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tree-lizard · 25 days ago
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They don't even need costumes for Halloween now, so convenient
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once-delight · 4 months ago
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✨Bonus✨
POV you trash talk brine shrimp and/or Daniel Molloy
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stararch4ngelqueen · 1 year ago
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jason getting his wisdom teeth out (or generally loopy on painkillers, like maybe post-mission or smth) and rambling abt how much he loves you and his life. adksjkfh sorry he's such a loser i love him to death
This was such a funny/silly idea I swear. Silly goofy cute husband stuff, I need this man 🧍🏽‍♀️
I did this draft at work and I didn’t have chance to look up reference videos, what you see is what you get 🌝
Time written - 9:18 a.m
“How’re you feeling?” You ask towards the large lump of a man casually sprawled over a majority of your couch, dressed in dark lounge clothes with a bandage tied around his right forearm. “Feeling alright?”
“Mm… No,” he answers. He’s still pretty loopy, his attention split between you and the ceiling above him. Maybe it’s the medication making him feel so relaxed, but he looks… content.
“No, wait. I- I’m fine,” Jason slurs, a faint smirk gracing his lips. “I’m perfectlyy fine.”
It’s funny; in an ideal world he’d be more embarrassed than he is, his words mumbled through small mouthfuls of damp, pink tinted cotton. Yet he’s so out of it he can’t care if you judge him or not.
Whether he would recall being hauled into an apartment elevator by Dick while you watched, probably secretly taking photos and videos would be a complete mystery.
Of all the ways you’ve had him the most vulnerable, this has got to be the best.
“How was work?” He mumbles, rubbing at his eyes with one hand.
Work? You question in your head, huffing a little bit. You rarely call in, but today was such a necessity. Thankfully you had an understanding boss, and an understandably reasonable friendship with the eldest Wayne son, who helped you carry such a large hunk of brawn and brain from your passenger seat towards your living room couch. You weren’t sure to play along or to break character to a play you weren’t aware you were involved in.
“Work was fine,” you say as you settle in between the slim spot available on the couch. He looks pretty comfortable there, but he probably would be happier in bed. “You sure you’re not in pain?”
“Mhm,” he grunts, closing his eyes as he tries to rest his head against the back of the couch. He looks as if he could fall asleep at any second, eyes half closed.
Jason looks up at you through slightly glazed-over eyes, his expression making it obvious that he isn’t paying attention to a word you’re saying. In fact, he looks a little surprised that you’re even sitting here next to him.
Something about you being so close to him is stirring up the medicated fog in his head. He can barely feel the stitches that he got earlier in his mouth, or how difficult it was to smile from all the numbing they’d done.
“You’re… right next to me.”
His murmured words are slurred, and they don’t make a whole lot of sense, but they make you smile.
“Yeah,” you reassure him. “Just making sure you’re feeling okay.” Of course—he thinks you’re so beautiful, where did an angel like you come from?
“Just rest here for a bit, alright?” Your hand finds its way to his, squeezing his hand lightly. “Think Dick went to go get something for you to eat. Or maybe Alfred made something for you. I bet you’re really hungry, huh?”
Again, he wasn’t listening to a word you were saying. His eyes peered down to his limp hand, seeing your slim, tiny fingers cradled along his open palm. Your skin was so smooth, so—
“Soft…” He mutters, making you scrunch your lips to refrain from laughing.
“Jason,” you attempt again. “You heard me?”
“Mm.. Yeah.” His gaze flicks back to yours, his head raising just a bit as if a teacher abruptly called his name in the middle of class.
“You look, uh, pretty.” He says, blinking once. “Today. Right now.”
Once more, it took everything in you not to laugh, recalling Jason’s insistence that he’d be perfectly capable on this kind of medication last night.
Oh, you were incredibly aware that he’s dealt with various stitches and removing bullets from his body, broken ribs and resetting bones back into sockets. And death. Sure, he’s explained he’s been on hardcore pain medication plenty of times, and how much it would’ve sucked if he was allergic to any of them. He’s Red Hood, he’s handled so much, he could basically handle anything.
However, as truthful as you understood, seeing him in such a state after removing one wisdom tooth was so … funny. Their were hundreds of other amusing descriptions to describe it, but in the end, it was all so very funny, seeing him all giddy like a little boy holding his schoolgirl crush’s hand.
Even though you’ve been dating for about five years. With a year break in between, give or take.
Maybe it’s because he’s so out of it. Maybe it’s all the meds they gave him messing with his brain. As funny as it was, it was also a relief to see him so relaxed, not as tense as he usually was. Especially during off days when he’d insist he was calm and collected, but the tension in his shoulders never dissipated.
“You look so pretty… Your hair, your eyes.”
His soft comment melts your heart, making you squeeze his hand. “Aww. You think I’m that pretty, Jason?”
Jason nods, smiling lazily at you. You lean your head against his shoulder for a short moment, mindful of his slightly swollen cheek.
“I’m sure you already know that, but… Yeah.” His hand raises yours upwards, a brief flush of heat spreading across his face as he plants a weak kiss along the back of your palm.
“Mm… you’re so gorgeous. I wanna tell you every day.” His voice trails off, eyelids getting heavier by the second, nearly hiding his heart eyes from you. There’s no hesitancy in his voice, no doubt to what he says. Just a simple answer, simple truth.
“So, are you feeling hungry?” You try again, reminding him of what you said earlier. If he was paying any attention. “Dick might be here any minute. He might’ve brought some froyo.”
He has a quiet hum, glancing back up at the ceiling again. “Dick. Dick’s always so thoughtful, y’know? Not as, uh, as much as you though. He’d never be.”
You cock a brow, fighting back any amused response. There it was, something unusually unexpected that Jason Todd would say about someone he insists he can’t tolerate about eighty percent of the day.
Dick being thoughtful? You’re positive the man is now in possession of lots of photos and videos of Jason during the car ride home after the dentist.
“I’m not hungry… but I’d love if you fed me.” His voice is soft, just slightly louder than a whisper.
Your eyes widen considerably, finally releasing a giggle after so long. You gave it your best shot, but your response was enough to make your boyfriend lightly laugh. His face winces, a low grunt leaving his mouth as his hand cradled his cheek.
“Awww,” you take his hand, feeling a little guilty for making him hurt. “I’m sorry, handsome. You can’t laugh for a while, did that hurt a lot?”
Jason gives you his best smile, which is admittedly a slightly goofy grin as he shakes his head, putting on a brave front despite the pain coursing through his head. “Nuh-uh. Not at all… Your hands are so soft, babe.”
You resort to a soft chuckle, trailing your fingers up to ruffle and smooth along his hair. “Thank you, Jason.”
He’s slow to reply, clearly lost in thought with genuine, furrowed brows. If not for the medication, he’d probably kiss you right now.
The doorbell rings, giving you a chance to get off the couch and invite Dick in, who carried with him bags of food and frozen yogurt. Jason had no problem staying where he was, his eyes fully closed as his body sank back into the cushions, seemingly content with couch life.
“Catch him saying anything stupid?” Dick mutters to you as you ladle some soup into a bowl, hellbent on capturing any sort of evidence to use against the man for future purposes.
“Other than him believing I’m still his favorite woman, he thinks you’re a thoughtful older brother.”
“Oh yeah??” Dick chuckles, peering his head over towards the slumped man. “I’d think if roles were reversed, he would’ve left my ass on the curb.”
“Don’t be mean,” you scoff, playfully nudging him with your elbow. “You know he’d at least take you back home.”
“Inside a trash bag in the trunk,” Dick muses, casually leaning beside you on the kitchen counter. “You catch it on video?”
“Left my phone in my purse,” you shook your head, reaching into a drawer to get a spoon. “Stay for a while. See what happens.”
“Babe??” You hear Jason call from the living room. You peer your head out this time, seeing him fully sitting up from the couch, his head turned towards you with focused vision and deep concern written all over his face.
“Wait… weren’t you working today?”
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alias-main · 3 months ago
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Felix: alright kid that’s enough fun. Where’d you say your parent was-
Oswald: who the hell do you think you are!?
Felix:
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markscherz · 9 months ago
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I had a professor in grad school (linguistics) whose surname was Schlangen. Do you think he missed his life's calling to become a herpetologist?
Nah, surnames are super arbitrary. They don't pre-destine people for things. In Denmark, you can choose the surname of your child from those of any direct ancestor, or any of a list of 200 generally available surnames. My wife and I could have given our son the surname 'Storm' just for giggles.
That being said, the joy of an apt surname is not lost on me. But I was today years old when i learned that there is a word for this: an aptronym!
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its-haughty · 3 months ago
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Can I request you draw soushi- nah I’m kidding give us more keishin PLEASE
ok i’ll combine both your ideas into one horrible mess if thats ok
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xcherryerim · 5 months ago
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Imagine calling me a fake jhutch stan when I literally own the limited edition of Josh’s trading card of Cincinnati reds and I got it SIGNED.
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callilemon · 3 months ago
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Okay but Vanitas with his hair down needs to be a thing...Fanart if it is so rare like man's lad luscious long locks he keeps in a rattail....🦋💙
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I took creative liberties with this one 😌💙
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Yess, go explore the fairy land! >:D Would you like a trumpet?
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Cant play instruments so i could only use it as a makeshift weapon, but thanks i guess i have a trumpet now, and yea i guess of you all think i should have a quick look around ill just leave the cave for a second. Nothing bad could happen right? right?!?
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strawblemjoshie553 · 10 months ago
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tadc doodles!
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I ship gangle x pomni :3
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z0mbieparty · 8 months ago
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Funny dot in sky.
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paperglader · 4 months ago
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why people think it’s a good idea to flood ship tags with anti ship stuff is something I will never understand
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brella-boi · 1 year ago
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A glitch in memory
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mrmarchingband · 2 months ago
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Welcome to the pit, Climber!
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Climber has no past experience with any instrument that is known so far, though he did know how to a pickaxe quite expertly, using this information he was chosen for Colorguard but he also chose to do Pit, which he got chosen Xylophone! He'll have a lot of fun this season learning and playing on field
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r-ass-lestrange · 5 months ago
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