#Dick is the real insomniac one

[psychemochanight]

Somewhere, the batcave, the mansion, even a roof, wherever you want:

Jason: Yeah, whatever, see ya, Goldie *leaves the room*

Tim:

Tim: Does he know what you think of that nickname?

Dick: Nah, don't think so.

Tim: You're not going to tell him either.

Dick: No, not really.

Tim: Why?

Dick: Do you really think he would believe me if I told him he was the real Golden Boy Wonder?

Tim: He was a little feral sometimes as well, tho.

Dick: "Sometimes", we had our "sometimes" where we weren't.

Tim: ... That's not your only reason for not telling him.

Dick: ...

Dick: I hated him, he deserves to hate me back. That's all.

Tim: You were a child.

Dick: He was a child as well.

Tim: Yeah, but he wasn't your responsibility. And it wasn't B's legacy to be handed over to someone else either. You deserved to be angry.

Tim: Even if you want to be now, you can do it, you know?

Dick: ...

Dick: He, any of you, probably deserved it more than I did.

Tim: Never say that again. Never.

Dick: *gives a small smile* Okay, okay. I won't.

Tim: Good. Because you were a good Robin too. The best in his own way.

Dick: Thank you, Timmy.

Tim: Now come on, I know you haven't slept in at least 56 hours and you honestly look like shit, and that's not normal.

[riotlain]

How they sleep/cuddle

bigger than normal post but yknow :3

I was gonna do more characters for this so feel free to rq more characters for this

THIS IS A NWLNW BLOG!! WOMEN DNI

(yknow just means to not interact with the post)

Bruce Wayne

Not against cuddling. Will if you ask

He likes being big spoon, especially after a long day... will little spoon if he's particularly tired

Stays still when he's asleep aside from like occasional gripping

Either insanely light or insanely heavy sleeper theres no in between

The type to mumble in his sleep

Dick Grayson

Loves cuddling to the extreme

Spooning is big (He's usually big spoon but he melts if he's the little spoon)

Loves laying on your chest after a long day

He sleeps like a damsel in distress

Moves a lot when he sleeps and its usually gravitating towards you

A snorer

Jason Todd

Either insanely warm or insanely cold no in between

Sleeps like a victorian child on their death bed...

Likes to have an arm wrapped around you when cuddling but like unintentionally curls against your chest when he sleeps

Sleep talker and restless kicking

Wakes up a lot in the middle of the night so you might catch him staring at you or gone to the kitchen

Tim Drake

If its yalls first time he'll be like sorta stiff for a little

If yall dating for a good lil while then he'll be more relaxed

and also take up majority of the bed

He likes laying on your chest and vice versa

Sleep talker.. if he ever sleeps

Watches you sleep in the way where he's a really bored insomniac

Can't lay still at all when he's asleep and always gravitates towards you

Cold feeted mf

Damian Wayne

He's pretty on guard at first

He doesn't initiate the cuddling bc he isn't sure how at the beginning

Unless you start cuddling him he'll just sorta lay there and accept it

Eventually when he's fully comfortable he will still lay there like a plank but he'll have an arm around you

He looks like he's dead when he's asleep

He might like mumble something though

He has many pets so at least one will show up and lay there too

If someone walks in he'll deny everything they ask and tell them to get out (unless its Alfred then he'll nicely tell him to get out)

Clark Kent

Living heater

Loves cuddling and hugging

Coming back home after a real rough day and just hugging you

Laying on each other is his fav

Somewhat heavy sleeper due to him being used to his super hearing and stuff

Krypto is in your bed a lot too

Sleeps soundly as hell like damn!

Plastic Man

Flirty as hell like its crazy

Wraps around you like snake

Can't have a normal cuddle session with him probably bc he's like everywhere

He'll be your blanket if you're cold

In the literal sense he will be your blanket

Insanely warm

Fav position is spooning. He doesn't mind which he is bc either way he's gonna talk to you (will stretch his neck to look at you)

Sleep talker and moves around a lot

Everyday you wake up in a new position

[nilolemillion]

Let’s get one thing straight (very unlike me): Batman loves his kids. All of them. He’d die for each one in a heartbeat (of course not kill for them, cough cough Jason). But if you think for one second that Bruce Wayne, the guy who regularly dresses as a bat and fights crime at 3 AM (cough cough insomniac furry.), has a favorite BatKid, then clearly, you’ve never met his children. He doesn’t have a favorite, not because he loves them equally, but because none of these potatoe pie pumpkin cutie-headed chaos gremlins deserve to be his favorite.

Let me explain.

Dick Grayson (WOOP WOOP that’s the sound of that police. Yes Karen, I know he’s no longer an officer, NO KAREN I DON’T GIVE A FUCK.):

The first pancake. The golden boy. Everyone assumes that Dick has a special place in Bruce’s heart because he was the first Robin. He’s charming, he’s capable, and he smiles like he’s got a fucking sponsorship deal with Colgate. But let’s be real, this guy left the nest the second he could, started his own superhero gig in Blüdhaven, and still occasionally shows up to remind Bruce that he doesn’t need him (yes king, show your independence, love that for you.) And you know Dick is the type to throw that ‘you’re getting old, B’ line out there just to twist the knife. Bruce loves him, but how can he be the favorite when he’s busy playing Batman-lite with better hair?

Jason Todd (My personality favorite zombie, resuscitated character in the whole world, I love him so much and all the Outlaws.):

Oh, Jason. The problem child. The one Bruce failed, died, and came back with a vengeance (literally). You’d think after all that tragedy, Bruce might go a little easier on him. But Jason? This kid shows up at family dinners with guns blazing, ready to debate the morality of lethal force like it’s Thanksgiving dinner conversation (and it is, I did it and it was quite fun.) Sure, Bruce would die for him (again), but Jason pushes every button Bruce has like it’s his job. One minute he’s trying to be the better vigilante, the next, he’s making Gotham’s criminals wonder if Batman has gone completely off the rails. If Jason’s Bruce’s favorite, it’s in the ‘how are you still alive and not in jail?’ kind of way.

Tim Drake (DC DROP ANOTHER CANON ILLUSTRATION OF TIM BEING A CUTE LIL STALKER AND MY LIFE IS YOURS!):

Tim’s the brainiac of the family, the kid who deduced Bruce’s secret identity with zero help. Naturally, you’d think this would earn him some serious brownie points. But here’s the thing, Tim works way too hard. He’s got all the signs of a caffeine addiction (which is completely and absolutely understandable, he’s just a little silly and caffeine addicts are hot, yes I am too), zero concept of work-life balance, and is always trying to out-detective Bruce. Yeah, Bruce admires his dedication, but let’s be honest: Tim’s the kid you have to physically shove into bed because he thinks sleep is a myth. Bruce is just trying to prevent this kid from burning out before he’s 30. How can Tim be the favorite when Bruce spends most of his time making sure he doesn’t turn into an insomniac vigilante-zombie?

Damian Wayne (I’m literally making my birthday party theme of him, that should explain enough.):

Ah, Damian. His literal blood son. You’d think that alone would give him a shot at favorite-child status, right? Wrong. Damian is an adorable, pint-sized murder machine with a superiority complex the size of Wayne Manor. Bruce loves him fiercely, of course, but Damian’s idea of father-son bonding is training in deadly combat and arguing about why his assassination techniques are totally valid. Plus, he’s got that whole ‘I’m the heir to the world’s deadliest league of assassins’ thing going on. Sure, he’s Bruce’s kid, but you know he’s never going to let Bruce forget it. Not exactly favorite material when he’s constantly plotting world domination during family movie night. (Dw, he won’t act on it, Alfred made very clear that the batkid who dares dominate the world will be banned from his pastries. Besides, he’s too busy scratching Titus’ belly, he doesn’t have time to dominate the world. PRIORITIES BITCH.)

Cassandra Cain (I stan her more than I stand my own life. Help. I literally crocheted a plushy of her.):

Cassandra is probably the least rebellious out of the bunch, which should give her an edge, right? Wrong again. Cass may be quiet and respectful most of the time, but when she does go rogue, it’s on her terms, and it’s not just a small rebellion. No, Cass will disappear for weeks on end, take down a crime syndicate by herself, and then show up like it’s no big deal. Bruce can’t even stay mad because she’s so good at what she does. But Cass’s habit of ghosting the entire family and dealing with things solo? Yeah, it keeps her out of the running for favorite. Plus, she’s secretly the most dangerous one, and Bruce can’t play favorites with someone who could take him out without even blinking.

Duke Thomas (He’s was the sunshine I was midnight rain. DC DROP ANOTHER CANON ILLUSTRATION OF ISABELLA WITH DUKE AND MY LIFE IS YOURS!):

Duke the daylight protector of Gotham, which is cute and all, except that Bruce has no idea how to parent in the daylight. Duke brings this bright, positive energy to the BatFamily, which sounds great in theory, but this is Bruce we’re talking about. The guy who lives for darkness and brooding. Bruce loves Duke’s optimism, but it’s like trying to teach a vampire to enjoy the sun. Plus, Duke has a habit of questioning everything, and sure, Bruce appreciates his independent streak, but do you really want a favorite who keeps making you reconsider your life choices?

Stephanie Brown (My sweet dear and beloved purple queen, I love her so much.):

Not an adopted batkid, her mom is alive I think… But I don’t give a duck KAREN. Stephanie is the wildcard, the one who does whatever she wants, whenever she wants, and somehow gets away with it. She’s staged fake deaths, gotten fired from being Robin, and still keeps coming back for more. Stephanie’s whole existence is an exercise in chaos theory. Bruce loves her resilience and her ‘never-say-die’ attitude (literally), but how can she be his favorite when her middle name might as well be ‘Loose Cannon’? She’s the kind of kid who’ll fight crime while live-tweeting it. Yeah, Bruce loves her, but he’s not rewarding that kind of energy with a favorite child title. (I’m still confused about her age thingy.)

So no, Bruce doesn’t have a favorite. Because how could he? His kids are walking, talking disasters, each one a different flavor of chaos. Bruce loves them all more than anything in the world, but picking a favorite would be like trying to choose between different natural disasters. Earthquakes, tornadoes, volcanic eruptions, they’re all beautiful in their own destructive way, but you wouldn’t want to pick one to live through. In the end it’s about Bruce somehow surviving all of them.

[cocomuffy]

Sleeping Headcanons!

Bruce Wayne: Ha. Hahaha. Hahahaha. Hahahahahahahahahaha. he sleeps? Actually, yes. He leaves one (1) night every two weeks to sleep. He does micro-sleep in his chairs a lot, but, he lets himself get all comfy and sleep in a bed once every while. It's mostly his dark circles that concern him.

Dick Grayson: You ever fall asleep, wake up, and then you're in a different position? Like, you didn't sleep walk, you just sleep contorted? That's Dick Grayson. You will RESTRAIN HIM and that man finds a way to twist into a pretzel. It's actually a real issue for criminals trying to keep him down in a drug-induced sleep. But, to really get a good sleepy-time in, he has to have his elephant plush and some pj pants on.

Jason Todd: Pssttt as if this man-

NO.

he sleeps like a BABY.

Pre-Pit, Jason Todd was impossible to keep down. he had to have supplements, drink tea, and then run around the manor until eventually he passed out in a heap somewhere. But now? Now this man sleeps and he sleeps hard. He gets back from patrol at 2:50 AM, cleans off and has a small snack and a cup of tea (that hasn't changed), and then he HAS to be in bed by three or he is INSUFFERABLE to both himself and others.

Tim Drake: Ha. Hahaha. Hahahaha. Hahahahahahahahahaha. he sleeps? Unlike his father he actually doesn't- I'm just kidding. But, Tim does have to be very sure that everything is done before he sleeps. He creates a (very long) list at the beginning of the day, and once that is completed, and he's asked Bruce if there is anything else he can do, then he will sleep. That doesn't mean that he isn't a total insomniac, though. He really only gets good sleep when he's with another person, but he can fall into sleep by covering his legs and keeping them warm. This can be while he's doing pretty much anything: talking, reading, writing up a report, writing up a tumblr post-. But, eventually he just gets too tired and falls asleep.

Damian: Sleeps systematically. Once his patrol is over at 2 AM, he checks on his animals, cleans off, and falls asleep almost immediately after hitting the bed. I like to imagine that he has a cat door installed in his room, and that sometimes Alfred the Cat falls asleep at the foot of his bed. He very much enjoys finding him sitting there when he wakes up.

[wastingawayinmyroom]

you said to send you headcanons to elaborate on so…take your pick if you want

-regulus who can’t sleep without sleeping potions

-pandora/emmeline/dorcas who makes regulus read a muggle book every week so he isn’t such a Pureblood Dick

-regulus that literally never learned how to laugh, so it’s just the most broken sound you’ll ever hear (on the VERY rare occasion that it happens)

-italian evan rosier

-barty hating whoever the 4th skittles roommate was so badly that regulus bullies him to the point he switches to durnstrang

-regulus buying his friends little gifts in hogsmead all the time but he’s too Regulus™️ to admit they’re from him so he just leaves them on their beds or something

-regulus being friends with Moaning Myrtle (he just vibes with her idk)

i'm not picking, anon.

i want all of them.

we're going backwards cause why not

moaning myrtle and reg very much vibe!!! reg seeking comfort from myrtle when he realizes he that he has to choose between taking the mark or keeping james (if you're a starchaser person)

i multiship like crazy and it's honestly a problem but whatever!!!

no regulus just putting gifts in random places is so real. everybody knows it's him, but everyone except barty has gotten bored of trying to force a confession out of him

barty doesn't care if he admits it, he just bother reg for funsies

for the 3rd to last: what's a durnstrang 😭 i'm slow

italian evan rosier... ok so i never really thought of this, but it kinda works. i always saw evan rosier as french ngl

and bcj as italian

but that would be cool too

shit this is giving me more starchaser ideas (the broken laugh one) OH MY GODDDD

james making regulus laugh for the first time, hearing that sound, and making it his life mission to make regulus laugh more

it's a life mission that never really ends

i laughed out loud at the 2nd one for like 5 minutes and the person next to me is very concerned

but like tbh regulus was raised in a family that very much looks down on anyone who isn't a pureblood, and he was probably a Pureblood Dick until the girls got sick of it and threw classical literature at him

he grows to be fond of it actually

but nobody can know that!! he's got a rEpUtAtIoN tO uPhOlD!!!

also, regulus needs sleeping potions to sleep

he's a chronic insomniac and so are most of the skittles imo

yummy

[herunswithscissors]

I'm the wife in my marriage.

It's funny to me anyway. Funny to me because my wife is the very picture of femininity, loving, caring, sexy, pretty, beautiful wife, loving and adored by all her children. And a satisfied and hot for her husband.

But to me she is beautiful and terrible as the Dawn! Treacherous as the Seas! Stronger than the foundations of the Earth! All shall love her and despair!

And yet she chose me.

So to all the hella ladies who rejected my advances? Y'all missed out. Because she saw in me what way too many people couldn't. And sometimes still can't.

And she wants to run my life. And the lives of our whole family. And we all kinda love it. Mostly. But it ain't worth the headache or heartache of fighting her on anything. She's Daddy's little princess and her mother is the loving matron and queen bitch of the family and we all stay in line. Mostly. I love to do my own thing too much for my own good. But it keeps our fights about stupid stuff instead of my weed use again.

(I'm dead ass functional and present from 6am on till I finally get my insomniac ass too sleep while high just to escape the constant anxiety about my sick daughter's upcoming surgery, my dying suegro, my mourning wife, disturbed autistic son, special needs princess Daddy's girl I'm spoiling her to death to make her just as powerful and ungovernable mother and it's working too well already. Have you ever negotiated with a hostile bitchy entitled as fuck child? )

Anyway, you wouldn't know it looking at me or talking normal chitchat, but I'm pretty fucking manly. In the way my culture defines manliness. I'm not very masculine. But I'm very manly.

I'm feminine as fuck in my household. I mother the kids, help their emotional development, work on my wife's emotional and mental well-being, and I'm the one never in the mood for sex. And I do every single thing she says. And then she does the discipline and management of the family's affairs. And she's the one who has to seduce me. Did I mention she was sexy as fuck? (While I'm awkward as fuck every time we even roleplay.) And a horny Latina. (That's why these horny sexy, nice, Latinos are taking over. It's natural selection. The Whites just can't compete and as usual are getting their panties in a twist over not being able to compete even with everything in their favor to out reproduce them all but it was too many kids for a nuclear family to handle Whites.) So beautiful hot queen sexy as fuck Latina seduces me every night. #blessed. So fuck yeah I don't wanna fuck up this arrangement. So I do everything she tells me to and treat her real good and let her win every argument and over apologize. Except when I make a rare exception to make a stand in something important or just to make some trouble and have some fun.

Oh yeah. She's a clean freak 😮‍💨 But she's an impatient Latina housewife perfectionist clean freak. So she gets mad at my perfectly good job when company isn't ever coming job and tells me to stop even trying to clean. Go play Minecraft with your daughter to keep her occupied.🤣

I have the best living situation ever. I'll be your bitch my bitchy highness. Just please keep playing with my hair on your lap. Oh, and that sucking my dick the way you do and being right 95% of the time on judgement calls.

So yeah I'm the wife.

And I got a pretty good life.

[yukii0nna]

Wake up to the sound pt two

Richard "Dick" Grayson was on his nightly patrol in Bludhaven. So fair it had been unusually peaceful there given how it usually is. He may even go home early today. As he landed on the cold ground, he noticed something on the ground moving. As he ran to see what it was, he saw it wasn't a what but who.

A young girl to be exact who couldn't be more than 12. Her skin was dark brown, if a bit pale. She has dirty pink, curly hair and wore what seemed to be something out of a dystopian novel, complete with a black hoodie.

"I gotta keep moving. I can't fail now " he heard her mutter that like a mantra. As she ran, he decided to talk to her to find out what was the matter.

As he landed, he gave her a smile. "Okay little girl, what's the problem?" The girl jumped in surprise before she started to run again. It was then that Dick noticed her bleeding at her side. It was that he decided to get her help and fast.

-

"Is she okay?" Kori asked.

"I hope so, though I am surprised about the fangs. She's probably a meta human from the looks of her. Poor kid must be a runaway"

"Well let's hope she recovers soon. "Roy said. He knew what that felt like as clear as day

-

"Ugh, my head. Where am I?"

"Titan's Tower. I'm Nightwing and you are" he reached out a hand to shake but she looked at him with glee in her eyes.

"Nightwing, like the Nightwing? The former sidekick to the Batguy, Nightwing?" As she asked, she started to smile more and more. Her eyes expanded as if she was excited. It seemed like she was a fan of his. It was odd she got Bruce's name wrong.

"Uhh, Batman and yes?"

"OH HELL YEAH!*she shouted.* My luck has finally turned around. Those jerks won't know what hit 'em. Now all have to-" it was then she started holding her side in pain.

"Woah kid, slow down please. Now tell me what is your name and who are you talking about?"

"Oh, my name is Mesulia and I have something to ask you?"

"We're listening. But first, tell me about the slash at your side" she looked at it before shrugging.

"Oh this, some jerks tried to kidnap some poor kid so I kicked their butts. One of them got a lucky swing though but I took care of it." I was getting a bit concerned for her. I

"Feisty."

"It's in the blood, Red. While I'm thankful for the save, can you please hear my questions?"

"Lay it on me, Mesu!"

She then looked him straight in the eyes, dead serious. Then she said in a serious tone"What if I told you that Wally West aka Kid Flash is alive and that he is being held captive?"

"Please tell me you aren't joking, kid" he asked but she shook her head. "First of all, how do you know all that?" she shrugged again.

"He told me his name and identity." Her expression never changing as she said that.

"What is the real reason because as far as we know, he's.... gone"

"In this place, yes. But he didn't really die. More like, he got transported to my neck of the woods" she admitted with the same serious tone.

"And what would that be?" He quirked an admittedly disbelieving eyebrow at her.

"Ever heard of Ruttera?"

@punkeropercyjackson @bakawitch @zexal-club @insomniac-jay @julieemarine @abyssthing198 @mayameanderings @floof-ghostie

[khruschevshoe]

Jim Jimenez and Izzy Hands

You could never live out in the open

Regretting every word you've spoken

When you break, it's too late for you to fall apart

And the blame that you claim is all your own fault

And I have seen all that you have seen

And I have been where you have been

No, our hands will never be clean

At least we can hold each other

-Bear's Den, When You Break

Jim almost laughs at the way that Izzy's face freezes at Pete's casual affection. They thought that they were bad at taking compliments and flirts back when they were first figuring things out with Olu. (By the time Archie and them kissed, they were too tired, too wrung out, to focus on protecting their own heart. Archie was their one anchor in the mess that was the Revenge's purgatory- they got over their hangs-ups when it came to relationships real quick the second time around.)

But Jim doesn't laugh, because they understand that feeling, that part of their heart that still sits strange when showered with affection, that part of them that isn't sure whether they deserve to be loved or not, after everything they've done. It is a part that is getting quieter and quieter with each passing day, a voice that is easily shot down just by a glance at their bracelet, but it is still a voice as familiar as any crewmate's. They understand the effort it takes not just to love, but to accept love in return.

So they offer up a fond, halfway helpful: "You're still a bit of a dick, don't worry."

Izzy's posture immediately relaxes, far more comfortable with insults, even fond ones, than with compliments, much less worship.

-aletterinthenameofsanity, i'm throwing caution (tonight, the winds of change are blowing wild and free)

Though this friendship is not as prominent in the series as the one between Jim and Pete, it is still rather fleshed out and heartwarming. The shared understanding between them (as well as their insomniac conversations under the stars) really hit hard. Also, their shared roles as the protectors of the crew and the two that stood up to Blackbeard leads to some amazing parallels.

@polikate @possumsmushroom @yuenity @angxlwiings @bricksbloggyplace

[onboardsorasora]

bestie my WIPs are usually just voicememos to my friends and it's bold of you to assume I have FOLDERS in my google drive, no, I click on every untitled document for 15 mins to find the one I want 🥶 WHAT IS MAX SLEEPWALKER AU THO IS THE REAL QUESTION

Bestie I didn't have a whole ass folder till yesterday when I got the tag lmao. Those docs were just floating around hoping that I wouldn't create a new one and open one of them instead 😂😂😂😂

Maxiel Sleepwalker AU is completely different than Dewis Sleepwalker.

It's a smutfic with a very loose plot lol. In the most basic of descriptions, it is what would happen if in 2017 Maxiel had to share hotel rooms and our lovable insomniac got prescribed Ambien. Also, let us not forget that he got a lot of podiums in 2017- so lots of partying.

I'll post a snippet after the cut 😈

It felt like a long time before Max jolted awake again. This time the surprise wasn’t loud, but it was still insistent. 

“Daniel?” Max whispered, there was no oral response, just another impatient press of something against his legs. Max spread his thighs unconsciously, and exhaled sharply when Daniel’s face burrowed itself between them. What could only be Daniel’s nose– he would recognise it in any capacity– was pressed along his balls and taint. 

“Daniel?!” Max whispered more insistently, but Daniel simply cupped his hardening dick. As if this was his purpose for disturbing his sleep. Max groaned and bit his lip. This was– this had to be a dream. A very vivid fucking dream where Daniel woke him up to– to what? Suck him off? Fuck him? If this were a dream, Max would already be split open on Daniel’s dick.

So it wasn’t a dream. But it was just as disorienting and erotic.

[😈redacted😈]

Daniel groaned and shivered before stilling like dead weight. Max felt bewildered.

“Daniel?” He called softly. Nothing, no answer. Just the resumption of Daniel’s soft snores. What the fuck?

[eloiselikescheese]

THINGS THAT WERE IN THE RWRB BOOK THAT DIDN’T MAKE THE MOVIE AND I’M MAD ABOUT IT (don’t get me wrong the movie was a masterpiece and I have literally watched it eight times but I’m still mad)

JUNE

JUNE

JUNE

JUNE

J

U

N

E

June and Alex going through magazines together

Alex and Nora pretending to be dating for the tabloids

CASHHHHHHHHHH

“Alex has seen her stab someone in the kneecap with a very similar embroidery needle” page 9, about Amy 

ALEX CARESSING HENRY’S PICTURE IN JUNE’S MAGAZINE WHEN HE WAS A KID OMGGGGGGGGGGGG I PHYSICALLY CANNOT 

Henry being “infuriatingly” tall compared to Alex 

Literally the entire first chapter minus the cake falling. They even changed the set up and dialogue for how it fell!

Chapter 2:

“Alexander,” Ellen says, her tone eerily calm. “Shut up.”

“You’re a dumbass. Love you.” -Ellen

ALEX’S LISTS OH MY GOD I MISS HIS LISTS

Alex bi panicking for Shaan 

Henry riding in from polo practice on his horse looking perfect, and Alex saying “I am going to throw up on you.” (Page 36)

Alex’s parents being divorced, it made Ellen even more powerful. 

The entire cornettos scene: Alex seeing Henry in a plain t-shirt, the post Alex made, Henry commenting on Alex’s glasses 

That mysterious part where Shaan gives Henry a pill, it intrigued both me and Alex. (Pg 41)

Actually hearing Henry’s interaction with the girl in the hospital. He’s so sweet. (Pg 45)

“You know,” he says into Henry’s hair, “we have got to stop ending up like this.” -When they fall on each other in the hospital closet. (Pg 46)

ALEX ELBOWED HENRY THEN HE PINNED ALEX DOWN WITH HIS THIGH IN THE HOSPITAL CLOSET. THAT WAS NOWHERE IN THE MOVIE I DESERVE THAT FRIGGIN PART. (Pg 47-48)

Alex putting his number in henry’s phone. So good.

Chapter 3

RAFAEL LUNA. RAFAEL LUNA. R A F A E L  L U N A. HE WAS SO MUCH BETTER THAN MIGUEL RAMOS. HIS PLOT TWIST IS SO MUCH BETTER.

LEO!!!! HE’S SO SWEET!!!!! I LOVE HIM!!!

Ellen doing a wiping motion in front of her face, turning president face off and mom face on (pg 63)

The conversation where Henry texts “one does not foster a lifelong love of Star Wars without knowing an “empire” isn’t a good thing.” (Pg 72)

“tell shaan I say hi and I miss that sweet sweet ass xoxoxo” “I will not.” (Pg 74) 

Chapter 4

The extended turkey scene. literally the entire thing. So funny. SO MANY good lines. (Pg 76-83)

Ellen and Oscar’s divorce also made Alex a deeper character in a way.

Alex’s entire HOUR LONG phone call with Henry after his parents fight on Christmas Eve

June’s resistance to Ellen wanting her on the campaign (little details like this made the story so real.)

“Legendary Balls-Out Bananas White House Trio New Years Eve Party.” (Pg 95)

Pez actually asked June out, not Nora. You can’t just replace her like that!

The fact that Alex kissed NORA on new years. It was more personal.

Alex and Henry leaning against the tree together before they kiss (Pg 106)

Chapter 5

Alex tripping and scraping his knee on a run with June because he can’t stop thinking about Henry (Pg 113)

Alex having an actual job on the campaign 

Henry going out with a girl, it built more tension 

Amy being gay

Liam Liam Liam Liam Liam Liam Liam Liam Liam

Chapter 6

Alex being into henry’s accent just from the word “Oh.” (Pg 129)

“You’re not going kill him, are you?” “Probably not.” (Pg 131)

HENRY’S TIE IN THIS SCENE OH MY GOD I LOVED THAT ALEX GRABBED HIS TIE HE WAS WEARING A FRIGGIN BOWTIE IN THE MOVIE I’VE BEEN ROBBED.

“Stop thinking.” “Yes. Gladly.” (Pg 132)

Alex grabbing henry’s tie and whispering the “I’m going to do some very bad things to you” line. I’m serious that tie was important to me.

“Yes, you preening are, I’ve wanted you so long I won’t have you tease me for another fucking second.” (137)

“Alex rolls his eyes. “For fuck’s sake, man, you just had my dick in your mouth, you can kiss me good-night.” Henry looks back up at him, his mouth open and incredulous, and he throws his head back and laughs, and it’s only him, the nerdy, neurotic, sweet, insomniac rich guy who constantly sends Alex photos of his dog, and something slots into place. He leans down and kisses him fiercely, and then he’s grinning and gone.” (145-146) THEY EVEN ADDED A PAUSE WHERE HE WOULD HAVE SAID IT LIKE COME ON

Alex absolutely dying over the way Henry looks in polo gear

Seeing the actual emails they sent to each other, they left out a lot of the emails and the way they addressed each other was SO GOOD.

Chapter 7

“You’re a mad, spiteful, unmitigated demon, and I’m gong to kiss you until you forget how to talk.” -Henry texting Alex (158)

“Listen,” Henry is saying, heated, over the phone on a Thursday night. “I don’t give a damn what Joanne has to say, Remus John Lupin is gay as the day is long, and I don’t want to hear a word against it.” - Literally Iconic. *chefs kiss* (160)

Zahra telling Alex she’d chop off her own tit before letting him do something stupid to let Ellen lose reelection. (162)

Catherine, the badass way she married an actor even though the queen forbid it, because she loved him. 

WASPy Hunter, that’s literally the only way Casey McQuinston refers to him and I love it.

“You have so much in you, it’s almost impossible to match it. But he’s your match, dumbass.” June (178)

The entire scene of Alex coming out to June 

The entire phone call where Pez answers Henry’s phone and teases them (183-185)

The way Pez made MATCHING. KIMONOS. For The Super Six when they did karaoke in LA.

Bea being a bigger and cooler character 

Alex convincing Henry to do karaoke by… lets just say being sexy.

The scene after karaoke in the hotel, Alex wishing he could get up with Henry every morning, Cash bringing them hangover coffee

Chapter 8

“If only you had known the mighty work of thine loins would be undone by a gay heir who likes it when American boys with chin dimples are mean to him.” An email, from Henry to Alex. (203)

Alex being so extremely passionate about flipping Texas with the Texas binder and everything

Phillip being an absolute prick at Wimbledon, then Henry escaping the match to have sex with Alex in a storage closet, the last thing they “should” be doing. (216-218)

The extended piano scene where Alex is most definitely falling in love but is in DENIAL

I said it once but I need to repeat, RAFAEL LUNA’S BETRAYAL/PLOT TWIST

Henry just showing up for Alex because of Rafael. 

“Henry kisses his mouth over and over again and says quietly, “You are good.” (230) OH MY GOD HOW DARE YOU TAKE THAT FROM ME

Henry making a joke about being closeted when he hides in the closet from Zahra, also the fact that he “comes literally tumbling out of the closet.” 

“Oh my god, I thought you were getting into international relations or something.” “I mean technically-“ “If you finish that sentence, I’m gonna spend tonight in jail.” (232)

Chapter 9

Ellen basically saying “oh, that’s all?” At his bisexuality, THEN being shocked at the bomb drop of Henry.

ELLEN’S POWERPOINT ELLEN’S POWERPOINT ELLEN’S POWER POINT E L L E N ‘ S  P O W E R P O I N T. IT WAS AMAZING, HILARIOUS, HONEST, AND STILL SUPPORTIVE OF HER BISEXUAL SON. 

History, huh? Being in an email and becoming the big quote that people used in support of the relationship later.

The way they ended emails with gay/romantic quotes from letters in history

Henry said “Hi, Love.” Into a hug with Alex then they held hands in the jeep on the way to the lake cabin and if that isn’t love WHAT. IS. (249- 250)

Henry learning how to eat ribs (256)

Henry ending his goodbye note with “Thank you for everything. X” was 1. Heartbreaking. 2. Extremely romantic and makes you go “ooooohhhh he’s no just leaving for family stuff.” (265)

Chapter 10

After Henry left the lake cabin, Alex smashed a mug and his phone because he was so upset and restless (267)

Alex screaming at henry’s window making a huge scene until he was let in to the palace

“My birthright is a country, not happiness.” (272)

“What do you want?” “I want you—“ “then fucking have me.”

The fact that their argument descended straight into making out because Henry loves him and it kinda sucks but he still does and he’s crying as they kiss

The morning after Alex storms the castle, Henry and Alex are laughing snd kissing and Henry accidentally presses play on Ellen’s voicemail, which is “Diaz, you insane, hopeless romantic little shit, It had better be forever. Be safe.”

V&A, Alex “taking a picture of a national gay landmark, and also a statue.”

They clink together under his shirt, two homes side by side. (I admit the narration would be hard to do in a movie but readers would just KNOW and the camera could just focus on his necklace.)

Chapter 11

“You had the absolute audacity to love me back.” Henry in an email (300)

AN INCOMPLETE LIST: THINGS I LOVE ABOUT HRH PRINCE HENRY OF WHALES     !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Chapter 12

Alex comforting Henry in the car because he’s getting a panic attack due to the pressure of lying (311-312)

“It would be a lie, because it wouldn’t be him.” Alex’s talking about getting a wife, arguing w/ Rafael Luna (317)

“Should I tell you that when we’re apart, your body comes back to me in dreams… “Fuck!” He says a third time, spiking the newspaper at the floor. That one was his.” (324) AJSDHFLAGAHLKFAJG 

Chapter 13

Alex thinking he’s getting some sort of lecture or game plan from Ellen after the email leak only to have her ask if he’s okay like the good mom she is. (326)

Alex’s family all standing there for him after the leak, then Alex crying and collapsing to the floor in their arms. (331-332)

When Zahra gets Henry on the phone, Henry asks how Alex is doing But Alex immediately asks how Henry is instead because it is harder for him. Also, Phillip broke a vase that belonged to Anne Boleyn??? Amazing detail.

“I love him on purpose.” (344)

“I’ve been gay as a maypole since the day I came out of mum, Philip.” (353) it was better and funnier in this fight than their first night together.

Catherine sticking up for Henry so strongly against the queen 

Bea spilling tea on Phillip to shut him up (and just generally keeping him away from Henry to be protective.) (357)

Chapter 14

June wearing a “History, huh? Shirt and Alex tackling her into the tightest hug that they fall into a shrub (360-361)

Richards’ campaign being the cause of the email leak and Nora working her ass off to prove it 

THE FACT THAT ALEX MEMORIZED LUNA’S FIVE GUYS ORDER, AND IT WAS A SECRET. CODE. IN THE EMAILS. THATS SO FRIGGIN COOL ARE YOU KIDDING ME

“You are,” he says, “the absolute worst idea I’ve ever had.” (372)

I just need to repeat, R.A.F.A.E.L. L.U.N.A. A BADASS KING. I. WAS. ROBBED.

Chapter 15

Phillip starting to not be a prick

There is an entire page written, just describing the moment that Ellen officially got reelected. Everyone in different little bits of joy, and I think that could have been beautiful. (413)

HENRY BOUGHT A BROWNSTONE IN BROOKLYN FOR THEM YOU GUYS. PRETTY IMPORTANT DETAIL.

This list is so long but I could have made it so much longer I’m not even kidding. I cut it down to make it readable, and there is still so much in the book that just doesn’t translate to movies, but makes the story so much richer and amazing. Books are honestly ALWAYS better than the movie, but again, the list could be longer. This book is so beautiful.

Things that I actually liked that changed in the movie

“You act like the sun shines out of his ass, and you have a vitamin D deficiency.” (Instead of “and you make it convincing) 

“You’re wearing lifts, I know that too, sweetheart.” 

Alex saying “You’re late” smirking and closing the door, only to have henry walk right in and start to make out with him

“And I thought Alexander Gabriel Claremont-Diaz was a mouthful.” “He is.” 

“I want you chewing on a goddamn crumpet by sunset… *Bows* Your Royal Highness.” 

“I wanna see your face COVERED in barbecue sauce, and then, I wanna lick it off.” 

That part where Henry asks why they have to maintain a traditional royal image and the king says “beca-beca-becau-Because!” Rambles about the country, then says “a prince who is… ✨HOMOSESGXSGSUAL.✨” but in the most funny disgusted voice

[su8arandspite]

on today’s episode of oc hours: i discuss the trifecta

may i introduce you to the trifecta, the most popular girls at hawkins high. we have:

the redhead: Amy Hughes

Hawkins high cheer squad, main base position

Student body president. Highly competitive and ran just to prove she could win

Has a seriously impressive right hook and no patience for your bullshit

Also plays lacrosse in the spring once cheer is over

Loves loves loves the color green (looking at you, heather duke)

Has garnered quite a reputation as a heartbreaker. Has a new boyfriend every other week… will later discover she actually doesn’t even like boys but that’s another story for another time

A walking gossip goldmine. Knows any and everyone’s business

Legend has it she keeps a ledger and pulls out the juiciest bits whenever someone pisses her off

the brunette: Tiffany Anderson

Hawkins high cheer squad, side base

loves a good party

Poor little rich girl; granddaughter of a retired us senator. think: indiana kennedys

An insomniac. Pre-Steve, she was who Beth would occasionally call for a late-night chat

Loves to bake. Can decorate a cake like nobody’s business, renown for her weed brownies

She may dress like a prep, but don’t get it twisted: there is nothing boring about her. Tiff just loves plaid and a good shoulder pad

Might fuck your dad. Maybe she already has

Has an illegal stick and poke tattoo on her hip, courtesy of one eddie munson. it’s cherries btw

the blonde: Beth Sullivan

Hawkins high cheer captain and flyer

On top of the pyramid literally and socially

Our beloved angel

Often the voice of reason

for more on Beth, see other oc hour posts

Other things of importance:

Not intentionally, but it is worth noting that all 3 lost their virginities to Steve Harrington. It’s safe to say he has to work to win Amy and Tiff over again when he first befriends Beth bc let’s just say he didn’t leave things on the best of terms with either of them

After Billy Hargrove stands Beth up, Amy made it a point to ensure everyone in Hawkins knows just how tiny his dick is (I mean, let that be real: that car’s compensating for something, am I right?)

It’s unknown how exactly they became friends. They just met in kindergarten and remained attached at the hips since

a bonus aesthetic:

[lily-drake]

Family/Friends

Marinette was tired!  She had been up all night doing commissions, homework, and working on the Hawkmoth problem.  She needed coffee, and she needed it now.  Curse Tim for infecting her with his insomniac lifestyle.  She could hear the jerk laughing at her from an ocean away.  As she sipped at the concoction she called, “Resurrection” and she could actually see clearly she realized that the laughing was not in her head, nor was it an ocean away, it was a few feet away from her laying casually on her couch.

She stared at her brother while still sipping her coffee waiting for her brain to log back on.

“Going to offer me any?”

He finally asked with a smirk.  The cheeky ahole.

“No.”

She said blankly.

“Please Bean?”

She placed a finger to her chin and pretended to consider before repeating,

“No.”

He rolled his eyes and stood up taking quick steps to reach and hug her.  She rolled her eyes and held the coffee over her head.

“I’m not letting you steal it either!”

He grumbled and pulled away.

“Now, where are the others and why are you here.  I have to be somewhere soon.”

“We can’t just visit our baby sister.”

She raised an unamused brow making him sigh and roll his eyes.

“Fine, B took away the WiFi and Babs helped so I can’t hack it.  So….”

“So, you thought you could mooch off mine?  In Paris?”

“Well, since we understand the importance of finishing work I thought you’d understand?”

She paused and blinked at him, taking a slow sip of her coffee before sighing.

“Yea fine, just as long as you don’t do anything stupid and keep your emotions in check.”

“Thanks Bean.”

He said going in for another hug, and she quickly— it was graceful, she did not trip or stumble— ducked away.

“Nope, I know your tricks.”

She said as she hugged her mug to her chest and glared at the pouting man before he trudged back to the couch and laptop.

“Do the others know you're here?”

She asked as she finished off her mug and rinsed it in the sink.

“They shouldn’t.”

Marinette hummed and went upstairs to get ready for her group hangout.

_________

Marinette laughed at the joke Nino made.  She felt so happy being surrounded by her friends, that was until she spotted someone.  Quickly she excused herself and calmly and walked up to the man.

“Whatcha doin’ here Dicky?”

Marinette asked innocently.

“Oh you know, seeing the attractions, eating the food, looking for a sleep deprived Tim.”

“Tim?”

She asked, “confused”.

“What’s he doing here?”

“Bruce cut off his internet and I assumed he would come to you.”

Dick asked scanning we face for anything.  But she had been trained by Tim, Jason, and Damian to hide all traces of anything from both her dad and brother.  She learned the puppy eyes from Dick though, and they were very effective.

“I haven’t seen him.  Maybe he was just smart and went somewhere else.”

“Hmm, I guess that could be true.  Well, let’s go meet your friends.”

“Wait what, no-“

It was too late, he was already moving towards them and she knew this was her punishment for lying to her brother.

“Hey Marinette’s friends!”

Marinette rushed towards them and looked around anxiously as a few of her friend’s mouths dropped and some just glanced at him not knowing who he was.

“Oh my gosh, y-you’re-“

Alya turned to look at Marinette with wide eyes.

“You didn’t tell me you knew the Wayne’s!”

“W-well…I- th-they commissioned me!  I didn’t expect them to come all this way though.  See his fitting wasn’t for another few hours.”

Marinette covered. No one knew about who her real family was except her host family who let her take their name so she could go to school in peace.

“Yea, guess I just got excited.  Me and my family are just huge fans of your work.”

Marinette subtly rolled her eyes but brought a blush to her cheeks so she didn’t seem suspicious.

“Oh-well, thank you.  I-um…thanks.”

Her friends snickered and she shot them a non-threatening glare.  How was she supposed to warn Tim without Dick noticing?  He was obviously going to come to the bakery now.

_________

It was late at night when she saw a shadow move on the building she was on.  She had just finished her patrol route and her team would be meeting her for reports soon.

“Dad, Robin.”

She greeted without looking back at them.

“Tt.”

“Ladybug.”

As she opened her mouth she heard the sound of her teammates coming to the roof.

“Hey LB, how are-holy….i-it’s Batman!”

Chat whispered in awe.  Immediately after his statement Ryuko, Honey Bee, Rena Rouge, Carapace, and Viperion landed on the roof.  Only Chloe Kagami, and Luka were able to hide their shock and awe, one with indifference, another with stoicism, and the last being his normal serine self.

Ladybug sighed and rubbed her forehead in exhaustion.  It’s a family reunion she guessed, all she needed now was Red Hood and the girls.  Then again the girls were the only tolerable ones, besides Alfred.  It was going to be a long week at least.

“Guys, this is my dad, Batman and brother Robin.”

“DAD AND BROTHER?!”

Everyone, excluding Luka and Ryuko, basically shouted.

“Yes, and they were just leaving.”

She almost growled as she glared at her family.

��No we aren’t.  We are here to-“

“As the older sibling, and as this is my terf, I get the last say.”

Damian glared back at her and opened his mouth but closed it when Batman placed a hand on his shoulder.  His frown deepened and he refused to look at her as she smirked in victory.

“We’ll talk later then.”

“I guess we will.”

“Wait!”

Rena shouted getting out of her styler and pranced towards him like an overly eager fox.

“Could I get a picture with you, or maybe even an interview?  I won’t show anybody, but it would be so amazing!”

Her eyes were basically glowing as she asked.  Marinette glared at him and nodded.  If he did something stupid like this he deserved the punishment of her over eager friend and inner fan girl.  He sighed and stoically stood beside her.

“Wait, everyone needs to be in it!”

She said pulling everyone and arranging them into place.  She tried to touch Robin, but quickly thought better of it as he grabbed the hilt of his sword.  Ladybug had to hold back her snort.  It took about ten minutes, but they finally got the picture and her father and little brother finally left.

Reports went by quickly after that, but seemed tedious after the event that had just transpired.  Quickly she swung home and face planted onto her bed.  She could feel eyes on her and looked up to see her dad staring fondly at her.  She rolled her eyes before face planting back into her pillow with her middle finger raised in his direction.  She was too tired to put up with anything right now.

~~~~~~~~~

Never thought this would happen, but I have a tag list now, which is really cool. If anyone wants to be part of it please comment and tell me. ThNk you for all the support! @trippingovermyfeet @liquid-luck-00

[notepadsandtealeaves]

Damian Wayne x GN!Reader in: Movie Nights with the (Bat)Boys™ Pt. 2

12 Days of Batmas || Day 8—Watching Holiday Specials

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

↞ previous: old cats, new tricks, same old bullshit || decorating your home

|| ao3 version | 12 days m.list | batboys tag | main blog ||

|| dick day 8 | jay day 8 | tim day 8 ||

Thanks to the major part they played in the earliest stages of your relationship, movie nights hold a special place in both of your hearts, with the nostalgia adding an extra layer of enjoyment to an already lovely experience.

One of his all-time favorite activities done with his all time favorite person? Sign him the heck up!

↠ Requested By: No one, technically ((but given the fact that I’ve been working on this series since last year I’m sure you’re all ready for me to wrap this ish up lmao)) ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: SFW fluff ((but my blog’s 18+ so if minors want to consume my sfw stuff while still respecting my wishes of them staying out of this space, they can head over to my AO3)) ↠ CWs/TWs: None ↠ Betas? Nah, we don’t do that here. ↠ Total WC: 800~

So there’s no ficlets this time around folks. sorry about it but I just couldn’t come up with anything sadly. But! They’re pretty lengthy (they’re all 700+ words) so that’s something ig. Anyways, that’s enough rambling from me—have at it and (hopefully) enjoy!

Headcanon || WC: ~800

🌟 As your relationship has progressed, Damian has lost the need for relying on various excuses to spend time with/be near you.

At the start of things this poor baby was awkward af. The persona that he shrouded himself in mixed with his natural introversion and mildly stunted social skills meant that he wasn’t exactly sure how to move past all that to be close to you.

((this was all you-specific, btw; he could finesse everyone but you because he wanted your connection to be real, not something cultivated by petty manipulations for the purposes of keeping up appearances))

Because of this he relied pretty heavily on planned dates as a way to spend time with you without looking too… desperate? I guess?? Idk, he used to be so damn weird about this stuff, but dammit he was trying.

Movie nights quickly because his go to as they’re prime cuddle inducers.

((he has definitely pulled the yawn ‘n’ stretch move on you—several times, in fact—much to your silent amusement lmao))

Poor thing was so stiff and stilted in his movements back then, and he was always so careful about how he touched you. He never wanted to do anything that could be seen as disrespectful/could potentially make you uncomfortable.

When he finally loosened up enough to let you properly cuddle him his heart was p o u n d i n g . You could definitely feel it and low-key hear it from where your head rested against his chest, but you were smart enough to keep quiet about it, and honestly your reticence made him fall just that little bit harder.

🌟 In the now he’s over the worst of his hang-ups, but his love of movie nights persist.

Like Dick he makes sure that you have everything you’ll want/need to enjoy this rare night in.

Tho he’s usually an advocate for healthy eating and moderation, this is one of the few times he’ll pig out with you. He doesn’t process sugar well—which is just a kind way of saying that if he doesn’t work it off, it turns him into a hyperactive five year old lol—so he mostly sticks to salty snacks like chips and popcorn.

Also—blankets.

He’ll get the softest, coziest blanket he can find to burrito you both in and it is undoubtedly a ✨ ~heavenly experience~ ✨

🌟 He has no problems with staying awake for the duration.

I personally canon Damian as being one of those people that only sleeps like 4 hours a night—and not in the insomniac way, but rather the ‘my body doesn’t require more than this’ way—so he’s almost always well rested.

However if you happen to doze off he’s not opposed to taking a little nap with you. He’ll probably carry you back to your bedroom for this tho, as he hardly finds the couch to be comfortable enough to sleep on.

((because you just know that he gets bulky once he hits his 20s—dude’s a Wayne, after all, and he definitely inherits his father’s build))

🌟 Doesn’t really talk too much during the movie as he finds that to be rude, but he’s not above scoffing and the like if he thinks the plot to be too ridiculous.

As he’s gotten older, he’s become a bit more lenient when it comes to such things, but there’s only so much silliness he can abide by before he snaps lol.

Horror and thrillers especially set his teeth on edge because how can people be so stupid?? But then again his vigilante work has shown him that humans are indeed capable of said levels of stupidity so…

🌟 As for the lineup…

It’s already been pretty well established at this point that I canon Dames as a movie snob, so if you come at him talking about some Die Hard or Nightmare be ready for a long ass lecture about why these movies are most assuredly NOT Christmas movies lmao.

He personally tends to skew more towards classics like It’s a Wonderful Life or one of the many black and white Scrooge remakes.

He also loves animated films as well, esp. the older ones like the original Grinch (tho he does really like the live action version as well) and all of those Claymation joints. He really appreciates the level of skill that went into making those films, and honestly wishes that the medium was still more widely utilized today.

If you want to watch one of those cheesy Made for TV movies he won’t complain. They’re terrible, sure, but so a part of the experience that to not watch at least one would feel wrong at this point lol.

🌟 Thanks to the major part they played in the earliest stages of your relationship, movie nights hold a special place in both of your hearts, with the nostalgia adding an extra layer of enjoyment to an already lovely experience.

🌟 Up Next: Day Nine || Kissing Under the Mistletoe ((check back tomorrow!!))

Taglist is open, but to 18+ users only.

© notepadsandtealeaves, 2021 || Please do not repost, translate, or otherwise alter or distribute my works without my express permission. And for the love of god keep it away from Youtube and TikTok lol...

[alyssadeliv]

The Forgotten One

First      Previous

Chapter 10

Chosen One. 

Marianne Al Ghul. 

Mari. 

Pixie.

The Lily of the Desert. 

Marinette Dupain. 

Ladybug. 

The Great Guardian.

And now she would eventually become Marianne Wayne. 

She had had multiple names and lived for what felt like a hundred lives, all very different, but all of them with one thing in common. Damian. 

From the moment he was born until her first death, she lived for him. Always there to aid and protect him at all costs. At all costs. She lived for him. The only time she had something for herself, it was taken from her. So she wasn't good with owning things. Her whole life nothing was truly hers. Damian was the League’s. The Miraculous were the Order’s. She was divided between two organizations. Never truly belonging to one or the other. She ached to belong, so it was very important that she proved herself to her father. She knew she was never enough for her mother, she was indeed the second option. Useful enough to not be discarded, but not the heir she most desired.

So now. Standing in front of her Father, having imagined this moment her whole life, she had to admit, she was scared. Would he reject her too? Would she be enough?

“Father… This is Marianne, your daughter.” Damian presents her. She doesn't know how to act so she stays in place, awaiting instructions or directions, but still getting the time to analyze the man in front of her.

He was taller than she imagined, but intimidating with his Batman attire just as she had pictured. He looked at her in a cautious way, as if at any moment she would combust into flames. She kept her eye on him, looking for some sort of sign on how to act. It took some time but eventually, his expression turned to a mesmerized one. 

“You look like my mother…” He whispered, reaching to her with his right hand but never touching her. His face in awe. “How… I-”

He turned his head to Damian as if he could explain more. In his face a lost and anxious expression. She could see that her little brother wanted to comfort their father, but didn't know how. So he stayed at her side, hoping that his presence was enough. Clearly, it wasn’t.

“I need to think'' And with that he turns and walks out of the cave, never even sparing a glance back. The only thing that can be heard are his footsteps, and when those are gone, an awkward silence installs.

Only then does Marianne let go of the air she didn’t even know she was holding. With not even a nod of his head father had dismissed her. He was similar to Mother after all. Only ever interaction with her if needed, just to make sure she was still alive. She could deal with that, she knew what to expect. That actually calms her more than it should. The uncertainty was still there, but at least she knew that deep down he could care for her in the future as her mother did. 

“Daeh Washanuh” She tells her brother when she sees his indignant face. Her father needed time, she understood that, so for now she would let him be. 

She still felt a bit weak, having spent all her energy between fighting her brother and mending her injured body. Damian must have seen said exhaustion because he instantly went to her side, to support her. With her body pressed against his side, and a strong arm crossing her waist holding her she admired how much he had grown. He was taller than her now. Stronger too. Gone was the 10 year old that followed her around. In his place was a slight better version of that person. She gives him a reassuring smile, trying to transmit her gratitude and appreciation without words, the same way she would do before they were separated. She could only hope they still understood each other after years of no contact.

Damian chooses that instant to start introducing the others. The redhead in the wheelchair looks at her with interest, as if trying to solve a puzzle. She doesn't seem to be judging her like the guy in the red leather jacket with a shocked expression is, so she counted that as a win. The dark haired teen that she knocked out a few days ago looks like he’s seen better days, and by the dark spots under his eyes and the large cup of what she assumed to be coffee in his hand, he was an insomniac, like her. The two still wearing their full costumes start to remove their masks, the one in blue has a calm expression, but the other is still very much shocked.

“Habibti... This is Richard Grayson, Timothy Drake, Barbara Gordon, and Jason-”

“Todd.” She smiles. “Long time no see.” 

How could she ever forget those blue eyes that hunted her dreams. He was a big part of her past, and she would always be able to spot him in a crowd. 

She can almost remember the first time she met him. At only 13 she was tasked with training this overemotional 16-year-old. Let’s just say their relationship wasn’t good at the beginning. He carried too much anger inside of him to allow him to listen to what she was trying to teach him. He was hot-headed and stubborn, and most of the time she just wanted to throw her dagger at him to see him bleed. But after some time they got close. Closer than they should. 

At that time Grandfather had intensified Damian’s training so she wasn’t able to see him much, instead, she found herself around Jason a lot. They confided in each other. She gave pieces of herself to him that she never gave anyone else, only for him to be ripped from her life as punishment. 

Last she heard her mother had dealt with him. She assumed she had killed him. But seeing him in front of her, healthy and very much alive was a relief. She had mourned him for a long time, but the joy she feels in knowing he was alive was immense.

“Pixie!” Jason speaks for the first time, by now he already got up from his seat, and is now standing in front of her. Different from her Father's reaction, he seems to need to touch her, to guarantee that she is real and truly there. Confused about how she knew his older adopted sibling, Damian backs away from his sister, too stunned to properly comprehend what was happening. She now was using Jason as support, feeling the heat of his body next to her’s, just proving that he was really there.

Pixie was a nickname he gave her when they first met after he discovered she could do magic. At the time she did not understand the reference, not having grown up with fairytales, but after he patiently explained to her about fairies she could see where he was coming from. Small and Magic. That was enough to describe her. And secretly she was pleased to have a nickname especially made for her. “I told you we would see each other again…” He says with a smug smirk on his face. Caressing her cheek with his hand. Oh, how she missed that look on his face. 

“Am I the only one that’s freaking out with this scene in front of us?” The spell is broken by the voice of the blue hero. Richard. The first adopted son of Bruce Wayne. She knew a bit about him, when she was younger a part of her training was inspired by his stunts on the field. “How the hell do you know her, Jaybird? Bruce’s secret love child?” 

He still holds her, more for support than anything else. It’s been a long time since they’ve been together, but their friendship hopefully still remains. She takes him not letting her go, as a sign that she wasn’t the only one affected by this unexpected reunion. When she first arrived at Gotham she knew she would inevitably meet her extended family when she finally sought her brother. And yes, it came to no surprise that Jason Todd was once her father’s ward. But remember that she did believe him to be dead. And if that was truly the case she would carry her secrets to her grave. But apparently, it was time to come clean to her brother. Her relation with Jason was the one thing she ever kept from Damian. And she could see from the look on his face that he was very confused.

She detaches herself from Jason and tries to reach her little brother, but the day's activity finally takes a toll on her body and she trips and almost collapses on the floor if not for the two that come to her rescue. Jason being the one closer to her catches most of her weight, but Damian has both her hands into his own.

“I'm fine…” She tries, but by the look on both their faces, they don’t believe her one bit.

“Dick, why don't we leave the rest of the interrogation for tomorrow? When Bruce can participate.” Barbara speaks for the first time. She pushes herself away from the table and starts making her way out of the cave in her wheelchair. It seems that her words have power, because with only a grunt and a side glance and he leaves as well. Sometime between her father leaving and Jason making himself known Timothy fell asleep, face down on the table in what could only be described as an uncomfortable position.

If she wasn’t so exhausted she would have questioned how easily Damian’s family accepted to wait until tomorrow for answers. If it was her she would want them as soon as possible. No matter what.

“Come, I’ll show you to my room” Damian removes her from Jason’s arms and starts directing her through the same path all the others took out of the cave. Tomorrow she would come back and admire all the technology and weapons the Bat Cave provided, but for now, she was content in being almost carried to a comfy bed. After almost a month of chasing Gabriel Agreste around the globe and mostly sleeping when she could, wherever she could,  just the thought of sleeping in an actual mattress brought her immense joy. “I promise to not ask questions today, but I need an explanation for the display of affection you gave Todd downstairs.” His tone is stern and she knows he meant that. 

"Deal." He nods, accepting my answer.

We walk through a long corridor for quite some time, but eventually, we stop in front of a door. Damian opens it and carries me to the bed. He sits me in his bed and goes to his wardrobe. While he does that she admires the size of his room, which is big, just as it was in the League, but here she can see bits of his personality. Photos on the wall, drawings on the tables. She is happy that he gets to explore his part of himself. When he comes backs he hands a change of clothes to her, and without saying anything he makes his way to what Marianne assumes is an adjacent bathroom. Leaving her room to change alone. He gave her a black long-sleeved shirt and black pajama bottoms that were definitely too small to git him now, and she can only question as to why he has it still.

She removes her attire and changes into the offered clothes, but not before inspecting the place where there was supposed to be a wound. She was healed, as expected, but her dried blood still clings to her abdomen. By now Damian finally comes back, wearing an outfit similar to hers and carrying a damp towel.

“I thought you would want to clean yourself of the blood.” He hands her the towel. She in return gives him a sincere smile, accepting the offered object and immediately removing all traces of blood from her body. 

While she did that, he sat on the other side of the bed, removing some pillows and getting under the covers. Marianne leaves the towel on the floor beside the bed and carefully puts one knife on the bedside table and her dagger under her pillow. Old habits die hard after all.

Damian observes her with a nostalgic look on his face but otherwise remains silent. He turns the light off by the switch near his bed and the bedroom immediately gets dark, the only source of light coming through the closed windows. As she gets under the covers she feels his body getting closer to hers. And she can’t help but smile again, remembering how many times they did this exact same thing during their childhood without their mother knowing. Or at least they thought she didn't know, not knowing she merely allowed them this simple thing.

“Aishtaqt lak ya 'akhi” She repeats the same words she said to him when they were on the rooftop earlier that night.

Her only answer is his hand finding hers and giving it a squeeze.

Final chapter of part one! Do you like the stoy so far? After a lot of messages from you guys I decided to continue with a part 2 of this story. Still haven’t decided how long it would be, probably about 10 more chapters but who nows. Sorry it took me so long to post this chapter, its was finals week at my university and you know how it is. 

Let’s hope I get more time to write! Thank you all fot the support do far! You are all amazing!

It curently 3 am so sorry if there’s any mistakes!

Next

Taglist:  @macncheesemonster @jumpingjoy82 @silversaphire12 @jinx-jade @swiftie-miraculer13  @greatcatblaze @megaafangirl @ramos123 @theamityislife @maskedpainter @toodaloo-kangaroo @nyx-in-line @ketchupqueenboiiii @blackroserelina @lozzybowe @user00000003 @kashlyn @msshadows97 @ira-sairain @stackofrandomstuff @myazael @frieddonutsweets @asrainterstellar @our-preciousss @laurcad123 @nyaabinch @rverfades @thefangirlwholiterallydies @astoriaandromeda @unnamed2357 @little-lady-bird @imdaqueenie @meismu @dorkus-minimus @a4-machete @arty-shadow-morningstar @catthhay @sizzling-fairy-oil @poodapup @charme-de-malchan @jayjayspixiepop @fusser90 @adrestar @iloontjeboontje @buginetye @macncheesemonster @messymessyml @redbullgivescaswings @queer-illusion @moonlightstar64 @kking13 @lupagrimm @dorkus-minimus @roguishredaxion @meow-6296 @galla02006 @samiamack @readingalldaysleepingallnight @twsssmlmaa @ihatecomingupwithusernameswtf @alexizlazy @lady-bee-fechin @mizzy-pop @alcoholic-barney @ladyqnoirr @wingl3ss @vroomtaka

[green-lanterns-c0ck]

all the numbers I haven't asked for hanktodd

SFW:

1: Dating headcanon

They dance around each other for years in a mutual pining/it's complicated situation before jumping straight ahead and skipping the entire honeymoon phase. They go from "friends, but not close friends" energy to "been married forty years" energy over night.

3: Arguments headcanon

When they fight they FIGHT. Full on "storming out and not coming back for the week" fights. Luckily, they don't fight all that often, but when they do, it's hard.

4: Playful/silly headcanon

When they have one of their fights they both storm out and are too proud to go home, so there have been multiple occasions where they both try to stay the night at the same friend's house.

5: Night in headcanon

Nights in involve them cuddling on the couch, ribbing each other over their taste in music. It also involves lots of take out.

6: Night out headcanon

Leave the house? To talk to people? Horrible.

But they do have nice night "picnics", where they spend insomniac nights wandering deserted areas and eating hot dogs from 24/7 shops.

8: Sleeping headcanon

Hank can and will sleep on Todd wherever they are. In bed. On the couch. At the table. At the Infinity Inc. meeting table. At the JSA meeting table. He goes to put his head on Todd's shoulder and five seconds later he's snoring.

Todd pretends to be annoyed by it, but he loves it. It's like having a combination heated/weighted blanket that loves you back. He sleeps so well with Hank draped over him.

9: How friends/family of the couple react

Jennie needs a moment to lie down. Alan needs to be bonked on the head with a wooden chair to make him lie down for a moment. Merry wonders if Todd or Hank is the evil one in this relationship (she has bad taste and weird views).

Hec suggests a foursame and Todd breaks his nose, which is a no from him, much to Hank's disappointment.

10: Heartbreak headcanon

Sometimes, Hank has nightmares about the time Todd tried to kill him. He tries to hide them from Todd, but he usually notices. He wonders why Hank even bothers dating him, if he's still this scared of him.

NSFW under the cut!

1: Positions/locations headcanon

Todd rides Hank a lot. They mostly fuck in bed, or on the bedroom floor. Hank loves sitting in front of the couch to suck Todd's dick.

2: Rough or gentle? Fast or slow?

Always fast but rough and gently vary, depending on Todd's mood and the general vibes. If Hank can be persuaded to be active, he takes it nice and slow.

5: Public play headcanon

Hank wants Todd to fuck him on the JSA meeting table so bad. He needs it. He has created illusions of the table for Todd to fuck him on but he needs the real thing. He NEEDS it.

Todd... thinks Hank's obsession with it is weird and the idea of getting caught makes him nervous.

8: Never again/turn-offs headcanon

They try choking once. Once.

Hank enjoys it with other people, but... not with Todd.

[chiseler]

Hero of Our Nation

I first encountered Roger Ramjet on a Chicago public access station in 1983. It was part of an early morning show apparently aimed at stoner insomniacs. The show came on at five and also included episodes of Lancelot Link, Secret Chimp, that awful Beatles cartoon, and a weather report clarified by some appropriate pop song (“Here Comes the Sun” or “Here Comes the Rain Again”). I was usually up and around that early for some godforsaken reason, and originally started watching on account of Lancelot Link. Always did love that Lancelot Link. But Roger Ramjet was, well, let’s just say it was a revelation.

Roger Ramjet, “ that All-American good guy and devil may care flying fool” (as he compulsively introduces himself) was a none too bright and none too coordinated drug-dependent space age superhero in an ongoing battle against the assorted forces of evil (or more specifically, N.A.S.T.Y.) to preserve the American Way of Life. He was square-jawed, straight-laced, straight-faced, and True Blue if little else, so hyper-patriotic that nearly every time his name is spoken aloud an American flag, a bald eagle, or a rotating ring of stars appears on the screen. After catching one or two episodes, I forgot all about Lancelot Link.

The show was easy to overlook, especially when squeezed between the Beatles and some secret agent chimps with a psychedelic band. The episodes were only five minutes long (maybe seven with the abrasive theme song filling out the opening and closing credits), and were so crudely drawn and animated it might at a glance seem like something a couple of junior high school kids threw together in their basement one weekend. The shows were so primitive they hardly bothered with niceties like “backgrounds” satisfied instead to settle for rudimentary suggestions of a setting. But the writing was so sharp and the voice talent so good what it really felt like, if you paid attention, was a spoof of a ‘40s radio serial like Sky King or Gangbusters, complete with a soap opera organ and illustrated by a handful of jerky drawings scratched out by someone’s kid. People who thought Jay Ward’s Bullwinkle and Dudley Do-Right were crude when compared with the output from Disney or Warner Brothers had no idea what “crude” meant. 

Looking at it today what it reminds me of more than anything are the paper cutout animations of the earliest episodes of South Park, before they upgraded to Flash. Along with the lo-fi stylistics, the humor was clearly aimed at an adult audience while pretending otherwise.  You may not find any child molestation jokes or crass religious cracks in Roger Ramjet, but for 1965 the lightning-fast humor was pretty hepcat and sophisticated, with undisguised satirical references to the Cold War, Central American turmoil, and the  Vietnam War (“Hey kids, this is Roger Ramjet,” demanding that you stay tuned to this station to see my next adventure,” Roger announces in his commanding superhero baritone. “Or I’ll see to it that all you little rascals are drafted.”) . Mixed in with the topical jokes we also get some highly unlikely name drops, from Noel Coward and Henry Cabot Lodge to James Joyce and bawdy nightclub performer Rusty Warren, as well as film parodies and  literary nods to the likes of Catch-22 and Catcher in the Rye.  It’s also a little less than what you might call racially sensitive by modern standards (consider Mexican revolutionaries The Enchilada Brothers, Beef and Chicken).

While a lot of the more timely jokes might be lost in the murk of the over 50 years since it first aired, there’s plenty of rapid-fire absurdity that’s timeless, from the misspelled title cards punctuating the narration to the self-consciously dumb coked-up adventures.

Bullwinkle aired from ‘61 to ‘64. Roger Ramjet came along a year later and Jay Ward’s influence is undeniable. The difference was Roger Ramjet crammed the equivalent number of bad jokes, references, and plot twists of a typical 8-part Bullwinkle serial into each five-minute episode, both mirroring the rapid-fire screwball dialogue of the ‘30s and the frenetic quick-cut comedy to come along a year or two later in shows like The Monkees and Laugh-In.

The episodes were produced with essentially no budget and were cranked out very quickly by a small team of writers, voiceover artists and animators with solid day jobs in radio and TV. They were all seasoned pros, some dating back to the days of classic radio, who worked on the show after hours as a way of letting off a little steam and tossing around a few cynical, subversive  cultural jabs their day jobs wouldn’t allow. The show was created originally by animator Fred Crippen  (who went on to work on some pretty dreadful crap like the Extreme Ghostbusters  and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) and Ken Snyder, an ad exec who moved over into producing cartoons. They brought in a remarkable team of voice talent and comedy writers, including Gene Moss (the voice of Smokey the Bear) Jim Thurmam (who did a lot of kids shows including Sesame Street), Dick Beals (the original voice of Gumby), and the great Gary Owens, a drive-time deejay in LA who would get national recognition soon enough as the on-screen announcer for Laugh-In. Although they would all get specific credits in the end (Crippen as director, Moss as a writer) it was a communal effort, in which everyone contributed to the writing, and everyone, even the executive producer, did a few of the voices. Apart from the regular crew, careful listeners might also catch a few uncredited guest appearances by some surprisingly big names (I’m told Sinatra and Dean Martin appear in an episode, but I’m still looking for that one). Owens was the star, though, as his ability to read the most ridiculous lines in a dramatic deadpan made him the perfect Roger Ramjet. Together they made 156 episodes (about 150 still exist), which were sold directly into syndication in ‘65 as half hour shows, each containing three unconnected adventures. I can’t say as I’m exactly sure who they thought their target audience was at the time, except maybe each other.

Much like William Conrad in Bullwinkle, each show opened with our narrator, Steve Allen alum Dave Ketchum, setting the mood and the scene (“In today’s depressing episode,” he’d begin with dramatic enthusiasm, or maybe it was an “existentialist episode,” “phlegmatic episode,” “rickety episode,”  “hairy episode,” or “ethnic episode”). Then we’re out of the gate at a breakneck pace, with a flurry of gags coming from every direction. “Ramjet rode into Boot Hill,” we’re told,  “where the men were men and the women were men, which can get pretty old after awhile.”

While none of the shows are connected, there are a few recurring characters and locations worth remembering: Roger hails from Lompoc, an actual California town (“where nothing ever happens, and seldom does”) and  takes his orders from General G.I. Brassbottom, a no nonsense military man who “hadn’t had an original idea since he was a civilian.” He’s also assisted by Yank, Doodle, Dan, and Dee, the unusually chubby  kids who make up the American Eagle squadron. Like Roger, all the members of the squadron wear their white jumpsuits and flight helmets at all times (Roger even wears his helmet on dates), and in true superhero sidekick fashion, their primary job is to get Roger out of scrapes and make sure his drugs are handy. 

That’s one little detail more than a few casual viewers have taken umbrage with. Roger, see, is a pretty hapless character most of the time, but he repeatedly saves the world thanks to a little help from his Proton Energy Pills (PEP), which take five seconds to kick in, then give him the strength of 20 A-Bombs for 20 seconds. Modern viewers seem a little uncomfortable with the idea of a superhero gulping amphetamines in order to function, but all I can say is, well, it was a different time, and hey, it worked for Roger and Elvis both.

The proton energy pills come in handy when dealing with his arch-nemesis Noodles Romanoff, the short, trench coat and fedora wearing head of N.A.S.T.Y. (the National Association of Spies, Traitors, and Yahoos). Romanoff may not have a Natasha, but he does have a gang of cronies and thugs who all mumble in unison (save for one, who can’t seem to get the rhythm). 

Along with Romanoff and his gang, Roger also has to contend with some lanky alien robots, the Solenoids (voiced by executive priducer Ken Snyder), and their repeated efforts to invade the planet in assorted ridiculous ways (in one episode, they begin kidnapping all the Miss America contestants, who “were disappearing faster than co-eds at a Dartmouth weekend.”)

When not saving the world, Roger found himself competing with the smarmy hotshot test pilot Lance Crossfire (who sounds an awful lot like burt Lancaster) for the affections of Lotta Love, the fickle Southern belle with a taste for the finer things in life.

Then there are the adventures themselves. Some seem standard superhero fare, but only to a point. Earth is besieged by flying saucer attacks (sort of). Roger’s hometown is terrorized by a werewolf (sort of). Roger plays tennis with a kangaroo, or becomes the first man to surf in space,  or, in a personal favorite, attempts to stop the flow of bootleg comic books into America’s drug stores.

Actually, there’s an interesting moment in that one that revealed just how subtle you could be even with animation this unsophisticated. Okay, so Noodles Romanoff, see, is replacing real comics in drug store racks with bootlegs in which popular superheroes are humiliated, all in an effort to destroy the morale of America’s children. After Brassbottom shows Roger a few examples (the issues include “Superman Gets Beat Up by a Chicken!” and “Ratman Stubs His Toe!”) he explains that if this sort of thing continues, “America’s kids won’t have anyone to look up to except YOU, Ramjet.” Then, for just an instant in that crude and jerky style, Roger cuts his eyes toward the camera, revealing in that moment everything we needed to know, namely that it’s what he’s always wanted.

Thirty years on and that still sticks with me.

In the end, though, the characters and storylines are secondary at best In Roger Ramjet. At heart it’s  a matter of trying to keep up with all the lightning-quick  jokes and wordplay, the non-sequiturs and references. In the five minute span of one cowboy-themed episode I counted nods to at least seven classic Western films, from High Noon to She Wore a Yellow Ribbon, and I suspect I missed a few. It really is such a dizzying blur of dialogue and bad puns and cultural references, sometimes, christ, even just references to old jokes that take the form of bad puns (“Waiter, there’s a spy in my soup” or “how many angels can swim in the head of a beer?”), that absurd as it all is, repeated viewings are a necessity to catch everything. It’s a bit like having the complete contents of an issue of MAD magazine jammed onto a single page. It can make your head hurt after a while, but it’s worth it. Whether the density and the pace make it better or worse for stoner viewing is something, I guess, each stoner will need to answer for him or herself. Lots of bright colors, though.

In 1965 there was nothing new about making cartoons with adult sensibilities in mind. Betty Boop and Bugs Bunny were made to be shown as short subjects to largely adult audiences. Jay Ward’s cartoons a few decades down the line were near-revolutionary for smuggling hip, subversive political humor into what had become an exclusively child-friendly format. What made Roger Ramjet so radical was it’s blend of ‘30s radio style with mid-’60s cynicism, as well as its foreshadowing of our shrinking attention spans, a hyper-condensed proton pill of comedy and commentary disguised as just another dumb, low-rent superhero cartoon. Although it’s barely remembered today, its influence is still evident in most any subversive animated show you can name, even if they’ve slowed things down a bit.

by Jim Knipfel