I Will Be Waxing Poetic About The Marauders And All Involved Parties Until The Day I Kick It.

i will be waxing poetic about the marauders and all involved parties until the day i kick it.

"Red Hood's tits or Nightwing's ass" -the greatest thread in the history of batforums, locked by Oracle after 12,239 pages of heated debate,

how do I tell the guy I’m talking too that I will never want him as badly as I want this pipe cleaner with eyes

david bowie’s song ‘life on mars?’ reminds me of lydia martin and i just felt like i needed to tell someone.

i have an itty bitty headcanon for one sirius orion black iii that i’d like to address if that’s cool?

sirius, as he grows up, fears his mother less and less. she’s awful, absolutely abhorrent, and merlin knows that will never change, but what can she do to him that she hasn’t previously? he’s not naïve enough to believe there isn’t a world of pain out there that he hasn’t experienced, but the weathered corner walburga rules is familiar and unchanging. walburga has never been soft in her discipline, and her anger is predictable as he grows.

if he were to face a boggart, he would see himself. not as he is, of course. sirius has shed blood, sweat and an insurmountable number of tears to be exactly who he is and fuck it if he isn’t comfortable in the skin he’s sewn himself. no, his boggart has succumbed to the black family madness, and that is what sirius fears. that he cannot escape his family, and instead becomes another copy, another mindless clone that thrives off pain and fear and chaos. this inheritance is the only truly unmovable force that could drive him to being just another black.

that is what sirius fears. what is to stop him from hurting his true family and his favoured parents and his brothers, if he is descending into the same spiral of insanity that has taken his mother, his cousin and who knows how many other relatives?

sirius knows, and the odds are not in his favour.

this is what sirius fears.

Thinking about the newer bats (Duke, Cass, Steph, Tim) speculating on Jason's age because he looks like a recently divorced 30 y/o but he's younger than Dick, and he acts like a 50 year old man (he still has a Nokia, out of the loop on Internet and pop culture, primarily listens to dad rock), and after they've exhausted all their guesses Dick breezes in, informs them he's like 24, and then leaves.

The bats then have to come to terms with the fact that Jason NINETEEN when he took over the criminal underground.