your timeline, from the fracture au :)
hey, i was just wondering if you could possibly make a rough outline of the timeline you use for the events of the batfam? i love your work and id like to get a better idea of when things happened in your timeline, since DC has so many conflicting ones. obviously no rush or anything. and again, i absolutely adore your work, i cant read it in public because i sound like a dying seal when the angst happens!
Hm. Are you talking about the comic timeline? Like the Red Robin timeline or my own? From which au, babe?
Found this on Facebook! BOOST!
Tell Etsy that #ThisIsNotNative
im curious. put in the tags if you have siblings, how many and if you’re an only child, oldest, middle, or youngest. i feel like this tells a ton about you
just because its true doesnt mean you should say it
Therapist: So, tell me about yourself. Why have you decided to go to therapy?
Tim: oh well it was all Bruce's idea. He's really good at picking up on when I'm feeling off. He absolutely insisted I talk to someone and after arguing with him for a bit, I relented.
Therapist: sounds like he really cares about you
Tim: yeah. You think as the good middle, unproblematic child I'd get overlooked, but he doesn't let anything slip by him
Flashback:
Tim [sighing]: sometimes i feel numb inside and nothing brings me joy. Everything i do just makes things worse
Batman, sitting at batcomputer: mhm
Tim [leaning dramatically over the back of a chair]: the days all blur together and i wonder if there's even a point to living. Why bother?
Batman: mhm
Tim [standing directly behind Bruce]: if i disappeared would you even miss me?
Batman: mhm yeah sound great Tim
Tim [resting his head on Bruce's shoulder]: this is a cry for help. I'm very depressed.
Batman: mhm
Jason: oh hey guys! Just dropping by before I go to kill the Penguin
Batman [whirling around]: wHAT?? YOU BETTER NOT-
Tim: oh for fucks sake
ADHD culture is overusing ( ) and — and ; and … in everything you write because you have so many side thoughts that just GO there and wouldn’t make sense anywhere else
New tag game: are you a Too Many (Parenthesis) ADHD, a Too Many — Hyphens — ADHD, a Too; Many; Semicolons; ADHD, or a Too…. Many…. Ellipses… ADHD…?
my fool gremlin ass ran out of sleeping pills last night so now im a w a k e you know? the pharmacy better have ny fucking pills or i will shriek my fragile disabled body was not made for insomnia
[image description: a photo of bernie sanders standing outside in a coat with an edited caption which says “I am once again asking rick riordan to fire viria and make daniel @djarn the official artist for his books]
getting replies on posts is one of the most fun things on this site for me and i just want u all to know u are EXTREMELY welcome to reply to all my posts even if u think its silly or irrelevant or just an emoji i dont care this blog is a talking zone not a silent aesthetic zone
“Our community was hit first. Asian restaurants were empty long before other restaurants. Even on the subway I could sense that racism was on the rise. On television one night there was a story about an elderly man who was collecting aluminum cans, just to survive. He was robbed and taunted. His bags were broken. His cans were strewn all over the street. And he didn’t speak English, so he couldn’t even ask for help. It broke me. Because in his face I could see the faces of all our grandparents. In our culture there is a tradition of: ‘Never speak out. Never ask for help.’ If our elders were suffering, would they even let us know? I decided to call a service organization focusing on Asian elderly, and I asked: ‘How many meals do you need?’ They replied: ‘As many as you can cook.’ We started preparing 200 meals per week in our little 300 square foot apartment. Moonlynn cooks beautifully and efficiently, so she lovingly banned me from the kitchen. But I still wanted to help in some way. So I found a black sharpie, and began to write on the plastic containers. Traditionally our elders are very reserved with their affection. I can still make my father blush just by kissing him on the cheek. But since I grew up in America, I have the privilege of being more direct. I found the traditional Chinese characters for ‘We are thinking of you’ and ‘We love you,’ and I wrote them on every container. I thought it was important to use the word ‘we.’ I never signed our own names. Because I wanted it to feel like a whole bunch of people, an entire community who cared. And before long that’s exactly what it was. We found ten restaurant partners within a half mile who helped us prepare culturally relevant foods. And over the past eighteen months Heart of Dinner has delivered 80,000 meals to our Asian elders. We weren’t able to personally write notes on each one. So we put out a call on Instagram, and 100,000 hand-written notes poured in from all over the world. We told people to go wild. Add as much character as you’d like. There were so many styles, and so many colors. But every note had two things, written in big, bold letters: ‘We are thinking of you.’ And ‘We love you.’”
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