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I know most people don't care about anything unless it has to do with the U.S. but can we please start talking about the Canadian election.

Please don't vote for Poilievre. He's basically the Canadian Trump and plans to put in place laws that harm trans youth, and lots of other shit.

Please vote istg this is the only way anything will get better. Poilievre has been kissing millionaires and billionaires asses. He'll make life even harder, and he loves Trump.

Reblogs are appreciated, especially if you aren't Canadian.

This post is about Canada, do not derail or say that "it's worse in America." Canadians are very scared, we deserve to talk about our issues without Americans talking over us.

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My poor little baby.

(Impulse #50)

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every time i see a picture of jason todd robin i wanna throw up. that’s an actual baby. wtf

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i did it!! <3 thanks for ur suggestions! srry if i missed some, there were a lot, maybe I'll do it again??

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I shall not, will not, tire of seeing people cheer over the live action Tangled being put on pause. 😎

Like to kill the movie entirely, reblog to kill Disney's live action remakes altogether.

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When Jason first gets to sit down on the passenger seat of the car with Bruce, as a civilian, Bruce doesn't notice it instantly, but his son's legs don't quite reach the bottom of the car — they are a tad shorter. He is a tad shorter. Then, in the middle of their road, a police car pulls them up, and the officer stares at the pair of clueless father and son and bursts out in the laughter.

"Sir... Mister Wayne, your son can not sit there. He needs to be back and at a special seat for children."

Bruce blinks.

"Oh, he is not— Jason is too old for that."

"I am sorry. It is required by the height, not age."

Bruce turns around to face flustered, embarrassed Jason, who always insists that he is old enough for basically anything in this world, and he can't help it. He smiles, completely overwhelmed by this whole thing.

His baby son.

"Alright, thanks for warning. We will do just that."

As soon as the police are out of the picture, Jason bursts out in the string of complaints, whines, and genuinely distressed remarks about how he is not a child, never will be, and it is so stupid.

Bruce smiles all the ride back.

They still order him a child seat and he hates it.

The Batmobile from the other side doesn't have it, and they don't need it to.

Still, much later, when Bruce — Batman — opens the door, for the first time since Jason became Robin, he tries to settle his son on the backseat, not a passenger one. He cradles him to his chest before gently putting him on the leather couch. Jason's body is small and fragile, though this time his feet reach the bottom of the car. His head is lolling a little bit, and it takes two attempts from Bruce to prop it properly.

He ignores the blood that instantly spoils the car.

"My baby son," he murmurs softly, reaching to pat his curls. "My sweet baby."

This time, Jason holds no complaints. His bloodied lips with blooming bruises are pressed in a thin line, and Bruce closes his eyes, trying to ignore his cold, dead eyes.

He closes the door of the car and sniffles as his nostrils get scorched from the odour of the burning down warehouse on the background.

It is April 27th.

And his son is dead.

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Dissociative Identity Disorder and Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.

Do you ever just want to illustrate your blorbos Going Through It™.

HC territory.

I know we've seen Jason deal with his PTSD a few times, particularly in AK, WFA and UTRH, all in different forms, but I wanna see that boy clutch his chest and recite words of the past as he crawls towards the darkness of the room as his panic starts to overtake him - the darkness, the shadows, where Bruce always told him it was safe, where you could take cover - and grasp desperately for an item of the present before the rage kicks in (the second wave of defence).

For Harvey, I know we've kinda seen it here and there, mainly through his relationship with alcohol, but I want to see him taking copious amounts of painkillers to soothe the headaches and muscle strain from switching alters. He downs throat soothers like no one's business after doing that voice, and when the derealization episode hits after the stress and scare of it all, he falls into a catanionic state, wearily gazing around him, wondering if he's real with his coin as his anchor.

Anyway. :P

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x men more like-- *explodes and dies in terrible accident* OUH NO

commissions open! :D

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Shout out to lost days Jason- he gets his mind back and immediately goes to kill bruce.

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”he was a skater, she did ballet” “he was Romeo, she was Juliet” okay- but was she a girl with the best intentions, and was he a man of his own invention?????

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Last tag game made me want to share some of my favorite moments in fics I've written:

Pics 1&2 are from a WIP Jason centric fic, untitled.

3&4 are from the Gotham Twitter AU, you all know and hopefully love.

5 & 6 are from "In the Waiting Room" completed, link in my pinned post

7&8 are from an unfinished work. "Buzzfeed Unsolved: The Resurrection of Jason Peter Todd"

9& 10 from Timkon clone baby AU WIP.

Other than by twitter AU and In The Waiting Room, you will never likely see the other fics lol

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I know that its fairly common for Jason to have blue eyes that turn green when the pit is active, but I support that Jason's eyes are just bright green now. They don't necessarily glow all the time, but they are notably green.

The first time that Jason takes his helmet off in front of the family after his resurrection Dick won't stop staring at him and Bruce keeps glancing at him when he thinks Jason can't see it.

Jason starts taking off his helmet less because the blatant reminder that he came back different, changed, wrong.

Then Damian shows up and starts talking about how both of them inherited their mother's eyes (he refuses to listen to anyone trying to tell him it doesn't work that way)

Slowly but surely, when Jason takes off his helmet and looks in the mirror, instead of seeing wrongness staring back at him, all he can see is his baby brother's eyes.

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Feeling chaotic.

Fight.

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I drew a lot of jasons muehehhe

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Presents 2/2

Something's never change

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"Welcome back"

More of Morph in animal form cause I love that concept and I'd forgotten how much I love to draw animals. :')