the holy stuff wont take

Hoodies are in stock too, if, like me, you are in denial about summer. And a bunch of other corvid-licious gear if you want Stuff and Things that are not garments.

You can find my little travelling shop out and about at art markets and oddities expos this summer, starting with my favorite local haunt: the Allentown Night Market on Saturday June 8th. Yes, the Cursed Object Vending Machine will be there for all your trinket and talisman needs.

The guy ever !!!

I’ve had this one Instagram edit stuck in my head for the longest time and since I was doodling last night to keep procrastinating on assignments— boom ✨

Some fanart of your tmnt 2003 fic 'Not Alone'. Words are not my strong point, so hopefully fanart is cool! I'm a huge fan of your writing; the tone, feeling, and characterizations have inspired me to create many times. So thanks, and Happy Birthday!

(I wasn't sure which blog to send it to or if I got the day right, either way, I hope you have a good one!)

Steller’s jay stealing sweetener packets

But Bruce recognises his training in the way he fights. And assumes that Dick took on a side kick without him knowing.

That's now turned against them, because at that point Jason was only going after Bruce.

Or Dick told them to go after Bruce, just to spite him.

Bruce giving Dick the you're being a shit parent speech and Dick is both absolutely confused and resisting the urge to slap him.

Because hyocrite.

Than the Red Hood is revealed to be Jason.

And Dick, after the overwhelming trauma and relief hits him, lights up and gives Bruce the same speech back.

Word for word.

Because, and I'll say it again.

Dick: hi, uh, Red Hood… how are you, buddy? I see you have some anger issues, but you’re doing real good work in Crime Alley… you want a father figure and maybe some therapy?

Jason: fuck you, Batman could never be my father figure!

Dick: I actually meant me :D