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Batfam quotes as things my family has said

Damian: *walks into Tim's room. Turns off all the lights and knocks his water bottle off his dresser. Then walks out*

Dick: Awww... he likes you!

Tim: I hate this fucking family.

H-hey. Hey guys. Do you remember that concept about Cityspeaker!Ratchet and Titan!Drift. Would you mayhaps be interested in reading it as a fic? Because I got just the perfect recommendation for you :D

Palm To Palm by Gemma_Inkyboots

Batfam quotes as things my family has said

Dick: hey, you want to go get Starbucks

Jason: Sur-

*loud footsteps sprinting down the hallway*

Tim: *slides around corner* CoFfEe?!

*silence*

Damian: you need professional help.

Batfam quotes as things my family has said

Jason: Pass me the blueberry jelly

Damian: *picks up jar and scoops the rest of the jelly out onto his eggs*

Damian: sorry, it's all gone

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Jason: you little...

Quick one animatic because it heals me Music: 「 Middle Of The Night 」- Stave remix - 「Amv/Edit 」- || HellFx ||

This is something I’ve been very slowly chipping away at for months. Thought I’d finally post the first few chapters.

This fic focuses really heavily on the relationships between the Autobots, and how they support each other when things are absolutely awful. Very much found family, but also a bit of romance.

NO INCEST. I don’t fuck with that. So, yeah, the twins are main characters but you don’t need to worry about them suddenly kissing or somethin like that.

Hope y’all enjoy :)

Were you the one who made the video of Donnie hugging Leo before bolting up to the kraang? I've been trying to find the video for ages and can't seem to find it 😭 (doesn't help the song is stuck in my head and isn't place it!!)

You mean this one? ',:)

Hands: a batfam drabble

While the eyes may be the window to the soul, but Tim fully believes the hands are more significant. Your hands show your journey, where you've been. Tim familiarized himself with the hands of the people around him.

Damian’s handsp are small. Chubby. But deceptively hardened. Callouses wrap around his little brothers hands, telling of long, laborious days. But those little hands create amazing things. Colorful paintings and sculptures Tim can't even dream up.

Dick has strong hands. His callouses are older. Small scars across his knuckles tell of conflict, fighting. But those strong hands radiate endurance and hope. The strength that only an acrobat can have. Tim knows his strength runs deeper than his hands, it's a bone-deep essential part of his brother.

Jason has scarred hands. Thick ridges criss cross his fingers. Once upon a time those hands had been split open, blood falling onto splintered wood and expensive satin and dirt. Now those hands cook dinner for his family when it's Jason’s turn to host movie night

Cass' hands are dangerous. Lithe and quick. Before you could blink those hands would have you pinned to the ground. They move like a fleeting shadow, but also like a dancing butterfly. Those hands flit about as Cass twirls and dances. They seem to float around her. She looks like a fairy, circled by two bright butterflies.

Tim is not sure what his hands tell. He's not sure he ever wants to discover that. The secrets that are contained with one's hands are special and precious to him. So he hides his hands. Crossed together, behind his back, swaddled in hoodie pockets. No matter what his hands stay hidden, along with the secrets they contain.

@tmntaucompetition speed runs learning an animation program to draw out a hockey game lmao (my hyper fixated insanity cannot be limited by the bounds of ‘possibility’)

My ass is not confident in a win but hey, LETS GO OUT WITH A BANG, VOTE 4 BATTLE SCARS TOMORROW BABYYYYY✨✨

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Battle Scars, MwAH 💗

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