One of my favorite little things in superbat fanfics is when Clark is fully expecting to have to pull affection out of Bruce like he’s pulling teeth only to come to the conclusion that Bruce’s love language is physical touch.
Like Clark 100% is expecting to have to basically bombard Bruce with his love but it lowkey ends up the other way around.
Like Clark is standing in a sun spot in the manor. Eyes closed just soaking up all the suns energy and he feels Bruce’s arms rap around his waist and lays his head in between Clark’s shoulder blades, and Clark melts
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Clark is talking to Alfred in the kitchen early in the morning and is leaning up against the counter and he hears Bruce’s heart beat before he walks in, and Bruce puts his hand in Clark’s back pocket “16 Candles” style and kisses his cheek and nuzzles his head in Clark’s neck for a few seconds before going to sit down for breakfast. Clark falls a little more and Alfred just looks at them with so much pride and joy because his son is finally happy
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Bruce comes back home after a really rough day from W.E.. He walks into the manor and sees Clark lounging on the couch reading and just collapses onto him and hides in Clark’s chest because he can finally let go of the Brucie persona when he’s in Clark’s arms.
And Clark is so grateful because he knows how hard it is for Bruce to feel safe enough to be vulnerable and he’s so happy that Bruce loves and trusts him so much that he feels he can do it so easily and oh my god someone please stop me I’m actually gonna cry😭
Please recommend me fics like this PLEASE
I think the sky is trying to say something? 🤔 👀 🏳️⚧️
It's so nice being on tumblr because you don't even have to make your own post but people would still follow you anyways if you're good at rebloging posts they like
I'm saying this assertively, but if it sounds "aggressive", I suppose it's just going to have to sound that way.
"Creating Black Characters". It will center Blackness. Period. Physically, historically, politically, emotionally, creatively, symbolically, celebration-ally. This page centers the Black perspective and experience!
I should not- for this has happened multiple times in my life this week- have to enter my own conversation about our experience in this world as a caveat, as a partial mention, a "small piece" of a "larger whole to consider". I shouldn't have to cushion it; I shouldn't have to center someone's feelings to make the often hard truth about said experience (and perhaps their own interaction with it!) "acceptable" to hear. I'm already quite gracious as is, by telling you at all.
If you cannot listen to and learn about Blackness, in a space about Blackness, from a Black person, without feeling offended, that is a likely problem with your perspective, not my delivery.
Don't get me wrong- I am capable of being incorrect and misspeaking. I too work everyday to do better. But sometimes, when I don't talk about other things, it's because that's not what I'm talking about. It's not going to be about everyone else. Sometimes-
Bruce, who has a problem expressing emotions because he was teased for them in school as the "crazy Wayne kid"
Bruce, who used to clutch Alfred at night and wet himself due to his nightmares.
Bruce, who got flashbacks till his mid-twenties everytime he walked down an alley.
Bruce, who would hug a weeping Dick Grayson and stay with him until the night terrors were over, humming a soft lullaby that Bruce's mother sang for him
Bruce, who hardened his mouth and his life to keep the anger in check after Jason, because he knew if he didn't every criminal would pay.
Bruce, who sees Damian chopping up shrubbery and thinks "I was far worse as a child inside, it's a good thing he's letting it out"
Bruce, who can't walk by a homeless child in the street without calling his special Wayne Foundation liaison (who he keeps on speed dial) and asking her to find "one more spot"
Bruce, who sees Selina petting kittens and robbing the rich and thinks "if I could have had a life with her, that would have been nice"
Bruce, who looks at Cass' x-rays and sees her knit bones and swears to god he will break the bones of whoever's responsible for her upbringing
Bruce, who gives Tim projects that he himself can do faster because he sees attention-starved Tim trying to please him
Bruce, who looks at Clark smiling and thinks of what he can buy for his birthday to make him smile just like that.
Bruce to his parents in their graves after not being able to catch a criminal: I'm sorry. I've failed you. I'll try harder.
People who don't know Bruce: why is that man so unfeeling.
Bad DC writers: idk just that way i guess
mwhahaha ok so @allie14f sparked some motivation in me to add into the meme post I did… this one is much funnier /j
Also this is what I was ORIGINALLY gonna post and then I kinda just went all over the place.
The first Wayne family portait
I just wanted to draw baby bruce being a little nuisance 😈 it was just supposed to be a family portrait of the waynes standing in front of gotham bay, showung off the new Wayne tower. I’d like to think Bruce really liked alfred even as a baby\toddler, he was the only person other than his parents whom Bruce would allow to hold him as a kid.
The second set of sketches are of Martha being a kind and gently disney pricess, teaching bruce not to be afraid of birds and other small creatures. Which he’ll remember later on when he’s older and wants to make a new friend.