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make way for the most dramatic man ever

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JASON TODD

↳ Batman/Catwoman: The Gotham War - Red Hood, drawn by NIKOLA CIZMESIJA

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for either way you choose you cannot win

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I surely can't be the only one in this

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walking into cazador's lair like

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not ao3 being down for a second time today. what am i supposed to do? go outside….what do you take me for.

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@omnesviaeromamducunt

this is it

sorry not sorry

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not me watching alice in borderland in a row and simping over a 5’6 blonde ass man with manipulation issues, right?

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Me: *silently writing fics*

Angel on my shoulder: Y'know, they don't always have to fuc-

Devil on my shoulder: You underestimate how much of a whore I am.

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Eddie and Dean Winchesters death both don't make sense to me and never will

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I'm sad

UGH

I hate thinking people are attractive because then I get attached

AND THEN THEY DIE

I'm done

I'm DONE

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I really appreciate you ‘fix it fic’ authors. Really doing God’s work there.

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Jason Peter Todd is not a romantic man.

Flowers die too quickly for his liking; most chocolates are far too sweet for his jaded taste buds; he doesn’t see anything significant in anniversaries or birthdays because time doesn’t change the fact that everything eventually comes to an end; declarations of love and devotion don’t mean much to him because he knows how hollow most people’s words are; physical affection, more often than not, makes him feel trapped and restricted.

He is a man made of failures and broken promises, and though the stitching is clumsy and he’s still learning how to wash blood out of cotton, he tries his hardest to make sure he doesn’t fall apart.

Jason Peter Todd will not get down on one knee and declare his undying devotion for you.

Diamonds are far too expense and rarely worth the effort it takes to obtain one; words don’t mean anything in a world that revolves around who can speak the loudest; there’s no point in planning a future with someone when his own has been ripped out of his hands time and time again; a silver band is nothing more than a signal to let others know he has a reason to be careful now, and that just pushes most people to hit harder.

He would never put you at risk for something as fickle as love, but he hopes to protect you with something as strong as complete and utter trust.

Jason Peter Todd doesn’t believe in fate.

He’s cheated death more times than he can count; gods and goddesses are nothing more than temperamental beings hellbent on protecting their fragile egos; he’s spent his entire life proving people wrong with a smile on his face and a middle finger in the air; he despises those who use stars as an excuse to act poorly.

But every time he looks at you, he knows the universe was kind when it created you and it was merciful when it allowed him to exist in the same reality as you.

Jason Peter Todd is far too emotional for his own good.

His body is covered in reminders of the times he was almost good enough; his temper is as volatile as the Joker toxin itself; he feels most at peace with a gun in his hand and a sense of righteous justice wrapped around his broad shoulders; his voice is booming and bombastic as he yells at whoever he feels crossed a line; he’s spent most of his formative years making sure he’ll never have to depend on another person for a purpose in life.

He has been given every reason to shun love and all of the burdens to come with it, and yet he still finds traces of destiny in the palms of your hands as you hold him.

Jason Peter Todd doesn’t waste his time with conformity or formality.

He became everything the Batman couldn’t be; he spits venom at anyone close enough to feel its burn; his enamel are full of words better left unsaid but refuse to be silenced; his patience is as thin as the trip wire he lays out to trap criminals.

But he can’t deny how easy benevolence pours out of him whenever you’re present.

Jason Peter Todd is not a romantic man.

But he does buy you your favorite snacks when he notices you’re running low. He fixes your car when he hears that funny knocking noise you’ve been turning up your music to drown out. He places his head in your lap and asks you to read to him, interjecting his own commentary until sleep wraps around him and it’s too hard to keep his eyes open. He allows you to bandage him when he comes home a bloody mess from his latest stunt. He listens to your late night rambles about conspiracy theories and even offers his own in return. He knows how you prefer your coffee in the morning and makes sure you wake up to a pot full of it no matter how late he climbs through your window.

Jason Peter Todd loves in the opposite way he lives—quietly, subtly, gently, soft around the edges and intense at the core, and, most importantly, consistently.