themandylion:

I decided to go in a different direction with this, so have a ficlet! Many thanks to @spazzterror for the bread pun below. 😀

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He’s hanging out on a roof, having a bite to eat because apparently teenage growth spurts really are an actual thing, when the sound of breaking glass from down below distracts him from his Batman-approved snack. Sighing, Robin wraps up the half-finished granola bar and tucks it into his belt pouch. Figures Gotham’s criminals can’t stop long to let a guy eat, though usually they go for more high-value targets than mom and pop bakeries. Still, mom and pop bakeries have any even harder time dealing with the aftermath of a burglary than heavily-insured jewelry stores,so he better check it out.

Grabbing the bar of a rolled-up awning, Robin swings himself in through the broken window with a cheerful, “Taking an order to go? Let me baguette that for y—what the?” The batarang in his hand clatters to the tile floor, briefly startling an opportunistic cat that’s slinking towards a display of croissants. The grubby teen gathering all the loaves from the basket next to the register, on the other hand, doesn’t even glance up.

“What are you even doing here?” Robin demands, cautiously approaching the older boy. “Last I checked, you were supposed to be…” He hesitates, gulps. “Somewhere else.”

The thief doesn’t respond, just takes a bite from one of the loaves in his arms and moves past Robin like he isn’t even there.

“Hey, no, you can’t just take those,” Robin says, defaulting to doing the job since he’s so far out of his depth with this entire situation. Reach out an arm, he grabs the loaves from the boy.

The reaction is immediate. One moment the boy is relaxed, completely focused on his ill-gotten bread, the next moment, his leg is spinning through the air, nearly catching Robin in the chest as he dodges just in time.

“Look, I know you don’t know me, but you don’t need to—” He breaks off, dancing out of the way of another kick, a punch, a sweep that would have him on his butt just six months ago. Now, he side-steps the sweep only to be felled by the neck chop that follows it up. Robin gasps for breath, knows he isn’t going to win this fight, will lose it and so much more when he fails.

There’s a fist coming straight at his face, sure to be a knockout blow when it connects—only it doesn’t. Behind the whited out lenses of his domino, Robin slowly opens his eyes. The fist is uncurled and the other boy is gently, reverently touching the R shuriken on Robin’s chest.

“Yeah,” Robin says softly. “You remember that, don’t you?”

Still clutching his partially-eaten baguette to his chest, the older boy kneels down next to Robin, stroking the R with his free hand like it’s something magical.

Moving carefully, Robin activates the comm in his ear. “Hey, Batman? I think you better get over here.”

“Something wrong?” is Batman’s immediate reply, sharp and concerned.

“No-o, not wrong,” Robin says slowly, one eye still on the boy touching his chest. “But I just got laid on my butt by a very alive Jason Todd.”

yourownlittlespitfire:

“Cassandra Cain deserves to be the next Batman.”

“But she’s a girl she can’t be Batman she could be Batwoman instead – ”

bellamyblork:

you know what we need to talk about more

first of all we’ve got these four talented and racially diverse ladies with healthy body types singing and dancing to songs about female friendships 

and empowering women

they literally have a song called “cinderella” about not needing a man

and in the movie sequels they travel to spain and india 

where supporting characters have actual character arcs and aren’t just “cultural decoration”

oh look bilingual songs

it doesn’t hurt that the whitney houston produced the first two movies

it’s so important that we had something like the cheetah girls to be primarily targeted towards young girls on disney channel

frownyalfred:

Jason: 

Tim: 

Bruce:

Stephanie:

Duke:

Barbara:

Damian:

Dick: 

BONUS

Clark:

Kate Kane:

grimthetransman:

a-fragile-sort-of-anarchy:

a-fragile-sort-of-anarchy:

Someone told my ex-dad (not a sex thing; he just disowned me) that I’m trans and now he’s threatening to come to work and make a scene, and I know I should be upset, but like. What’s he gonna say exactly? And to whom? Because imagining a haggard and likely shitfaced Pennsylvania construction worker barging through the grocery store like, “HEY!!! THAT BROAD-HIPPED 5’3” EFFEMINATE KID WITH THE CONSPICUOUSLY BIZARRE NAME WHO SPEAKS IN A CARTOONISHLY AFFECTED CARICATURE OF MASCULINITY AIN’T GOT NO DICK!!! YOU GONNA BUY SCRATCH OFF TICKETS FROM SOME KINDA DICKLESS ABOMINATION??“ is wild. What’s it going to accomplish? Or is he gonna call my manager? “HELLO, I’D LIKE TO REPORT A FRAUD IN YOUR DELI DEPARTMENT. THERE IS NOT SAUSAGE AS ADVERTISED.” What the fuck.

Odds are he’s more embarrassed of having a trans ex-kid than I am of being outed at work, so what if I go to his job and tell everyone I’m trans first? What then, coward?

That’s such a power move.

lethal-cuddles:

defect-minus:

lethal-cuddles:

sixaughtfive:

fuqckboi:

guitarbeard:

For a while I’ve seen this recurring phenomena of mecha artists that say they won’t draw furries on their commission info and furry artists that won’t draw mecha on theirs and it’s the absolute funniest thing to me. It makes it look like there’s this huge schism between the two like some serious shit went down ages ago. 

artists have to choose early on whether they can draw mecha or if they can draw furry you can only choose one

Skill trees are bullshit

I wanna see mecha furries

@lethal-cuddles