#Terra dc

[themoonlitsojourner]

His brain is here. His brain is here because she's kissing him.

This is where he wants to be. This is where Dick Grayson wants to be, he's warm. He's warm, and she's almost soft, and she's kissing him and he likes it.

So he's here.

He's wrapped in sheets. Her arm is behind his neck, his hair splayed out across the pillow. Her hair is tangled around his fingers and caught in his mouth and his chest is bare and rising and falling fast and he can feel it.

He's here.

It's cold and snowing and gray white night outside and he's here inside. Warm safe happy.

The country is celebrating, half the world is celebrating, almost Christmas, Christmas Eve, in fact, and he won't be alone, here. Where he is. Which is here. He got her a present. He's excited to give it to her. They're going to watch a movie, or something, and eat and he'll smile and it'll almost be normal.

That'll be tomorrow. Because right now is today. Tonight.

And she's kissing him. And he's kissing her back. And that's his choice, his conscious decision to do, his brain telling his head to tilt and his chin to lift and his mouth to work.

And it's good. He's enjoying this. His hands are running up her shoulder blades. Which is the right spot for them. He's doing what he's supposed to. He's focused.

He is here. In his body.

Here.

It's good. That he's here.

It is.

Here. Where he wants to be.

"Dick-?"

"Present." Cupping her face in his hands and kissing her mouth again, the corner of her lips, her cheekbone, her jaw. Soft. "I'm- yeah, I'm here. I'm right here."

[niagaragrape]

oh terra, i understand you.

[montic0]

"Traitor."

[fucksutawneyphil]

they meet on tuesdays

[i-am-trans-gwender]

People who know Slade and Terra from Teen Titans 2003 when they read the comics

[mysteriousbeetle]

tara hold emote!! base courtesy of @deven895 :)

[theflashzoom]

HORROR MOVIE: YJ Version

I make a list of character's role for most of the YJ characters.

This is what their roles look like.

[stonecoldaries]

harley quinn show as vines

[lesbianology-xx]

Tara Markov is a victim and Slade should be held accountable for her actions.

(screams and war cries start in the background as i get car bombed)

[tameraneanprincess]

Ok I'm back on my punchline shit and i've discussed this with my partner but i wonder if anyone else thinks this?

I think it's so shitty how people can acknowledge Terra is a victim of Deathstroke but can't acknowledge Alexis as a victim of the joker. We can see that they're not perfect victims and even participate in their own abuse the way a lot of grooming victims do...But when it's Alexis she's a "master manipulator who's also secretly manipulating the joker" and like??? I know her comics hype her up as this plot armored badass but like...Alexis is barely an adult if she's one at all when she meets him...She's a high school senior...Do you remember being 17-19? We're you constantly on top of your shit and some highly developed mastermind? I get it she's fictional but people do not give her the grace she deserves and I know it's in large part because of how she's written but goddamn...

[themoonlitsojourner]

It was summer 1992, terrible and humid, humid because Florida, terrible because Grant wasn't coming home this year.

It was ten in the morning when the car pulled up.

The neighbor's dog started barking and Joey looked up, startled, the pencil slipping from his fingers and clattering to the hardwood.

The car was black, big, and sleek. A girl about his age was leaping out, blonde hair whipping in the wind. The driver was invisible from this angle.

Something grabbed Joey's feet in that moment. Something in his chest, something in his heart, a whisper of premonition.

No specific thoughts. No conscious understanding, just his feet pounding down the stairs and a dawning certainty blooming bright yellow and warm in his lungs.

His mother called his name as he flung open the door. The girl was leaning back into the passenger window, shouldering a backpack and arguing.

"I know, I know, you've said it a million times, I get it."

She straightened, rolling her eyes. And then she saw Joey.

"Hey."

A mini salute, and combat boots, and flannel, but the other car door was opening and Joey's attention leapt with his heart.

Stepping out onto the street

--tall and regal and silver and strong

was his father.

Joey's face hurt from smiling. He lifted his hand then dropped it, thought about running into his father's arms, then decided to wait. Vibrating around a single point in space, a single point in time.

His father rounded the back of the car and stopped. He looked Joey up and down, and Joey stood up taller, and his father smiled.

"You've grown."

Yes.

Then the spell was broken and he was running. His father's heart beat firm and steady beneath Joey's ear. His arms felt just how Joey'd remembered. Except Joey was a little taller, now. His head came up nearly to his father's shoulder.

Then his mother was calling his name again. The screen door slammed. She stopped short.

Joey tugged away. Mom, it's-

She lifted her chin. Her arms were folded over her cardigan. "You're early. And unannounced."

She... of course. She already knew.

A smirk lifted Joey's father's mouth. "You would pick those to be the first words you've spoken to me in three years."

In the thick silence spread thin across the distance between them, his mother's shoulders slid down, inch by inch. She shrugged and pivoted on her heel. "You might as well come in."

Triumph lit his father's eye. Someone cleared her throat, and Joey blinked at the strange girl he'd forgotten about.

"Will I get my own room or what?"

"You will." Then, then- his father reached out, and, casual as could be- he ran a hand over her hair.

He didn't even look her way. Eye still focused on the gate leading to their home, it was so second nature. He'd done that a million times.

For three years, Joey has laid awake imagining his father's gruff, loving touch, and his father picked someone to replace him.

...How long? How long before he chose someone else to give his attention? Did- did his father even miss him at all?

"Hey," the girl elbowed his father with a whisper, and even that sent pangs of purple envy through Joey's throat. "You didn't mention he was broken." She nodded at Joey.

"Tara." His father looked at him. "Show some civility."

There's an empty room upstairs. His fingers stung like that time he'd been plunged into ice water. It has a nice window. Joey was not a petty or mean person.

His father laid his hand on the girl- Tara's shoulder, and nudged her forward. "Show her."

Joey swallowed his heart and nodded.

"What? What was that?" Stumbling into step beside him, jogging up the stairs to the front door, Tara asked Joey, or his father, or the world. Somehow, it was hard to tell. She stared at Joey's hands.

I-

The most frustrating part was how futile it was. Joey couldn't even explain himself. He checked over his shoulder, knowing the answer but still disappointed when his father was busy unloading the car. Silver hair hanging around his eyepatch, longer than Joey remembered.

They walked through the door his mother left open and Joey snatched his sketchpad from the entryway table.

It's American sign language.

Her eyes flew to his, still leaning over the sketchpad, a little too close. "Teach me."

His eyebrows flew together and he was lifting his shoulders and palms before he thought about it. What?

Tara shrugged too. Joey guessed she didn't really need to know sign language to understand his reaction. "Teach me," she repeated, still clearly a command, though her tone was less bossy. "You can't speak English, so teach me your language."

It's not my-

He grabbed the sketchpad.

'It's not my language,' he wrote. 'And I can speak English, I just can't'

...He just couldn't speak.

Joey let the sketchpad fall back to the table in defeat.

"Well?" When he looked back up, Tara had her fists on her hips, chin lifted like she was taking his attention back. "Are you gonna teach me or not? What's your name?"

He traced the letters in the air.

"Joey? Well, are you?"

It was the summer of 1992. Grant wouldn't be home. Aside from his paints, and pencils, and piano, Joey had nothing else to do and no one to do it with.

He shrugged and nodded.

Sure.

[defsiarte]

Terra

[theeternalfool]

ong with every new batman movie i watch i hate that bitch a little more. Like this man has an extensive history of doing horrible shit to his kids and not even saying sorry!!!

like ONE ‘I’m proud of you’ is not gonna fix all the previous shit you’ve said and done. And not only that but HE FUCJED BARBARA?????!!!?!?! Oh my god that is wrong on EVERY SINGLE LEVEL,, I do not care how much the writers squash his age down that man is too old for her! without even mentioning the insane power imbalance.

The worst part is he fr never learns, because every other character grows and becomes better EXCEPT HIM!!!! when i catch the screenwriters for the animated batman movies…

[fucksutawneyphil]

tara markov and jason todd i need you to interact. to meet. what if we were both kids trying to survive on our own until we met a man who might as well be God (at least to us) and then were killed by the story itself so the people we were made for would be interested in the story. what if we both had empty graves where we and the stories told about us are memorialized to never be forgotten. what if we were weren’t even 16 when we died and the world moved on and God continued on, and wasn’t it so selfish that you thought you’d be capable of changing God. you are still losing baby teeth. you are unrecognizable to your fellow brother and embrace change because you have never been able to go back. you want to though

[a-flair-for-the-theatrical]

Here are my favorite blonde villains that i think shouldn't be villains anymore.

Did they do terrible things? Yes they did. Do i still want them to get a redemption arc? Yes i do. Do they deserve it? Shiiiiiiiitttttt probably not. Do i care? Not in the slightest bit.

[dc-vs-marvel-tournament]

Since non-Marvel/DC characters are allowed, I'd like to suggest:

Toph Beifong VS Tara Markov (Terra)

Submitted by anonymous