There's room for hope.
candid-appetite:

Mornings are just so much better when chocolate and ice cream are involved. Dark Chocolate Zucchini Cake Waffles are up on the blog today! 

candid-appetite:

Mornings are just so much better when chocolate and ice cream are involved. Dark Chocolate Zucchini Cake Waffles are up on the blog today! 

evinist:

Nightwing had enough of you two dramatic duo.


Catwoman #34

Catwoman #34


Batman 12 cent Adventure

Batman 12 cent Adventure


Batman 12 cent Adventure

Batman 12 cent Adventure

Young the Giant - My Body
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jamsoftheday:

My Body tells me no, but I won’t quit
Cause I want more, cause I want more

psuedofolio:

Team Batgirls (almost wallpaper size)
Picture links to my patreon. It’s the first “request” done after opening up the option to my patrons to request drawings. It’s not a mandatory thing, but requests that have a lot of people backing it or really catch my attention may get drawn. Maybe not always to this quality though…
Still, lots of fun to draw.

psuedofolio:

Team Batgirls (almost wallpaper size)

Picture links to my patreon. It’s the first “request” done after opening up the option to my patrons to request drawings. It’s not a mandatory thing, but requests that have a lot of people backing it or really catch my attention may get drawn. Maybe not always to this quality though…

Still, lots of fun to draw.

thelostredhood:

Yeah, that might not be for me. I don’t mind sweet stuff once in a while, but it’s not really my thing. Espresso shots aren’t bad. Sometimes I’ll have on in the morning if coffee doesn’t quite wake me up enough.

Nearly as intimidating as you is pretty good for me. Dunno about being a good hugger… don’t really hug people all that often.

Maybe I should let you make us coffee sometime, you definitely sound like you know what’s what. I could use a more “adult” coffee pallet anyway, since all they have at hospitals sometimes is black coffee and maybe some sweeteners. Does dark roast mean it’s a stronger coffee?

Well, you know the easy fix to that, right? *grins widely and spreads her arms, making grabby hands in the air at him* Practice makes perfect, you know?

the hunt is on

bleedredrose:

theblondebat:

“HOW DARE YOU? I’LL BREAK EVERY BONE IN YOUR DAMN BODY,” she screams, hot tears streaking down her cheeks as she clicks on Doctor Light’s gloves and fires a beam at Talia’s chest, right at the real Rose’s head. 

Rose, watching Steph’s behavior, progressed from ‘Keep it the fuck down!’ to ‘Who the fuck are you talking to?’ to ‘What the fuck is wrong with you!?’, especially when the blonde girl uses the glove to fire a deathbeam towards Rose, with rage and terror streaking her expression.

Rose manages to somersault away, her panic distilling into rage when she’s sure - she is SO sure - she could see a shadowy figure fleeing the cemetery, while Steph tries to re-aim her glove.  Rose gets a half a second to register her face and she looks crazed.  Is it the glove? she wonders.  It’s the only change that Steph’s made since they got to the cemetery.  Or she could be mind-controlled….now was not the fucking time to be mind-controlled.

"Okay this entire thing is fucking over thanks to you, you stupid cow," Rose sneers at Steph as she draws her swords.  "I’m taking you down and we’re going fucking home."

She lunges at Steph, stabbing one of her swords into the glove itself to immobilize it before she wings her elbow into the side of Steph’s head.

Amidst the flurry, though, Rose hears a voice, suddenly. A little girl’s voice, weak and threadbare.

…help us…please help us…

"What the fuck?" Rose screams.  Rose tries to hit at Steph again, but at the same time, demands,  "Batgirl do you HEAR that? Batgirl!!"

Red. Red. Red. All she sees is red and her blood is positively boiling in her sudden chemical-induced fury, the Mad Hatter’s drug scorching through her system thoroughly. Talia sneers and screams something unintelligible at Steph, but she doesn’t hear it. She swings at the woman with her heavily gloved hand again and again to no avail, and the only thing keeping her grounded to the here and now is the throbbing of her heart rippling to the very edges of her skin. Talia’s arm connects with the side of Steph’s head suddenly and she cries out, hitting the damp ground hard

For a solid five count, there is only a dull ringing and the subdued, logical part of her brain tells her she might have a minor concussion. Blinking her eyes into focus, one second Steph sees Rose’s form on the ground -expression still twisted in that frozen scream of anguish- the next there’s nothing. For a moment it’s Talia in all her fearsome glory leering over Steph’s body, ready to stomp her head into dust, and another slow blink later it’s Rose -alive, very much alive, thank god, please be real, pleasepleaseplease- looking like she would very much like to stomp Steph’s head, too. And that’s disturbingly comforting. 

Groaning, her focus flickers to a shadowy movement in their peripheral and she’s sure it’s the real Talia escaping. Reaching blindly for her belt, Steph fingers a small tracer batarang and rolls onto her belly, giving it a toss at the dark figure. It connects with a thud an a grunt, and even if it doesn’t stay there long, the second tracer meant to release after making contact to clothing should hold.

Her brow breaking into a sweat and the moment of triumph draining as quickly as it came, she squints hard to focus the double vision into reality. That same voice she’d heard earlier, the weak child’s voice fills her head once more, this time clearer and less distorted than a few minutes ago. Was this child real, or were both she and Rose hallucinating? “Rose, if that’s really you,” she says carefully, panting and unable to catch her breath. “Reach into my belt, third compartment from the right, and hit me with my epipen. I need to clear my head. Not that your right hook didn’t.” A sliver of apprehension tamps down the blind anger as she makes the gamble. Either this is Rose and something went wrong, or Steph has just invited Talia al Ghul to kill her.