Posted : 9 hours ago
tags: #Candid Cass #gif

floki-the-littlest-viking:

nonbinaryanders:

justsomefuckingguy:

captcreate:

odditymall:

The Leatherdos is a hair clip that doubles as a multi-tool that combines 5 different tools in a tiny hair clip: screw-drivers, a wrench, a trolley coin, a ruler, and a cutting edge.

—->http://odditymall.com/leatherdos-is-a-hair-clip-multi-tool

This some of that James Bond shit.

Swiss Army Hairclip

Imagine you get kidnapped or some shit, how useful that might be?

That’s female MacGuyver right there.

Back to Gotham.

jandavolta:

So I came across this ‘fun fact’: the tempo of music can affect one’s heart rate. In other words, our heart rate matches the tempo of the song we’re listening to.

I wonder if Cain ever let Cass listen to any music. He probably used it only as a training tool. It was when Cass joined the batfam that she was truly able to listen to music for her own enjoyment. Tim was the one to discover this, and made a list of song recommendations for her. Bruce was the one who bought Cass her first set of headphones and a new ipod. He told her that fact I mentioned, and encouraged her to sometimes use music as an alternative to meditation, when she’s stressed. 

Ok I made up that headcannon just so I have an excuse to draw Cass feeling her heart beat while listening to this song.

Full resolution here.

Posted : 2 weeks ago
tags: #Cass Captured

aaronnaluzart:

Cass sketch 

Visiting Hours

theblondebat:

cassashadow:

"I heard." Cass wiggles her toes at the thought of all that comfort being brought here. She smiles at the mention of a tent brought in for a sleepover in the already small room. "Too bad." 

She frowns at Steph’s comforting words, not taking them to heart, “I did not.” saving the mother and daughter had been her goal, but ending up in intensive care had never been a part of the plan. ”I wasn’t the target. I made myself…a target.” she tries to explain, redirecting Walter’s attention and anger to herself. 

"I messed up. I won, but." she curls her toes in and out, thinking. If this was the cost of winning, then. Maybe she had to rethink how winning worked. She doesn’t want Steph to sugar coat this.

Steph leans back in the chair and releases Cass’s arm. “You did,” she agrees plainly. “But you won, too. That’s enough. You couldn’t control what Walter’d do, but you fought like hell and you made the right call. I don’t blame you for feeling guilty, though.” Steph shrugs, flashing a half smile. She understands the overwhelming frustration of losing a physical battle, and she knows this isn’t something Cass has had to deal with very often as good as she is. 

"I think if we were ever happy with ourselves after a mission, we’d self-destruct, you know? But the point is, yeah, things didn’t go the way you wanted, but that lady and her daughter are okay, you survived, and we know that dickbag Walter’s game now,” she says. “Big picture? You won. End of story. And you’re going to do better next time. Try not to beat yourself up too much.” She knows it’s a little wishful thinking and a lot easy said than done, that she wouldn’t even take her own advice if the roles were reversed, but she believes it for Cass and it needed to be said.

Steph grabs the cup of ice chips and offers them to Cass, her other hand flipping to the second page of the chart. “Fair warning, Bai and I aren’t letting you push yourself at home and we are not above strapping you to the bed. It’s going to be a crappy few weeks of recuperating and you’re going to be hella sore, but I’m pretty sure Bai’s going to stuff you full of baked goods round the clock, so it’s not all bad,” she adds teasingly. 

Cass gives a small shrug, at Steph’s encouragement. Her postive attitude was always so infectious. If her bedside manor was always like this, all of her patients would fall in love with her as their nurse she thinks. “I’ll try.” and that’s as good a promise as Cass can make for how she’s been feeling. She is feeling sore, losing in a battle like that. Her pride’s been shot.

She takes the ice chips, crunching on them one by one, and sucked on the thicker chips of ice till they thinned for an easier bite. “Bai will make me fat.” she mock complains, grinning slowly. If anything, she was looking forward to recuperating in the comfort of their little home. At least she could see her cat, and know what the weather was like. She might even feel more in the loop on Gotham happenings, between the news stations and listening to her comm. Space wasn’t really Cass’ place, too isolating. 

Peering over at her chart, the one Steph so dutifully was reading through she can’t help but ask, “Is it bad?” she’d always tuned out any of the nurses and their medical babble when they bustled in and out of her room. Plus she had been pretty delirious when Dick checked her in. It was hard to remember everything that had happened here so far. 

Posted : 2 weeks ago
tags: #OOC
Anonymous sent: How many followers do you have? How many people do you follow?

((Numbers really aren’t that big of a deal, but I will say that on Cass’ account I’ve got at least 5 separate tea tumblrs that she follows. Yup.))

Visiting Hours

theblondebat:

cassashadow:

Yellow irises do not remind Cass of home. The smell of her blankets (covered in Olive’s fur), the warmth of the kitchen when Steph was baking, and the crackling static on some of the carpets (left over from Bai) reminded her of home more than any bouquet would. “Aw.” Cass nods with a smile, still thanking Steph for her thoughtfulness. 

Looking down to the end of the bed, she points to the medical chart, “You can look.” 

Steph smiles and says, “Thank you.” She picks up the chart and sits beside Cass on the given hospital chair. “Bai asked if we could bring your stuff from home.” She sets the bouquet a plastic cup she sees on the side table. “You know, a hoodie, your books, some pillows, maybe let us set up a tent in here and make it a sleepover. But they didn’t want to risk infection, you know?” she babbles for the noise, reading through the doctor’s notes.

Every bump, bruise, stitch, and fracture accounted for in such meticulous detail, it both reassured her that Cass would undoubtedly be alright, and angered her that someone had targeted her friend in the first place. The latter was kept on the back burner, however. She looks over Cass’s face calmly, eyes lingering on a nasty gash near her lip. She’s used to seeing people she loves in bandages, hell, she dug a bullet out of Tim, once. But she’ll never be unaffected. “You did really well out there, you know. We know who we’re after and you cracked the case.” Steph smiles at Cass, giving her arm a light squeeze.

"I heard." Cass wiggles her toes at the thought of all that comfort being brought here. She smiles at the mention of a tent brought in for a sleepover in the already small room. "Too bad." 

She frowns at Steph’s comforting words, not taking them to heart, “I did not.” saving the mother and daughter had been her goal, but ending up in intensive care had never been a part of the plan. ”I wasn’t the target. I made myself…a target.” she tries to explain, redirecting Walter’s attention and anger to herself. 

"I messed up. I won, but." she curls her toes in and out, thinking. If this was the cost of winning, then. Maybe she had to rethink how winning worked. She doesn’t want Steph to sugar coat this.

Posted : 2 weeks ago
tags: #theblondebat
theblondebat replied to your post:
Steph rolls her eyes half heartedly. “No, you’re just peachy.” She eyes the thin blanket covering Cass and she fights the urge to read her medical chart. “I brought these,” she says, remembering the flowers. “Thought they’d remind you of home.”

Yellow irises do not remind Cass of home. The smell of her blankets (covered in Olive’s fur), the warmth of the kitchen when Steph was baking, and the crackling static on some of the carpets (left over from Bai) reminded her of home more than any bouquet would. “Aw.” Cass nods with a smile, still thanking Steph for her thoughtfulness. 

Looking down to the end of the bed, she points to the medical chart, “You can look.”