dick: "Shh."
Jason, taking his eyes off the road: "The fuck? Don't shush me."
Dick, gesturing: "Dami's asleep back there, you idiot."
Jason: "No way." *turns head* "Jeez."
Dick: "Case must've tired him out."
Jason: "He looks so innocent and childlike. I almost can't believe it."
Damian, putting his hands over Jason's eyes: "Trust your instincts next time. That was a test."
*car serves wildly, Jason and Dick start screaming*
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The demand for more f/f fic (written by people who aren't turned on by it) has been going on online for decades. In the LiveJournal days, writing and reading f/f was called "eating your vegetables." You weren't supposed to like it, but it was morally suspect if you didn't do it. Like, callout posts would be made for fic writers who had never written f/f.
Obviously, this strategy worked very well to encourage f/f fics, and everyone was happy forever.
That's hilarious actually. Wildly superficial engagement with text, treated as a solemn duty.
The ask wasn't joking?
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Also I love the derogatory slang term for this more general phenomenon, "dutyfic"
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they’re opening up a new sister store in a different province and they asked me to do some email correspondence with my joint health and safety counterpart out there to help him get set up and run the team, but they warned me before hand that he was “notoriously difficult” so i was absolutely dreading this thinking “shit, he’s gonna be one of those guys who thinks taking direction is an insult to his masculinity and he’s gonna be rude and suck”
but it turns out he’s just really autistic and needs super clear direction + he writes his emails like a 1911 telegram. i LOVE this guy. i’ve never worked with someone who wrote so clearly and in such detail, and absorbs everything i say. plus whenever he gets an email he responds immediately with “received. response to follow. thank you.” top 10 coworkers of all time. top 5 even.
„Difficult“ the man is literally the only son of a bitch on the planet communicating fucking properly
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trying to break into the furry scene what do you guys think of my newest ocs
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Bruce has a strict 'no metas/powers (except duke) allowed in Gotham' policy in place but it has a clause, BYOR (Bring Your Own Robin)
No one is allowed entry untill and unless they can produce their very own certified robin-shaped identity card
Whenever someone with even a hint of supernatural powers in them arrives at Gotham, they're first met with Bruce standing at the city border with a notepad in hand
Bruce: State your name and purpose.
Kon: Kon-el, here to hangout!
Bruce: Your Robin?
Kon, flourishing Tim from behind him: Ta-Da!
Tim, waves: Hey Bruce
Bruce: Approved, you may enter
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Bruce: Name and purpose?
Hal: Here to investigate a case, Hal Jordan
Bruce: Your Robin?
Hal: I.... don't have one?
Bruce: Denied
Hal: What?! But-
Bruce: Denied.
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Bruce: Yes, Wally, where's your robin?
Wally: Oh shit lemme just- *zaps away and returns with Dick, who was in the midst of brushing his teeth, in a bridal carry*- Here!
Bruce, grumbling a little: Fine. Approved.
Dick: You gotta stop using me as a key already, man
Wally: Blame Bruce.
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Bruce: Name and purpose?
Clark: Clark Kent, here for our monthly barbecue
Bruce: Robin?
Clark, producing an actual robin bird: Does this count?
Bruce:.....yes
Did you make Batman into border patrol?!?! Specifically the Canadian border Patrol cause they don't actually make me want to kms.
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