600 Words. Do It. Write 600 Words. That's A Page And A Bit. The Girl Next To Me Did It In The Third Grade.

Baby Tim Au where everything is the same but Tim is a baby Bruce adopts

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Dick: you adopt younger and younger, Bruce

Bruce, holding baby Tim and gently rocking him in his arms: a nice break from teenagers

Dick: I was a lovely teenager

Bruce: Alfred would beg to differ

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Jason gets revived

Jason: Bruce training babies is an all time low for you

Bruce, letting Tim crawl around on his play mat in the batcave: You can just ask to hold him Jason, you don’t need to try and convince me

Jason: I see..

Jason doesn’t out Tim down for almost three hours

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Alfred enjoys having a baby around, mainly because Tim is such a quiet child. It’s common to see Alfred cleaning the manor with Tim close by quietly watching.

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One day Bruce is called to a justice meeting and is forced to put a baby carrier over his batsuit and bring Tim,

Superman: Can I get a photo? Lois and me had a bet going to see how long it would be until you had a baby

Batman: I’m not even going to respond to that

Wonder Woman: I shall bless him with the gift of this sword.

Batman: that is *not* baby proof.

Green arrow: my friend Bruce-

Batman: meeting over i’m going home.

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Case and point Baby Tim is well loved.

Cadet Echo, to Fives: It's okay to be sad, sometimes we need to let our feelings out, just let yourself be sad.

99: Oh that's so lovely, well done. Why is he crying?

Echo: I hit him.

This. This is the post that I think of any time I have a headache or brain fog and have to write emails to my profs. I always double and triple check. It is because I am very Afraid.

That being said I wrote an entire essay on a bad symptom day. Mind you, this was before I was medicated for my chronic illness and my bad days then were straight-up up room-spinning, brain-bursting, exhausting exercises in defeat. In this case, I turned in my essay. My vision and brain fog were so bad that I couldn't read. I was surprised when I got a bad grade, and when I actually went back and looked I couldn't even be mad at my prof.

Hey students, here’s a pro tip: do not write an email to your prof while you’re seriously sick.

Signed, a person who somehow came up with “dear hello, I am sick and not sure if I’ll be alive to come tomorrow and I’m sorry, best slutantions, [name]”.

On Anakin vs Barriss Offee: I love that it gets Anakin dual-wielding again. He should have done it all the time, it looks so cool with him

SO TRUE actually having a second lightsaber to match his padawan would fix him

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What is this? Disability representation that actually depicts?? Real disability?????

Aka the way I feel after work most days/trying to do things with friends on flare days

Chapter 19

I dont really know what to say, erm enjoy the chapter

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Choice 💚💛❤️ - Life Series

Happy third life anniversary, everyone! 🎉

The song used is Choice by Jack Stauber ^^

Here are some of the still images I used for the vid 🕺

which one of u was going to tell me that tea tastes different if u put it in hot water?

Dick: Do you ever just see something that changes your life? Wally: I saw you. Dick: That is so sweet and nice and totally makes me feel bad about showing you this picture of Damian dressed as a pumpkin.

The Light of Gotham

Headcannon that due to diligently monitoring the Wayne family’s media image, Alfred is chronically online, and as such, is constantly dropping slang into conversation like-

(Over the coms)

Batman: Alfred, what’s the update on the Arkham situation?

Alfred: *Ahem* Unfortunately sir, it is as they say- ‘we’re cooked’

Collective groans from Tim, Dick, and Jason over the coms

Batman: …Huh?

Jason: *muttering* I knew I should’ve stayed outa this one…

Damian: I don’t understand, what are we cooking?

Alfred: It’s giving ‘failure era’, sir-

Dick: Damn it!

Tim: We really are cooked

Damian: What does that -?

Alfred: It’s lowkey not-

Batman: In English Alfred. Please.

Alfred: *Sigh* My apologies, sir. The Joker has escaped.