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MATT MURDOCK LOOKOGRAPHY RATING
(As based on Hotness, Appeal, and Overall Yumminess)
Red Suit Matt Black Suit Matt Lawyer Matt
★★★ ★★★★★ ★★★★
(CRITIC'S CHOICE)
Tuxedo Matt NYPD Shirt Matt Shirtless Matt
★★★★ ★★★★★ ★★★★★
(FAN FAVORITE)
Hoodie Matt Hobo Matt L. Jacket Matt
★★★★ ★★ ★★★★
(STICK'S CHOICE)
HIGHEST RATED: 5★ Black Suit, NYPD Shirt, Shirtless
LOWEST RATED: 2★ Stick Cosplay
CRITICS CONSENSUS: "Matthew Murdock is an absolute ethereal, beautiful, show-stopping, gorgeous human being regardless of his sartorial choices." (Certified HOT at 100%)
AUDIENCE REVIEW: "Matt ur hot af." (Certified Down Bad for this disaster Catholic man)
📷 All taken by twitter user Hanne Zenik 💕Head over to her twitter to see more gorgeous shots of the whole gang in ccon in stuttgart.
Everyone shutup and listen.
Enemies to lovers is about:
The drama
The angst
The extremely complex layers of human nature
The yearning
The realisation
The first ever kiss
The exhilaration that comes afterwards
The “youre not alone” cmon guys this is textbook by now
The hasty kisses afterwards
That erotically intense moment in the story where they have stand off in front of each other, angry and hurt and never breaking eye contact, weapons drawn and pointed to the other ones throat, painfully torn in their decision, breathing and swallowing hard, knowing very well what they have to do but neither of them actually going through with it, stuck forever amidst what they stand for and what they yearn for, knowing that theres such a fine line between wanting to kill the other one and wanting to die for the other one, and that that line is about to be carved (in blood or lust could go either way you don’t know!) by the very weapon that they are now gripping and pointing at potentially the only other being in the world who makes them feel witnessed, needed and truly seen
Healing 🌊
A Comic About How Zuko Got His First Gray Hair (alternatively A Comic in which Aang Yeets a Baby)
This was spawned out of witnessing a humorous exchange between @cablesscutie and @gemgirl28 in which they discussed some steambaby headcanons and how Zuko would probably be over-protective and cautious with the first baby at least. Then Cablesscutie said, “Aang has never had one fear and gets that first steambaby for the first time and Uncle Aang just yeets that child so high and that is the story of how Zuko got his first gray hair” and I was like…. MUST. DRAW. So yes, I did shoehorn my own first Zutara child in there, but really this idea works with any zk baby if you ask me haha I didn’t draw the instance of the gray hair (that has to grow in) but this is certainly the precipitating incident. Were it not for this quote, I myself would probably not use the phrase “yeet” as I am far too elderly, but it was so perfect in this context, so it stayed. The power of Aang: what are his flings into the air but yeets. u.u
You know that point at which you notice a mistake in your drawings, but it’s far too late to change anything… yeah. ANYWAY. I haven’t read any of the Avatar comics, but I’ve seen bits and pieces of Imbalance, and I really like the style, so I took a stab at emulating it. Unfortunately I suck at reverse engineering coloring/painting styles (and get impatient and give up), so alas… is what it is. Comics are hard, coloring is harder… I can’t tell you how long it took me to sort out Katara’s colors… I ultimately decided she doesn’t need to wear red to be a leader of the Fire Nation… I love the Water Tribe aesthetic too much to let it go (I’m sure as Fire Lady, or whatever title she’d be, she’d bring light furs and blues very much into vogue in the Fire Nation).
So Thank you again to cablesscutie and gemgirl28 for their galaxy brain headcanons and for letting me draw it. Also thanks to @neincraff and @kashicanhaz for some help with some of the dialog n.n (Check out all their stuff if you’re looking for great Zutara fanfiction!)
Please do not repost, thanks!
@regulilys on twitter pointed this little crumb out, and how Hermione’s line of sight is on Draco, while he can’t even look at her. I want to D-word, thanks 😭💔
“But in the end, their greatest weapon… is you.”
Emma Watson and Tom Felton, on the set of Harry Potter, 2001
LOOK AT LITTLE SCORPIUS WHAT A CUTIE
“If it fits, I sits”
But Draco secretly loves it. He wouldn’t have it any other way.
Edit: I was a bit exhausted. I forgot to mention that this piece was based on @lumoslyra’s drabble that she wrote for my previous work. She mentioned that Draco always sings nursery rhymes to Scorpius.
Wives v.s. their husbands.
“…the sad part is, that I will probably end up loving you without you for much longer than I loved you when I knew you. Some people might find that strange. But the truth of it is that the amount of love you feel for someone and the impact they have on you as a person, is in no way relative to the amount of time you have known them.”
Even more things Bruce has said to his kids:
“Is that a Metropolis Meteors jersey? You had better burn that, this is a Gotham Knights household”
“We don’t wear Superman shirts in this household … I don’t care if your brother was wearing a Wonder Woman shirt, Diana is awesome.”
“It’s not Alfred’s job to take all 20 of the cereal bowls out of your room, if you ate in the dining room like everyone else this wouldn’t be an issue.”
“Don’t stab your siblings, I’m tired of stitching wounds”
“The next person that breaks a chandelier will be paying for it out of their trust fund!”
“Alfred will be having a cooking workshop for everyone … Yes, it’s mandatory … Cereal is not an acceptable dish to make at every meal … You already know how to cook, so you’ll be helping teach … Yes, I’ll also be there. Alfred said it’s mandatory for everyone”
“If I hear Cardi B blaring from the kitchen at 2 in the morning one more time … I don’t know what I’ll do but I’ll figure it out!”
“Stop drawing on your brother’s face with sharpie. If you’re going to do it at least do it with something that’ll wash off easier.”
“How the hell did you and your brother spend $1000 at McDonalds in one visit?”
“Where did the antique vases form the foyer go?”
“Just because you have a balcony does not make it okay for you to pee off of it! You all have attached bathrooms! You’re killing Alfred’s roses”
“Just because you have a balcony does not mean it’s okay for your Super friends to sneak into the house, they still need my permission to be in Gotham”
“I swear if I catch one more unauthorized Kryptonian in this house I’m bringing out the Kryptonite”
“Why would you do this to me? Do you want me to have a heart attack?!”
“We discussed this. No one was supposed to dress up as a clown this Halloween, why the hell are you all dressed up as a clown?”
“Why did I get a call from you teacher today saying you brought your cat to school?”
“Just because you’re saying it in another language doesn’t mean I don’t know what you’re saying. … Yes I know you just swore in Greek, and Mandarin, and French, and wait which one was that? … Gaelic, I didn’t know you knew that one.”
“Complain about one more thing, child, and I’ll send you to boarding school … I don’t care if your 22, I’ll find a way”
“No, I will not let you start an IV full of coffee just to see if you will survive, drink it like a normal person”
“No, I will not put a fridge in the Batcave. If you want a snack you can go upstairs and get one … I did not say you could call Alfred at get it, go get your own damn snack”
“Where did you find a box of cereal that big?”
“Why is there a car in my study? How did you get that through the front door?”
“Why did I adopt so many children?”
“I love you all, but if you don’t leave me alone I think I might go insane. If that what you want? Do you want to have to drive me at Arkham? No? Then please, I just need an hour.”
“Yes, your makeup looks lovely, I just don’t understand why you’re wearing it … I’m not discriminating … I didn’t say you couldn’t wear the makeup! … You know what, you look beautifully handsome, and your eye lashes are on fleek”
“If you want to prank your brothers you’ll be doing it alone. I will miss you when you die”
#BatsInQuarantine
I am going insane. So I poured my restlessness into one long and very detailed post and got super into it. Please enjoy this hot mess.
The Justice League, being the well-meaning virus-proof Super Friends that they are, took one good look at the news, one good look at their non-powered friends Ollie, Bruce, and their families, and collectively decided that these normal humans must be Protected At All Costs.
Now, keep in mind, Bruce is never one to roll over when it comes to being benched.
However, he understands the importance of social distancing. He knows he needs to set a good example for his kids, and keep up appearances as Gotham’s Most Responsible Multi-Billionaire.
So. Quarantine it is.
But how are his kids handling it?
Dick -
100% on board in the beginning. Gotta do the Responsible Thing. Gotta set a Good Example. Besides, guys, this is gonna be Fun. Quality Family Time is always a Must.
He lasted 2 days.
Then he started to get twitchy.
And as everyone knows? A Trapped Dick Grayson is a Feral Dick Grayson.
He bounces off the walls.
Literally.
“I have to climb.”
“Dick, no.”
“I have to climb everything.”
Has scaled the manor 16 times already. Has climbed the chandelier. The banister. Bruce. The roof. The Cave. Anything in the house that’s been bolted down and especially anything that hasn’t.
Duke found him clinging to the wall 10 ft off the ground like Spiderman and screamed so loud it shattered glass.
Desperate for news of the outside.
He thrives off of it like a starving man.
Was the one to suggest he and Barbara take a break to Social Distance from each other (”Sorry, babe, kissing spreads germs”) and experienced Instant Regret™ approximately 5 minutes after.
The Family has labelled him a Flight Risk Level 1 (Most likely to say f**k it and make a break for the outside world)
Jason -
Accidentally got trapped inside the manor with the others when Bruce called Shutdown. If he had his way, he’d be chilling in his favorite safe-house right now, binging The Witcher with Roy and Artemis, and not worrying about finding a stray brother in his sock drawer.
But he’s nothing if not an opportunist.
The way he sees it, Jason has 3 options:
Self Improvement
Self Isolation (See Duke, Cass, and Damian)
Descension Into Madness (See Dick and Steph)
And, well, he always wanted to try a few things. Now he’s got the free time to do it.
So he settles on baking.
Alfred’s got enough food and raw ingredients stored up to feed an army. (Not because he’s a Panic-Buying-Hoarder in times like these. But because he’s a Panic-Buying-Hoarder all the time. Just try feeding 11+ teenagers sometime.)
Uses recipes he finds off Google.
His first few attempts are, in a word, ‘tragic’.
Alfred slips him a few of his recipe cards, and Jason suddenly starts seeing Results.
Turns out he’s pretty good at this baking thing once he gets the hang of it.
Hope everyone’s okay eating nothing but pie, macaroons, biscuits, and whatever else Jason whips up.
Cause that’s gonna be the only food left by the time he’s done.
Barbara -
Self-quarantined with her dad.
They’ve been binge-watching classic black and white movies together.
It’s a fun time, but she’s started to get a little antsy. Loving her dad and wanting to be around him 24/7 are, understandably, mutually exclusive.
Calls the manor to video-chat every day.
For her sanity just as much as theirs.
Gives everyone little challenges to film on their phones and send in. She makes compilations of everyone’s submissions so they can all watch and laugh together.
Bonus points for Creativity
One comp shows the family trying to drop Mentos into coke bottles.
Dick did a handstand, and dropped his Mento from the second story balcony.
Tim did it wearing the Batman cowl. The soda exploded into his face, and the rest of the video is just Bruce’s Shrieking.
Stephanie tried it, but the bottle tipped. Everyone on camera screamed as the bottle rocketed through the front window.
She spends most of her calls having one-on-one convos with Dick.
They’ve come up with little code phrases so they can be Cheesy even with family members lurking in the background.
She thinks the way he clings to the monitor is cute.
Almost like he’s giving her a hug through the screen.
(It’s easier than letting herself worry about his mental state, at least)
Tim -
Oh this boy.
Freaked out for the first five minutes before he decided ‘hey wait, Bruce is letting me stay in my pajamas all day? Noice.’
Now he’s just vibing.
The rest of his family is Low-Key shielding him.
He Has No Spleen, you see.
Steph: “Someone could cough on him and he could die!”
He just goes about his day, playing Animal Crossing like there’s no tomorrow, tinkering on projects, taking naps, etc. Living his best life.
Meanwhile there’s always someone lurking behind him, keeping watch, keeping him safe.
Dick sneezed within 5 feet of Tim once (the fact that he was on top of the dusty bookshelf Tim was perusing is irrelevant)
Jason still full-body tackled him the second Tim’s back was turned.
No one with any symptoms–
Like, any symptoms. They don’t even have to be Corona-related.
–is allowed within 10 feet of Tim.
Tim has been wandering the manor for weeks, now, without seeing another human being.
(He sees Dick on the ceiling sometimes, but that doesn’t really count)
He’s been trying increasingly drastic pranks and shenanigans to draw someone, anyone, out.
But it doesn’t matter how many times he steals Damian’s sword, or sets fire to Jason’s brownie bites.
Nobody wants to risk it.
Cass -
No one has seen her since quarantine started.
Everyone is approximately 87% sure she’s somewhere in the manor though
Because she does eat the meals Alfred leaves out for her.
Or at least someone does, at any rate.
(Jason and Santa top the running suspects list)
Santa was Steph’s suggestion. For some reason it snowballed.
It’s assumed that Cass misunderstood the meaning of ‘social distancing’ and took it too far.
But no one knows for sure.
She is Tim’s Guardian Angel.
People who so much as clear their throats a little too loudly anywhere near him suddenly wake up on a different floor of the house four hours later.
Duke came closest to spotting her while he was up in the attic.
Either that, or there’s another Creepy Sister everyone forgot to tell him about living up there.
She is silent, and watchful, sticking to the shadows, but she does leave the occasional note out to brighten her siblings’ day.
Things like ‘helo i love u’ and ‘hop u ar ok’ mostly.
She is bound and determined to protect her family from this invisible threat, no matter the cost.
Steph -
Like Dick, she was Super Pumped at first.
(Just kind of showed up at Wayne Manor before quarantine was enacted. The original purpose of her visit is unclear, but regardless, she’s Trapped.)
Also Like Dick, her descent into madness was swift.
She is impossible to pin down.
Not like Cass or Damian, who’ve stayed off the grid, and are therefore Untraceable.
No. She’s impossible to pin down, because she never stops moving.
Switches seamlessly between Zumba on top of the Giant Dinosaur in the Batcave, and furiously knitting Alfred (the Cat) a sweater with a pair of Tim’s used chopsticks.
Braided everyone’s hair while they were asleep.
Even Bruce’s.
She tried to do Tim’s, but somehow blacked out and regained consciousness in the attic.
When she woke up with a scream and a furiously twitching eye, she startled Duke out of his Makeshift Fort he built out of old cardboard boxes and antique furniture. He’s had to resort to finding a new hiding place.
Sometimes, on the rare occasions she does sit still, staring off into the distance, she’ll suddenly start laughing hysterically. This may last between thirty seconds and thirty minutes, depending entirely on how long it’s been since she’s knitted a cat sweater or done cartwheels through every room in the house.
Blew up the greenhouse out back, somehow.
Everyone has agreed not to talk about it.
Some people were built to handle prolonged time inside their homes.
Stephanie Brown is not that way.
Damian -
Damian Wayne Cannot Be Contained.
At least not inside the house.
He took off thirty-six hours into quarantine.
Thanks to the security equipment around the borders of the Wayne Estate, he can’t escape the grounds.
(He’s tried and failed multiple times. Jason and Bruce have a running bet on how many times the perimeter alarms will go off per day.)
(Jason is winning.)
He wanders the grounds with Titus as his only companion.
The two of them run laps, practice drills, and find ways to occupy their time.
No one’s entirely sure what those ways are.
In fact, nobody knows exactly where Damian is at any given time.
Only that he is Out There.
And he’s the best security system Wayne Manor’s ever had.
So far, he’s stopped five groups of civilians scaling the perimeter walls before the lasers and electric nets even have a chance to deploy.
They were trying to break in and steal supplies.
(Even ones they already had in surplus. Like Toilet Paper.)
He’s also stopped Dick from escaping twelve (12) times.
Drags him back by his shirt collar and deposits him on the welcome mat.
Usually with a note for Alfred/Jason, requesting more fruit tarts.
Duke -
Did not leave the attic for two weeks.
Then Steph discovered his hiding spot (read: was dumped there by Cassandra) which forced him to relocate to the basement.
Yes, it turns out Wayne Manor does have a basement.
This was a surprise to Duke, who always thought that the Batcave was Bruce Wayne’s basement.
Alfred keeps him supplied with all the necessities:
i.e. food, magazines, assorted pastries from Jason’s latest batch, usually straight out of the oven.
Duke also snagged the Manor’s Alexa.
She has become a sort of ‘Wilson’ to Duke’s ‘Chuck Noland’.
She is his only comfort. His only ally.
He’s determined to wait out this quarantine, doing his best to avoid the others.
Duke has seen these people under pressure.
He knows exactly what he’s dealing with.
Duke: “Alexa is the only motherf****r in this madhouse I ever respected.”
*offended butler noises from the other room*
Duke: “And also Alfred.”
It’s not who I am underneath, but what I do that defines me.
Nap Time
Hear me out.
When you work the graveyard shift busting baddies and crushing cases, you likely average about two, maybe three hours of sleep a night. At most. There’s only so much time in the day, right? And Timothy Jackson Drake is not the only member of his family who’s dangerously sleep-deprived.
So, upon Alfred’s insistence (and many isolated incidents involving brick walls, hot coffee, shaving cream, and a lack of pants)–
A bargain was struck. Deals were made. Schedules were rearranged. Employers and Teachers were generously bribed.
All for one minor, but critically crucial thing:
Family Nap Time
It was actually Duke who had the idea, to everyone’s surprise. He stepped into the manor one day and witnessed a state of chaos on a scale only achievable by a family of the World’s Greatest Detectives:
Dick had climbed on top of the fridge and curled into a fetal position, clutching a cup of coffee like his very life depended on it.
His eyes were unfocused, staring into the eyes of demons nobody else could see.
Jason was screaming at the toaster in Portuguese and hitting it repeatedly with a whisk. Said toaster was on fire.
Steph was dutifully trying to put out the fire with the extinguisher Alfred always kept within reaching distance of the oven (for obvious reasons).
The only problem? She was nowhere near the toaster.
Instead, she was spraying the potted Ficus on the opposite end of the kitchen, screaming ‘aaaaayyyyyyyyyy’ in complete monotone.
Harper, who’d ‘spent the night’ to catch a quick hour and a half of sleep, was perched, bird-like, on the bar stool at the counter squeezing mustard into her Frosted Flakes. She stared, unblinking, at the bowl.
Whether she thought it was milk, or whether she was perfectly aware of what was in her hand and just didn’t care what she was doing is unclear.
Damian was hugging a struggling Alfred the cat like a teddy bear, and standing with his face in the corner of the room. Unmoving. Just…standing there.
Tim was wearing swim trunks (they were actually Dick’s, and had little yellow rubber duckies on them) and sitting in the kitchen sink. Said sink was running. Tim’s head was tipped back. He stared at the ceiling while water continued to overflow onto the floor.
Cass was nowhere to be seen. At least, at first.
Bruce walked in, wearing nothing but a pair of his best underwear and Selina’s fluffiest bathrobe. He was holding a carton of orange juice. He nodded at Duke, and, as the most lucid of the bunch, said,
“Morning, son. Breakfast?”
He stepped over to the fridge, and Cass was clinging koala-style to his back.
Whether Bruce was aware of this fact was also unclear.
Duke was fine. He operated during the daylight hours, and therefore had the best REM cycle in the family. But still…he had Concerns.
So, collaborating with Alfred (a.k.a. the Only One Anyone Actually Listens To) they came up with Family Nap Time.
The rules are simple:
At exactly 6am EST report to Wayne Manor
Family Nap Time shall take place at least three (3) times per week
Refer to the Family Group Messages for more info
Bring:
Your fluffiest blanket
If you do not have a fluffiest blanket, one will be provided for you
One or more pillow(s)
Body Pillows are Highly Encouraged
(But if necessary, a younger sibling will serve the same purpose)
Fuzzy or Comfy Pajamas (and Socks)
Not required
(But you must be wearing CLOTHES, MASTER JASON)
A raffle shall be had each week to determine who gets to pick the white noise played in the background.
Those who would like to opt out of background noise will be supplied with foam earplugs.
No, Master Timothy, the Bee Movie Script is not adequate white noise.
Master Jason, please take this seriously. Sirens, car horns, and explosions are not conducive to a positive sleep environment. I don’t care if that is what helps you sleep at night, why can’t you be more like Miss Cassandra and select wind chimes or ocean waves?
Everyone shall gather in the living room.
You are free to sleep anywhere you would like
Couches, the rug, by the hearth, all are excellent choices.
No, Master Timothy, you may not sleep in the chimney
Master Dick, the coffee table is an…interesting choice, but–
Miss Brown, please keep your hands to yourself
Especially within view of young Master Damian.
No cellular devices allowed
This means all of you
Yes, ALL of you
Even you Master Bruce, don’t give me that look
The Lights will be dimmed, and the curtains drawn.
This signals that it is time to Sleep
Glowsticks are banned, Miss Brown, I’m sorry.
Everyone must sleep for at least 3 hours, but you are free to stay as long as you would like.
Within reason
We made an exception one time, Master Timothy
But you cannot continue to spend the week on the sofa, no matter how little sleep you’ve gotten this past month.
There’s actual work that needs to be done
Failure to attend shall result in Mandatory Leave from all patrols and other related Vigilante Activity, to allow for the opportunity to sleep on your own time.
Either way, Sleep is a NECESSITY not a SUGGESTION
Needless to say, there’s some bumps in the road, and a few debates to be settled and rules to be tweaked. But all in all? Family Nap Time is a huge hit.
The rest of the heroes in the Super Community are well aware of this practice, as well.
Tim was teased about it at a Titans’ briefing only once. (The other Titans are still attending group therapy.)
Roy negged Jason about it a few times, then stopped once he started to notice how the dark bags under his friend’s eyes started to slowly disappear.
The Birds of Prey pick up the slack while Babs heads over to Wayne Manor to join the siesta festivities (Siestivities?) She always helps Alfred make chamomile tea for the others.
And lastly,
Barry Allen, the poor fool, burst into Wayne Manor one day and shouted something about an emergency in space that the League needed Bruce for, asap!
Twelve heads perked up out of a nest made of pillows, sheets and blankets set up in the living room, glaring daggers
It was at that moment, Barry knew
He. F****d. Up.
All he remembers is the unholy sound of shrieking, fingernails, fists, and being stuffed somewhere dark (the broom closet)
Anything past that? Gonzo.
Wally had to pick him up after Alfred gave the all-clear.
It’s become a sacred, but unspoken, rule for any hero outside of Gotham:
Let the Bats Sleep…or else
Justice League Meeting
Superman: where’s Batman? The meeting was supposed to start 20 minutes ago.
Wonderwoman: could he be in danger?
Green Arrow: someone maybe should call him BEFORE we go into defcon 1
Superman: [calls the bat-line]
Oracle: [answers] this is O. How can I help?
Superman: Hi Oracle. Batman was supposed to be at the tower 20 minutes ago. Do you know where he is?
Oracle: let me check… yeah, he’s at the cave, I can connect you to the security cameras?
Superman: Please.
Oracle: ok.
-The batcave shows up on screen, Bruce and some of the kids present-
Batman: [Mid sentence] -OUTRAGEOUS STUNT!!
Damian: [scowling, arms crossed] -tt-
Batman: Do NOT scoff at me, young man!
Jason: [snorts]
Batman: Are you Laughing?! This is reckless even by YOUR standards Jason!
Jason: yeah… but you said-
Batman: [menacing] What?!
Jason: [looks at Dick and mimes “young man”]
Batman: Don’t look at-
Dick: [loudly and jovially] THERE’S NO NEED TO FEEL DOWN
Batman: Wh-
Steph: I said YOUNG MAN [spins to point at Tim]
Tim: [Fingerguns at Steph] Pick yourself off the ground!
Batman: [floundering] En-
Dick: I said YOUNG MAN
Jason: ‘Cause you’re in a new town!
Duke: [from the locker rooms] There’s no need to be unhappy!
Batman: [to Duke] You’re not even in trouble!
Steph and Tim: YOUNG MAN there’s a place you can go!
Dick: [throws an arm around Jason’s shoulders] I said YOUNG MAN! When you’re short on your dough!
Jason: You can STAY THERE!
Batman: That’s EN-
Dick and Jason: [turn to Damian, grinning expectantly] and I’m sure you will find-!!
Damian: [glaring and without enthusiasm] …many ways to have a good time.
Batman: Don’t-
All the batkids: [chorusing] It’s fun to stay at the B-A-T CAVE
Batman: [finally loses it] WHY???!!
-
Superman: …
Green Arrow: …well someone has to say it.
The Flash: That he should get an award for parenting that lot?
Green Arrow: that clearly inherited behaviour has nothing to do with genetics. I grew up with Bruce Wayne; he deserves every second of this
so….I’ve received an ask a while ago asking if I can make some kind of continuation for the first YJ Jason & Damian pic, where baby Damian wants cuddles when he starts to know Jason better.
But I kinda replied to the ask prematurely and now I can’t remember who sent it. Whoever you were I hope you see this!
Damian: Death row guy. I want the case.
Tim: How do you even know about him? You don't have access to the Batcomputer's mainframe.
Damian: No, but "partypants" does.
Tim: You stole my password?
Damian: Tt, hardly counts as stealing. It's a pretty obvious choice.
Tim: Bruce, it's time to stop treating me like a child. And it's also time to stop feeding us dinosaur-shaped chicken.
Bruce: But you love your dinosaur chicken!
Tim: Yeah...when I was eight.
Jason: We are men now, B.
Dick, playing with his chicken: Rawr!
Charlie Hunnam photographed by Mitchell McCormack for GQ Thailand July 2017 Issue.
those curls...
Christian Bale in Batman Begins (2005)
Nobody:
Brenton Thwaites:
Florence Pugh as Yelena Belova in Black Widow (2020).
Dick Grayson Arm Appreciation Post.