unbelonging:

armed-joy:

everyone needs to stop posting tweet storms. nobody has time for these poor resolution, mile long posts when the meat of it can be reformatted into like, 2 paragraphs. just copy the text into a quote post, attribute the author, and link the source. absolute barbarians.

i logged into tumblr for the first time in like a year just to agree with this post.

stormwaterwitch:

always-a-slut-for-dragons:

Just a reminder that fleeing into the woods to become a bog witch and local cryptid in hopes of escaping life responsibilities is 100% valid.

thank fucking gods

mischiefandspirits:

shieldmaiden19:

unpretty:

unpretty:

GOOD POINT

“22 year old puts on bat costume to punch criminals, has no powers” is hard enough to wrap your head around but throw in “24 year old adopts 12 year old who also punches criminals, has no powers” and that is not something that would ever occur to anyone

like OBVIOUSLY batman must be an older man who knows what he’s doing, and not just some traumatized 20-something accidentally collecting traumatized children

haha wow referring to bruce wayne as a 20-something really puts things in perspective. batman: probably actually younger than joey from friends.

i am enjoying how completely horrified everyone is by this thought

to elaborate on my preferred timeline it goes:

• orphaned at 12 (consistent with how his ptsd manifests)
• tested out of high school and accepted into yale at 16 (because he is an overachieving type a motherfucker who channels his survivor’s guilt into being The Best)
• spends six years at yale getting a jd/mba and using all his free time to travel the world and learn punches
• ready to take over the family biz at 22
• “hello alfred i am back from yale here are all of my fancy degrees ps i’m going to dress like a bat now good luck talking me out of it i’m technically a lawyer now lol”
• TWENTY-TWO YEAR OLD BATMAN. TWENTY-THREE YEAR OLD BATMAN. GOING IT ALONE. IT’S JUST HIM.
• this is probably when he is most nolan-esque because have you ever met a man in his early twenties who thinks it’s his job to save the world
• they’re the fucking worst
• TWENTY-FOUR YEAR OLD BATMAN MEETS A TWELVE YEAR OLD WHO JUST WATCHED HIS PARENTS DIE
• twelve year old mistakenly assumes someone who is 24 is a grownup, no one corrects him
• the fact that either of them survive is a miracle even before you take the night job into account, thank god for alfred or they would probably get scurvy

i told you that just so you would understand how i have justified it when i tell you that this makes Batman during his first year with Robin younger than:

• Joey in season one of Friends
• Everyone in season one of Friends
• Jake Peralta in Brooklyn 99
• Uncle Jesse from Full House
• This guy:

Everything makes sense now.

I always knew Bruce was in his mid 20′s when he took in Dick, but it only now occurred to me while reading this just what that would mean.

shanastoryteller:

listen. listen. you’ll pry indian harry potter and black hermione granger from my cold, dead fingers.

nonasuch:

Today I was thinking about selkies, because my other options were thinking about the upcoming 4 years of clusterfuck or thinking about Westworld, and I already thought about Westworld a lot this week. So: selkies.

I love the idea of selkie stories and all variations thereof, because shapechangers and doomed love stories are both Tropes I Am Into. But today I was thinking about how the selkie stories we hear are, generally, only the ones that ended badly.

So I would like a selkie story that ends happily ever after, I think. One where a guy who is basically decent and good-hearted falls asleep on the beach, because he was allowing himself one evening of self-pity and staring moodily at a bonfire, before he puts on his big-boy pants and deals with being dumped like an adult. 

And he wakes up in the morning, sand in every crevice, vaguely embarrassed with himself because he’s pretty sure at some point last night he was drunk enough to yell at the ocean, and there’s a girl sitting on the big boulder at the edge of the water. Well. not a girl. A grown-up-type-person, same as him.

“Um.” says Our Hero, not sure of how to proceed. Maybe she was here to yell at the ocean about being dumped, too. He doesn’t remember a lot of last night. “Hi?”

This is when he noticed that she isn’t wearing clothes, as such, so much as a fur… thing, sort of wrapped around her. And her long hair is wet. And her eyes are huge and dark. And she’s really very pretty.

“Well?” she says. “You called, and I came. I suppose you’re worth a try. Where are we going?”

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