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Had a dream where I walked outside in a foggy rainstorm and death whistled to summon something. A fleshy colored, gaunt deer approached soon after and I went back inside. When it came up to the door and I looked out the window, it was staring at me. It had expected me to do that.

I woke up and the coyotes outside were laughing. I turned around so I didn't face the dark abyss of my open window.

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I need in my life Tim Drake who does rely on adults but really only one and Bruce is jealous as fuck about it.

"Tim where's your spleen, why haven't you told anyone about this"

"I told Dick what you talking about"

"Tim you played baseball in our space why didn't you call for backup"

"I called Dick"

Why didn't you tell us you were bisexual"

"Dicks known for years? Wym?"

You see my vision Bruce, Alfred, Jack Drake I need these adults pushing for Tim to talk to them or ask for help and this boy to just constantly be like Dick knows, I called Dick, why would I call you.

Dick's sitting pretty knowing everything not surprised by a single fact because if it's the stupidest thing or the most important guess what Tim called him.

The man knows and sees all because Tim heard once that you tell a trusted adult important stuff and well Tim has only ever trusted one.

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tim: why would i choose peace when i can ruin lives instead?

jason, trying to remember how people think this is the moral one:

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I finally found it

when she says she doesn’t send nudes

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The ground beneath me hitches and trembles like it's trying to catch it's breath.

The walls are wailing.

The windows weep.

Outside it is a beautiful day. I look at this house I reside in in puzzlement. "Why are you crying?" I ask.

The house does not answer. I am its soul. The only one weeping is me. But I am not home.

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Autistic spaces are getting so much more hostile towards people with low empathy, and it sucks

There was a subreddit I really liked, people were chill, and then there was a sudden influx of people making posts like ‘Autistic people have empathy! Saying we don’t makes us seem like monsters! Thats not a symptom!’ And people making posts explaining that no, actually, some of us do have low empathy got attacked and told they were wrong or ableist? And it sucks, because its just so hard to find a place to exist where you can be seen as not evil? I don’t know, it just hurts a lot to be told that

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Lmk creators: So MK comes out of a stone just like Wukong did. He has the same powers and everything. MK is a stone monkey

Us: Lol funny bit

Lmk creators:

Also Lmk creators: Add some more trauma in the next season

Hey so this is the FIRST MOVIE

THEY SPELLED IT OUT AND WE THOUGHT IT WAS A BIT

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Jason comes back from the dead, except he doesn't get taken by the league and is left to wander Gotham. He remembers dying in another country and ends up believing that he's still dead, but his afterlife just looks like the place he knows best.

He hangs around town for a bit before heading up to the manor. He then runs into Dick, who is shocked to see him. Jason misinterprets this and assumes that Dick is shocked to be dead and tries to act as his spirit guide.

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And then y'all wonder why he doesn't come to Thanksgiving dinner

Damian, Jason just wanted a hug. He thought that his baby brother was hugging him. The poor man is so touched starved but this was SO funny

From: Robin #5 (2021)

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We should normalize biting things. Rocks, cups, tables. I think it would give us world peace.

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Me: *sobbing* My art is terrible. My writing sucks. I'm gonna get too busy to fix it and die not loving the things I hold most dear. Time slips through my fingers and I curse it's name with every breath.

Also me: *internally* Oh hi PMS when did you get here?

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The next time Jason says Bruce did nothing when he died, I want him to be cut off with the declaration that Bruce did. Bruce did everything.

Bruce wanted the Joker dead. Superman almost wasn't able to hold him back. He shot down the Joker's helicopter even when Bruce was still in it. He wanted to see the Joker's body and finally know his boy didn't have to worry about another innocent person being caught in the Joker's crossfire. Even from the grave, he knew Jason would worry. He'd never stopped. Not once. Not even broken and bleeding did Jason stop worrying about someone else (even driven wild with Pit Madness, he still had worried about the kids in Crime Alley).

I need Jason to know how much Bruce loved him, to the point of almost starting WWIII. I need him to know the desperation in Bruce's eyes. How his hands shook and it wasn't with the horror of seeing himself sink further into the dark of The Bat. I need Jason to know the day he died was the day a piece of Bruce died with him. I need Superman to tell Jason about how little he'd recognized his friend, trying to talk sense into the man everyone had known as the Pillar; The rock in the typhoon. I need Tim to tell Jason how the scars got on his hands from catching Bruce's gauntlets too often. "That's enough." he'd say, sounding older than he was. The gauntlets were sharp (to cut rope in the event of capture, or tanglement). They cut through Tim's gloves like nothing. The purse snatcher would be in critical condition but he'd live. Later, Tim would think of an alibi for the scars. To everyone he met as Tim Drake, he said, "I picked up glass and tried put it back together."

I need Jason to know Bruce did everything. Even things he shouldn't have done. Things he would be ashamed of later on, praying to the shadows of his room that his sons would heal. Not forgive him, but heal. (Bruce never quite learned how to heal, did he? He only knew how to fight. All his kids could tell you that. Fighting for them or against them, chasing back the nightmares or becoming his own. Bruce knew how to fight in many ways, but he never got the hang of looking at his demons and letting them go.)

I need Jason to know Bruce loved him to the point of destruction. I need him to know how gently his body had been carried and then how quickly those hands were bloodied and torn.

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Curly Talks: To Anya

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PRAYER CIRCLE FOR BRUCE WAYNE TO SURVIVE RAISING THE MOST PERFECT CHILD EVER

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Enemies to lovers

TIME SENSITIVE QUESTION THERE'S A WASP ON THE CORNER OF MY WINDOW AND I HAVE TO OPEN THAT SAME WINDOW TO RELEASE IT WOULD IT STING ME IF I TRIED TO OPEN THE WINDOW

Posted 54 minutes ago. There's no way this fucker isn't dead.

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If someone tries to put Tim in a box he will devolve into tears quicker than you think

Bruce: We're going to put everything we love in this box.

Jason: Can I put Dick in the box?

Bruce: no

Tim: Can I put Dick in the box?

Bruce: No.

Damian: Can I-

Bruce: NO YOU MAY NOT PUT DICK IN THE BOX!

Dick: *cries in My Brothers Just Admitted They Love Me*