#Tim be like: wow how's the weather down there?

[ghostybat]

Damian grows and stops to be at least 5'7 or 5'8 for me because I need him and Tim to be at least one inch off of each other and for them to hold that one stupid little inch over each other heads and act like the other is 4 foot nothing

[yasmindifference]

#4

wow why is it so big... ._. ... and jaytim pls :3

It's been snowing for three days straight, and Gotham has subsided into eerie silence.

That doesn't mean Jason's not patrolling, of course; it just means his patrols are a lot quieter than usual. It also means he's fucking freezing by the end of it, extra layers be damned.

On the bright side, the weather does make an excellent excuse for an extended stay at Tim's place. Someone's gotta make sure the spleenless wonder doesn't get taken out by a stray breeze, and who better than Jason?

That's his reasoning and he's sticking to it...not that anyone's asking. The Bats are too cold to even notice where Jason's spending the night, much less bother him about the whys.

And Tim, to his ever-pleasant surprise, never questions Jason's reason for showing up. He'll just pass him an extra plate of his dinner, or scoot over to make room for him on the couch, or enlist his help for whatever case he's working on, all without hesitation.

Or, like tonight--when Jason finds him already in bed--he lifts his (many) blankets in silent invitation.

A silent invitation that, after a quick change, Jason's more than happy to accept.

Snow is still falling outside the (one-way) glass that makes up two walls of Tim's penthouse suite, but inside it's toasty warm. Warm enough that Jason eschews the shirt he left here a while ago (freshly laundered since) in favor of just the sweatpants he's fairly certain he didn't. They don't look familiar, even though they're very much his size and stacked right next to his shirt on top of Tim's dresser.

Did Tim buy sweatpants specifically for him?

Jason's not gonna question it--too afraid the answer's no--but it's a nice thought.

He slides into bed next to Tim and is immediately pinned down when Tim eels on top of him and latches on tight.

"You're cold," he says with an unhappy little noise...but he very noticeably doesn't loosen his grip at all.

Jason rolls his eyes. "Yeah, it's like ten below, if you hadn't noticed."

"Mm." Tim somehow manages to hug him tighter. "You're the last one in tonight. Even Bruce called it early."

Jason slips his hands under Tim's shirt to warm them against his back. It'd take a better man than him not to enjoy how Tim squirms against him in response.

"Did Bruce call it, or did he get dragged?" he asks idly.

"There may have been force involved," Tim acknowledges.

That said, he yawns and tucks his face in the curve of Jason's neck.

"You made me wait forever," he adds grumpily.

Not that Jason would admit it (and good thing no one's here to call him on it), but that warms him more than the blankets and Tim's body heat combined.

Tim was waiting for him. Jason didn't find him buried in a pile of blankets reading on his tablet after a long patrol because he couldn't sleep, he found him like this because Tim was staying awake until he got here.

He keeps thinking this thing of theirs is uncertain, but...it's not, really. Every time he turns around, Tim's showing him, again and again, how welcome he is.

Maybe he really doesn't need an excuse.

So he doesn't bother coming up with one before he kisses Tim's hair--and, as usual, Tim doesn't ask. He just smiles into Jason's neck and kisses it in return.

"Night," he murmurs.

"Goodnight," Jason says, and with Tim on top of him--Tim trusting him--Tim wanting him--it really is.

Prompt #4 was snuggling beneath the covers! Well chosen! ♡♡

[thesuperiorrobin]

Instagram as Damian’s gf (pt3)

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♡ Y/N_L/N: PROUD to be an American RAHHH🦅🇺🇸🤠 also I’m surprised Damian got illegal fireworks this year.

Barbs_Gor: DAMN. My backside be looking good.

Y/N_L/N: RIGHT! I’ve been telling you.

↳ Jay_Hay: Babs your backside looks like an upside Dorito.

Timmy_Drake: are we not going to acknowledge the fact that after this pic someone’s house caught on fire?🤨

↳ Y/N_L/N: your acting like we caused it 🙄🤚 but prayers to that old lady tho.

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♡ Y/N_L/N: cute Stalker photo. @ whoever took it it’s cute 😘

Dami_Wayne: was this Outside the academy during OUR PROM NIGHT?

↳ Y/N_L/N: YEP! Aren’t we cute pookie bear?🥹 Also we need better security

↳Dami_Wayne: Love I’ve been saying that since we went public.

↳ Y/N_L/N: I know but when do I listen to you🤨

Dicck_GrAy: THATS MY PICTURE. HOW DID IT GO PUBLIC.

Jay_Hay: why does prom look so bland?

↳Y/N_L/N: bc no one spiked our drinks this year

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♡ Y/N_L/N: He drew me like one of his French girls. (Red flag: he said I wasn’t artistic or funny😞)

Timmy_Drake: I’m afraid to ask what you painting y/n.

↳Dicck_GrAy: Me too. I have a strong feeling as to what it is.

Jay_Hay: Was your painting a huge dick?

↳: Y/n_L/N: YEPP! HOW DID YOU KNOW

↳: Jay_Hay: I DID THE SAME THING.

↳: Timmy_Drake: you two are very immature. Especially you Jason.

Dami_Wayne: your time with Todd needs to be minimized and watched.

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♡ Y/N_L/N: wtf is up with the weather in Gotham? First it’s Hell day then it’s pissing rain

Dami_Wayne: how’s your head?

↳ Y/N_L/N: I think I gave myself a concussion.

↳Jay_Hay: how the hell do you manage to slip and fall

↳Y/n_L/N: DO YOU NOT SEE THE DAMN RAIN. I almost died.

↳ Jay_Hay: falling and sliding is such a peasant thing to do 🙄🤚

↳ Y/n_L/N: Remember that time you fell down the stairs and yelled at Tim for it? Remember when you tripped and fell into your pool? Remember when you tripped in front of everyone at the mall and felt so embarrassed you had to trip Tim down too?

↳: Green_Gar: OH SNAP!

↳ Dami_Wayne: Garfield Get out of my girls social. Now.

↳Jay_Hay: Excuse me. Watch your typing. And Tim Had it coming.

↳ Dami_Wayne: Watch it Todd

↳ Timmy_Drake: what did I ever do to you?”

↳ Jay_Hay: your existence was annoying me a little.

↳Dicck_GrAy: wow Jason. Tim’s really feeling the loves right now.

↳ Green_Gar: this entire conversation is going to end up on Gotham news.

↳ Dami_Wayne: Again. Leave my Girlfriends Instagram. I won’t ask again.

For some reason I got the sudden urge to start writing everyday for some reason so that’s what I’m doing 💀

[crimsonwolf715]

I Wanted To Do It Because They Took Me Away From You

(Part 1 of Adventures of the Batfamily)

Bruce Wayne POV

“Damian’s gonna stay here since he’s still feeling under the weather,” Dick says as Bruce comes out of his office for patrol. 

“Sounds like a good decision,” Bruce replies. 

“Also, come say hi to Tim.” 

Bruce walks over to Dick, who holds his phone out. “Hello, Tim.” 

“Hi, Bruce. I heard that the Demon Spawn can actually get sick.” 

“He’s had a cold pretty much since you left,” Bruce says. “And be nice.” 

“Eh…” 

Dick laughs. “They mean it lovingly when they call each other mean names.” 

Bruce sighs. 

“I’ll try to talk them into being more civil,” Dick whispers. 

Bruce nods. “Thank you. Tim, how is the mission going?” 

“Fine. We’re almost done. Just another day or two and I should be back home with everyone else,” Tim answers. “I’ve missed you guys, even Damian.” 

“That’s what happens when you live with a bunch of people and then go somewhere else for over a week,” Dick replies. “I’ve had it happen a lot of times.” 

“I’m gonna head out on patrol. You two behave and make sure you check on Damian while I’m gone, Dick.” 

“I will. He’s mostly over it so he should be fine in the morning.” 

“I know, just make sure that he gets some rest and doesn’t spend all night talking to his many animals.” 

“I will.”  

Bruce wakes up with a sick feeling in his stomach. He opens his eyes and everything around him is blurry. 

“Wakey wakey, Batsy.” 

The Joker appears in front of Bruce and he tries to back up, only to find himself stuck where he is. Another Joker appears next to the first one. 

“Wow, that really did a number on you, Bats. I can’t even tell if you know what’s going on.” 

Bruce tastes metallic, then spits blood onto the floor. He doesn’t feel injured, but the taste is still in his mouth and he can see the blood clearly. 

“Oooo, so high, Batsy.” 

Bruce’s eyes force themselves closed, like there’s some kind of weight on his eyelids. 

Twelve year old Jason jumps out from behind the Batcomputer. “Boo!” 

“Nice try, Jason,” Bruce says, holding a mug of coffee. He takes a sip as Jason starts pouting. 

“You’re impossible to surprise,” Jason says. 

“Not true. You’ll just have to pay close attention,” Bruce replies. 

“Dick has managed to surprise me in this cave twice.” 

“I gotta ask him how he did that. He’s so cool.” 

Bruce smiles and shakes his head. Jason’s eyes are bright as he jumps around in his costume, preparing to fight crime. 

Bruce opens his eyes to see Dick across from him, tied up in his Nightwing costume. 

“Two caught, one to go,” Joker’s voice says, even though he’s nowhere to be seen. 

Dick looks worse for wear. Bruce can see that most of his face is bruised even though his head is down and his arm is in a position unnatural for an arm to be. 

“Nightwing,” Bruce says. 

He doesn’t say anything or pick his head up. Joker walks back in and throws Damian on the floor in front of him. 

“Got them,” Joker says. “Now you can all die together as the happy family you claim to be, on the anniversary of the worst day of your life. We miss baby Jay-bird, don’t we?” 

Dick Grayson POV 

“Please tell me you’ve got something,” Nightwing says as he and Damian take a break on a rooftop. “We’ve been looking for almost twelve hours and there’s no sign of the Joker.” 

“Well I’d love to tell you good news, hot stuff, but I don’t have any.” 

Damian groans and turns his comm off. Dick rolls his eyes where Damian can see it. 

A moment of silence. 

“You alright, Oracle?” 

“Hold on,” Barbara says. 

“Hold on?” Dick asks. 

Damian switches his comm back on. 

“The computer finally figured out where he is, but I don’t know that you’ll get there in time.” 

“Where is it?” Dick asks. 

She rattles off a location and how to get there. 

“I can do it. Come on, Damian. We’re never telling Batman how fast I’m about to drive with you in the car with me.” 

“Go speed racer,” Damian says as they head towards the Batmobile. 

They get to the Batmobile and Dick starts racing towards the warehouse. “Keep watching the feed for me,” Dick says to Damian. 

Damian pulls his phone out and turns on the news. “Twenty minutes until the timer goes off.” 

“We can get there in twenty minutes,” Dick says hesitantly. 

“You don’t sound sure,” Damian points out. 

“I’m sure,” Dick replies, hiding his concern behind a quick smile. 

Damian nods, clearly unconvinced. Gordon calls so Dick puts the video in the corner of the screen towards Damian. 

“We got an anonymous tip on where Batman is,” Gordon says. “We’ve got officers already on the way and I was supposed to contact you earlier, but got busy.” 

“No need to worry. We know where he is and we’re on the way.” 

“That’s good.” 

“How close are the officers?” Dick asks. 

“About fifteen minutes out,” Gordon answers. 

“We’ll meet them there but they are not allowed to go in without us. Joker will kill them without hesitation if he finds them.” 

“I know the rules. I’ve already alerted them that they can’t go in without you guys until the timer hits five minutes. If it hits that point and you guys aren’t there, they’re gonna go in without you.” 

“Wouldn’t want it any other way,” Dick replies. “Bye, Gordon.” 

He hangs up and picks up speed once he gets on a straight road. 

“Weee,” Damian says sarcastically. 

Dick shakes his head, but laughs for a moment.  

Jason Todd POV

Jason turns on the TV and sees Joker on the screen with a bloody and beaten Batman. 

“One hour left until The Batman dies,” Joker says. “Nightwing and Robin are nowhere to be seen and if they’re not quick about it, they’ll get to watch just like everyone else.” 

Jason recognizes the room Batman’s being held in. It’s from the “Funhouse”. Jason doesn’t grab his helmet or take any of his normal tools with him. He grabs one of his pistols off of the table and runs to his motorcycle. 

After securing the pistol in its holster, he speeds towards the warehouse. He weaves through traffic with expert ease and makes it to the Joker’s “Funhouse” in record time. He walks into the warehouse, memories of his brutal beating at the hands of the Joker flashing before his eyes making it hard to concentrate on the task at hand. 

He searches each room until he finds Joker, laughing as he’s telling the camera that there’s only one minute left until Batman gets executed. The method of execution is something else. A cannon-like contraption that’s got smiles and laughs painted on the sides, but instead of a cannonball it has five knives inside of the barrel. Jason grabs the knife out of his pocket and cuts the wires to the camera as Joker pokes Batman’s face while taunting him. 

“You’ll have the same death day as your son,” Joker whispers. “A fitting end, if you ask me.” 

It takes a moment, but Joker hears the camera feed in the corner of the room cut so he turns in that direction. Jason runs towards him and kicks him into the wall. 

“Five… Four…” 

Jason looks around the room to see the timer on the cannon still running. One thought crosses his mind as he makes eye contact with Bruce, who looks like a light breeze could take him out. 

Joker won’t take anything else if I can help it.  

He runs towards Bruce as the timer keeps counting down. 

“Three… Two… One…” 

Jason grabs at his chest, where the knives found home after being shot from the cannon. Joker, who’s getting up after being kicked into the wall looks shocked, then angry. Jason’s vision blurs, then stumbles back. Joker starts raging and throwing things around. 

“I killed you! You’re supposed to be dead!” Joker shouts. “How are you still alive?” 

Jason flips Joker off. “I’m just that awesome, shithead,” he chokes out. 

Police sirens can be heard, so Jason pops three shots off at Joker. One manages to find home in his arm, so he tucks tail and runs. Jason takes one of the knives out of his chest and cuts Bruce free, then falls onto his back. 

Bruce shakily gets on the ground. “Jason?” 

“Heh, I cut the camera feeds so you can feel free to pass out until the police show up with Bluebird and your new brat,” Jason says. 

“How are you alive?” Bruce asks. 

“Ra’s woke me up.” 

“What…?” 

“I had this grand plan to take control of Gotham’s underworld and kill the Joker. I know your stupid rule of no killing, but just him. I wanted to do it because he took me away from you.” 

“Jason, you’re gonna be fine. You can’t die again.” 

“You’re acting fairly normal for a man so high off his ass that he couldn’t untie a rope tied like a child tied it.” 

Bruce’s breathing gets heavier and faster, so Jason slaps him. It’s weak by all standards, but it does the trick. Bruce comes back to reality and starts checking Jason’s condition. 

“Stop it, old man. I guess this is how it should have ended. Dying to protect my family, I like that. I still hate you for replacing me and leaving that scumbag alive, but at least nobody has to lose their dad today.” 

Jason turns his head to the side, then starts coughing up blood. 

“Father!” a voice calls from somewhere else in the base. 

“Damian,” Bruce mumbles, then turns in the direction of the door. 

“I hope you don’t remember this when you wake up,” Jason says. 

Bruce turns back towards Jason and he slams the butt of his gun into Bruce’s forehead. Bruce blacks out almost instantly and crumples into a heap. 

Bruce Wayne POV

Bruce wakes up to the sound of a heartbeat monitor. Steady heartbeat, and someone is holding his hands. He opens his eyes and he’s surrounded by his children. Dick, Tim, and Damian are all sitting in the room around his bed. Dick and Damian have a hold of his hands while Tim’s sitting at the foot of the bed with a book in hand. All of them are asleep in various uncomfortable looking positions. Damian blinks his eyes open and stares at Bruce for a minute before seeming to fully wake up. 

“Father!” Damian lets go of his hand so he could use both hands to reposition. 

Bruce ruffles Damian’s hair, which he accepts with a small huff. It only takes a minute for the other two to wake up thanks to Damian’s ruckus. 

“How long was I out?” Bruce asks. 

“Almost thirty-six hours,” Dick answers after a quick glance at his watch. 

“It took you so long that Drake was able to come back from his mission,” Damian adds. 

“What happened to Jay?” Bruce asks. Dick stiffens up while Tim and Damian look confused. 

“Who?” Damian asks. 

Recognition crosses Tim’s face, then it turns to confusion. “What do you mean?” 

“He was there. He got me out.” 

“Jason wasn’t there, Bruce,” Dick says quietly. “You were the only person there and the feed cut suddenly, so we figured you got yourself out. You were pretty high, so you can’t really trust anything you saw.” 

Bruce furrows his brows, but only acknowledges the statement with a nod. The subject changes to his recovery, which will take a couple weeks so says Dr. Thompkins. Bruce doesn’t say much, letting his kids do the talking. Tim tells him all about the mission he was on and how well it went, while Dick and Damian talk about adding trackers into the suits so they can keep up with each other. 

Everyone quiets back down after a while and eventually falls asleep, so Bruce is left alone with his thoughts. Thoughts about the fact that there should be a fourth kid here with him and there isn’t. That Jason would be here with his brothers if Bruce hadn’t been so reckless and careless. 

Jason POV 

Jason stumbles into his base and people start rushing towards him. 

“Boss, what happened?” one asks. 

They take him to the clinic down the road and the doctor treats his wounds. Once the doctor clears him to leave, he heads back to base. Everyone’s waiting, and looks concerned. 

“How are you planning on protecting us from the Bat like that?” one asks. 

“Bat’s gonna be out for a while,” Jason replies. “He’s being replaced by Nightwing, and I’m pretty sure that you guys can handle the week that I’ll be out.” 

“A week?” another one cuts in. “You look like you’ll be out for at least a month.” 

“I heal fast,” Jason says. “I’ll be back to working in no time. I’m thinking that we change our tactics a little while waiting for the Bat to come back. I want things to be a little more discreet. Give the heroes a false sense of security.” 

He explains the plan to them and they all seem pleased with it. 

“Someone keep tabs on whatever you can find about the Joker while I’m out,” Jason says. 

He heads back to his tiny apartment and crashes.

[wanderingwomanwondering]

Watching 707 eddie was just me whispering ‘wut’ to myself repeatedly.

Whatever tf is going on with eddie is gonna be absolute crazy pants, and not in a clever creative way but in a writers/tim ran out of ideas and/or were body snatched kinda way.

This plot/character choice is just plain old far-fetched to me. I’ve been watching this show since day one and have weathered the ch-ch-changes every new season brings. But wow. Like. The thing they did with eddie in 707 would have felt (somewhat) reasonable in s3 at the height of his grief arc, but it doesn’t feel reasonable to me at all now in s7 after multiple seasons of progress and healing. I know healing isn’t linear which is fine but the issue is moreso that eddie feels so off. Out of character in a way that doesn’t feel organic but instead is just a tptb ‘choice’.

I haven’t quite put all my thoughts together about this season yet but honestly the ooc vibes go beyond eddie. I’ve loved parts of this season but still the vibes the energy the heart…is off!!! I dunno. I’ll try to collect my thoughts and make more sense a little later down the road i guess.

Anyway as of right now I’m at a loss for how I’m supposed to view the 707 eddie choice as anything other than a full-on contrivance. It doesn’t feel even remotely real to me. Just cheap shock and awe.

And yes i know all tv/fiction writing is technically contrived in one sense or another so please don’t @ me. I’m just saying even a complete fabrication like a tv show or other pieces of fiction has to feel organic in order to resonate but the shenanigans with eddie left me like

[poupeesdecirque]

Incomings, WiPs & Plans for February

First of all, my big announcement for this month: I bought the doll base for Howard Link <3 he will be a Charmdoll LaiKa! As the boy got released I instantly knew this will be my Link, I waited almost 7 months the last time so .. I don't think I will see him before summer.

My current incomings look like this now:

No updates on the other bodies or Pallu by now, but that's okay C:

In terms of Work in Progress dolls, those are the dolls that are currently unfinished:

Yup, you see that right. That pile SHRANK down to basically the ones needing bodies and Darjeeling. And Darjeeling is just waiting for a dress to be finished then.

I *could* start on Adam's clothes as I have the pattern and fabrics here but I think i will do that once his body got shipped. For Kanda and Maple I need the bodies for measurements.

Everyone else is finished. Only small adjustments or upgrades left like swapping eyes or shoes. For bby!Allen I am still working on some little additions, like a plushy

Not done cutting parts here, I'm considering doing a scaled up version for personal fun reasons, why not having a huge Timcampy?

Other than that I will most likely spend the next day tidying up my sewing mess and organizing fabrics, buttons and materials, I.. went a bit wild the last days.

Because yeah... you maybe were able to guess it but Lavi is done. Just finished him today, I have yet to put his photos into the queue, I'm trying to sort my mind right now because the last month was a lot. All I can tell right now is that it feels like a huge burden is off my chest, I think the curse is finally broken, he lost his 'tainted' status shortly after I wrote the blog entry about those dolls but now the 'preorders from hell' finally came to an end (I ignore the one going on though I just sit here and wait that's okay) and that's just ... wow. That needs to sink in.

Inbetween I'm working on my assinged page for the redraw project, I want to give it more time than I usually take as this project is special and I draw a lot therefore improve here and there and I don't want to redo the whole thing in like 2 weeks again just because I rushed it x_x'

When Tim is done I will revert to working on Cosplay and will start on my variant of Crown Clown, which is roughly planned for the Dokomi to be finished. I tested some of the materials today and I think this will be a fun project overall as I can be more artistic this time.

While we are at 'artistic' I have an appointment on the 16th to get my 4th tattoo, this will go onto my left arm to continue my sleeve. It's just my sketch, my artist want to mash up several ideas for the border to match more with the vibe of the Manga & the rest of my shoulder.

He was also amazed how well my shoulder tattoo has healed and how great the shading came out. Dunno if I will be able to do much after getting the tattoo but I'm right handed therefore... maybe a bit less on the strenght training then.

Oh, my juggling has advanced a bit, I am now able to catch 3 balls more than once, I'm still not close to juggle 3 balls but tiny steps here.

Doll Photoshootings is the thing getting time cut though, the weather here is awful anyways :/ hope it will get better soon but the days get longer and then I have more time in the evenings.

[bullet-prooflove]

I started watching The Rookie last week and I really, really, disliked Tim at first but then he did something and I was like "Okay that's good I guess." And I hate to admit it but he is slowly starting to wear me down. So I had this idea

I slept with my mouth open when I was asleep like Saturday night (doesn't matter) so my throat hurts and the cold weather makes it worse and on top of that I got a cold. I already went through 2 packets of tissues. just thought how some soup would be nice but i shouldn't really go putside cause the cold air hurts my throat. (And maybe some cuddles but i kinda get a little clingy when i have a cold. You don't have to inset that in the tequest lol) So I was wondering of you could write a fic where the reader calls in sick but Tim shows up with soup even though they don't necessarily get along? If you have time that is. Just some fluff of Grumpy Tim™ taking care of her.😊

Hi,

So I felt the same way in the beginning, like wow you are a dick but then he grew on me.

I'm sorry to hear you are sick, my husband was the same way last week, it's been going around.

The thing is I don't write specific asks unless it's a 'paid' commission and I'm guessing that is not what you want.

If you still want me to write something for Tim feel free to pop a prompt in the ask box and I'll see what I can do.

[fleurcareil]

Second month recap: July

Driving away from Sleeping Giant on 1st August means I've already completed two full months in the road!! Wow!! 🤩 And most amazingly, I still feel fantastic and am not ready yet to start going home by a long shot... 😁 in fact, I'm starting to get a bit concerned about everything that I still want to do in the remaining time, but I'm sure I'll figure it out!

I forgot to check the odometer but it was probably at around 67500 so that means I drove another 6,000 kilometers in the second month and slightly under 13,000 km in total. I still stick mostly with camping two nights in a row in a park (where I drive the absolute minimum), followed by a series of motels/inns/hotels when I drive larger distances, typically 3-4 hours a day interspersed with several breaks at viewpoints, small hikes, towns etc to get a feel of the area. I generally aim to arrive at my sleeping place by 6-7pm latest so that I have enough time to settle in before it gets dark (long summer hours help!) but once in a while I get there earlier around 3-4pm to get a lazy afternoon. And sometimes I only start at 10-11am taking it easy in the morning, especially when it's crappy weather 😅. The joy of absolute freedom to choose how I spend my days!! 🥰❤

I can hardly believe where I was at the end of the first month as that feels such a long time ago... in Matane in the Gaspesie, Québec. So last month, I did the entire Labrador loop which included a large section of unpaved road and more boreal trees than I ever imagined 😝. Got delayed on the cargo boat back to Québec so that resulted in some last minute changes to hotels and tours, then the ever-impressive sea along the Cote Nord all the way west to Québec City, several pretty national parks in central Quebec that were unfortunately impacted by flooding, a stay-over in Montreal and then along the Ottawa Valley via North Bay - Sudbury - Sault Ste Marie to the spectacular scenery of Lake Superior! 🎉 The diversity in the natural environment from maritime to boreal, from sea cliffs to inland canyons & massive lakes is so incredibly huge, and I'm only half way, as the Prairies and the Rockies are still ahead of me! 😍😍

What is constant though throughout is the friendliness of the people I meet, whether it's the staff at the visitor centres and in the parks, other campers or restaurant guests, or even if it's only a short "great day isn't it?" when you're passing each other on the trail or on the water. Canadians are rightly proud of their local area as well as their country, and are truly wanting to share that with others.

I've also come to realize I'm not alone in wanting to pursue my dreams as many have done so before me; from the scallops farmer in Québec to the inn owner in Ontario, several have shared with me their life trajectory often having moved away from the busy corporate/urban life to focus on what's important to them. No one has perhaps dared to tell me I'm crazy 😜 and it's surprising how many people can in some way relate to Chile 😅 so that makes me hopeful for the future!

Lastly, I wanted to share my reflection on the role that cross-country retailers like Canadian Tire, Tim Hortons and to some extent grocery stores and gas stations play in comforting travelers like me and unifying Canada as truly one country... as part of my job, I've ofcourse always known that CT has 507 stores across Canada but I've never felt what that means until now. When driving for 100-300kms in the middle of inhospitable forest without cell reception and literally only a handful of sideroads and buildings, it's comforting to know that at the end of it there will always be a place to e.g. buy a cup of tea & a donut or propane & kindling 😅. Typically, both CT and Tim Hortons will have signs 5-10km upon approach of a town (though mostly run down and overgrown 😉) and there's a real sense of relief & joy that I've been feeling seeing those signs; a combo of gladness that my car didn't break down or was hit by a moose/bear, and of happiness to be back in the familiar human realm (something like that, not sure how to explain). Secondly, it's also unifying to see the same brands in so many different places, as that creates a bond between all Canadians (in contrast, if you would drive equal distance in Europe you would likely have crossed a border with each country having its own brands/language etc). Having the same stores with the same products everywhere you go in Canada creates a commonality that clearly says: I am in Canada 🇨🇦 (actually, because CT stores are built on a standard proto design, I bought firestarters in exactly the same aisle in Pembroke as in Dryden 🤣)... I don't think this comforting & unifying aspect is apparent when you live in an urban area or only travel locally, but this roadtrip has increased my appreciation of both these Canadian brands (and I'm really not a big Tim Hortons fan although the branch in Marathon was phenomenal) .

I've rambled long enough now and need to light the fire 😃, so here's my top ten-ish of best experiences for the second month in chronological order. Scroll to my previous blogs for pictures!

1. Driving the Labrador loop including the expansive boreal forest and the Manic-5 hydro dam, QC/NL

2. Staying at Battle Harbour Island, NL

3. Seeing icebergs on the trails at Red Bay and L'Anse au Clair, NL

4 Taking the cargo boat from Blanc-Sablon to Kegashka, QC

5. Touring the Mingan archipelago (both west and east islands), QC

6. Whale watching at Cap de Bon-Désir & the Marine Discovery Centre, QC

7. Hiking the Mont du Lac-des-Cygnes at Grands-Jardins, QC

8. Meeting Nabil and spending the day in Vieux-Montreal, QC

9. SUPping at Barron Canyon & Restoule, ON

10. Hiking the pictographs trail at Lake Superior & the coastal trail at Pukaskwa parks, ON

11. Paddling on Lake Superior, ON

12. Guided PoW camp hike at Neys provincial park, ON

There's a few that I omitted such as the Manitou waterfall in eastern Québec, park La Mauricie and the Ouimet Canyon that are must-do's if you're in the area but I can't simply name everything that I did! 😉

I'll need to create better Gmaps next time I have internet on my laptop!

2nd month travel;

Total travel since 1st June;

[kryptclonian]

Wow, Tim.. that's.. I don't know how to feel about that. Kon thought as soon as the reason for his last break up was shared. Was it flattering? Sort of. Weird? Definitely. Hot? A little bit. But most of all it was just.. well, shitty. Not like I can talk though when I used to fuck myself and pretend it was you when I was with Cass. He shrugged, still feeling a bit of overwhelm at that information. Who knew, maybe it would put his mind to rest.

As soon as Tim mentioned Stephanie was his first, Kon felt another flare of heated emotion - though this time for different reasons entirely. Stephanie was a great girl, one Kon adored. But it wasn't that kind of jealously rearing its ugly head. Kon had always wanted that connection with someone. Of course, he'd jumped at the wrong person. A flash of red hair. Kon swallowed that down immediately.

He turned to Tim wordlessly, as Tim's mind drifted to the night they first explored each other's body in that hospital closet. A bittersweet memory, at least for Kon. He didn't say anything, just picked up the camera and made sure it was packed gently. He smiled when he heard the loud laughter, returning to the imagery of himself and his other self holding Tim down. There were plenty more ideas where that came from. Oh, I haven't forgotten about that. A wink headed in Tim's direction.

Thought you didn't want me wearing these around Bludhaven? Kon laughed. The weather was hardly suitable for them anyway. A Kryptonian may not be able to catch a cold but they still enjoyed comfort. Don't forget your laptop, nerd. Kon handed him the device to pack away inside the bag as well, before kissing his cheek. Satisfied that everything else was ready, Kon grabbed the trash bag and stepped out onto the balcony to fly down to the complex's dumpster. Gone for less than a minute, Kon floated back feet hovering just above the concrete before soaring over to a lounging Tim's direction to land next to him and snuggle up, resting his head on his boyfriend's chest. He listened as Tim explained what he wanted in their new place before biting his lip as Tim brought up that scene and questioned why he had said that. It was a valid question. Kon nuzzled closer and pressed a kiss to the open collar of his shirt as an apology. You didn't kiss me. That night we smoked weed, you completely missed when I hinted I wanted you to. It reminded me that we were just fuck-buddies and so I thought I'd knock your ego down a peg too. I'm sorry. I didn't really mean it. I just really liked you and it felt like you were only interested in me for my body. So I took a jab at yours. Wasn't cool.

For what it's worth, I never said bigger was better. He leaned up to kiss his lips.

Timothy was known for his dad jokes, they tended to hibernate for a while and then resurface when he spent time with Alfred. Thoughts drifted with Kon-El about whether Timothy wanted a family. Mentally, he responded, so Kon-El could see was uncertain because they were still young. This life was not kind to children, every Robin had been harmed or SAed, and neither of these cities made him want to bring a child into his home who may be ignored because he gets distracted. One day, they could talk about it seriously if they survived a few years.

‘Alright. I’ll think of one.’ The smirk at Kon-El’s refusal to respond faded into a blush of his own as memories from his boyfriend’s perspective of exploring his body and learning about touches. His body locked up, a stir of tingle going right to his dick. A deeper breath was inhaled before his throat cleared. ‘Cruel.’ but in a good way. He would love to see Kon-El masturbate. ‘Maybe later on I can watch.’ since Kon-El was so interested in sharing. 

One brow perked up over his left bright blue eye. Before he could think of the answer, Kon-El started drifting to a sore spot for him. ‘I understand.’ he reassured, remembering their talk on why Bernard was a complex subject for Kon-El. Timothy could not take it back, but he could avoid the details. ‘Not as often as your mind may be creating for Bernard. We were new; I was nervous in the beginning. When we crossed that line, I realized I was using him for comfort.’ Once, he was so obsessed with cloning Kon-El back into existence that he closed his eyes when Bernard rode him one night and pretended it was Kon-El. He felt like shit, refusing to kiss the man because his lips did not feel like Kon-El's. That was the night before they broke up. He crossed a line that was unfair to the other man and it was the hardest thing to do to someone, more so when Bernard thought it was him.

‘Stephanie was a lot more. She was my first and we were young, so you know how that goes.’ Stephanie also liked to egg on Timothy with bickerments that turned into make outs or sex. The woman liked him round up when he was always so calm, as if it were a game. He looked to the magazine as a reference because Kon-El would understand. ‘Masturbating was a lot more before you died.’ He tried not to say it mentally, but his mind drifted to the night of their first sexual experience together, which he used often as it was the only reference. The way those lips felt around him, how Kon-El looked up at him over the shades and how it felt right to crave him. ‘I have not needed to do it currently.’ because they fucked a lot. 

The laugh that came from him was loud. Leave it to Kon-El to think of all the dirty things they could do to their doubles. Something about the image of fucking himself was odd, but seeing two Kon-El’s fuck each other was interesting as hell. More so because they both would talk dirty to each other. Or watching Kon-El fuck him from another angle, not involved yet watching his facial features. It would be like an out-of-body experience. ‘You got to fuck me first. Then we can introduce our doubles.’ he teased, knowing they would work on it but unable to resist. 

‘Yeah, let’s do that.’ His coffee was finished off and thrown out. ‘I do. A later class in the day so we can sleep in a bit.’ He chuckled at how the two had been completely silent this whole time outside but, in their minds, constant chatter. Timothy took over, putting clothes away in his backpack, along with the magazine carefully not to bend it. Their phones were also placed inside since Kon-El did not have his holster. The lube was found and put back into the bag to have it, though he made a note to bring two and leave one here next time for later use. Trash was tied up after the fridge was emptied, dishes were done between them, and clothing was folded, then placed away for Kon-El to have when he came to visit. The white shorts were still on Kon-El. ‘Make sure to bring them home.’ 

He was not kidding. 

When the flat looked back to peak condition, Timothy was the first to jump into the bed, bouncing a few times before both hands went up over and under his head as a makeshift pillow. ‘Come snuggle me, cutie.’ Now that he knew Kon-El liked the word it would be in rotation. ‘When we get back, we can start apartment hunting. It might take a while to find something. I want specific things. A balcony, a tub.’ Timothy did not even hide the flash of that scene where Kon-El fucked himself with a makeshift TK dildo, after insulting Timothy by using one ‘bigger’. ‘Ouch. Why did you take a stab at me like that again? This does not count as my question, by the way.’

[alynicoleee]

Beginning of Forever: Chapter Twenty Six

Title: Beginning of Forever (Chapter 26) Pairing: Tim Lincecum / OFC POV: Third Person - Tim Lincecum Rating: NC-17

Tim woke up with Alyssa still snuggled up in his arms. It was a feeling he hadn't experienced in quite a bit, to wake up with the heat of someone you cared about against you. This time around Tim wasn't going to take anything for granted and he closed his eyes to savor the moment.

He felt Alyssa shift in his arms and realized she was awake. He kissed her head softly and she glanced up at him, a sparkle in her hazel eyes that he hadn't seen before.

"Hi," she whispered.

"Hi," he responded. "How are you feeling. You okay?" He wanted to make sure that she was okay with everything that had happened last night. He didn't care how many times he asked the question - if she ever sounded uneasy in her response he would stop immediately. They hadn't been dating very long and he didn't want her to feel like they were rushing into anything.

Alyssa was blushing slightly, "Did that really happen or did I dream it? Because I don't know weather to feel fantastic or embarrassed."

Tim kissed her softly, "Feel fantastic. Never be embarrassed about anything, especially not with me. But I have to ask, was that really your first orgasm?"

Alyssa tried to hide in his chest but he wouldn't let her. He lifted her chin up and whispered, "Talk to me". He really wanted to know everything about her. He didn't want to overstep or force her out of her comfort zone.

He had to struggle to hear her words, "It was the first orgasm I didn't have to give to myself. Every man I've been with has only cared about themselves."

Tim had a hard time hearing that. This beautiful, shy, sweet and loving woman had never been taken care of by a man like that.

"Seriously? No one ever cared about your needs before?"

Alyssa shook her head but had no words.

"Well. We're going to change that. Because I'm going to make sure you're always taken care of, as long as you'll let me."

Tim brushed her hair back and began to nibble and kiss down her neck. His hands went down to cup her breasts and he heard her moan softly - it was quickly becoming his favorite sound.

"I want to taste you. Is that okay."

Alyssa's face was bright red, her chest was begin to flush as well but she nodded.

Tim continued touching and kissing her but he still wasn't convinced, "Don't be afraid to say No. It's okay."

"Yes Tim. Yes."

Tim started inching himself down her body until he reached her most sensitive area. He softly spread her legs apart and found that she was already extremely wet. Tim decided not to waste any time.

He licked the sweet juices from her outer lips and slowly inserted his tongue inside her. When he moved to her clitoris Alyssa jerked as if an electric current had hit her. He smiled as he told her to relax, "It's okay. Relax."

He held her legs open and began to apply a concentrated effort on her clit - licking and sucking softly.

Alyssa began to utter soft moans as she began to allow herself to enjoy the moment.

With both hands, Tim cupped her breasts and started playing with her nipples by pulling them lightly and pinching them. He continued licking her clit and Alyssa's movements soon became uncontrollable and she was lost in pleasure. After some time she started jerking violently and her quiet moans became louder until she reached her peak and let go.

Her hot juices flowed out and Tim cleaned her up with his mouth. The sensation was as good for him as it was for her. He felt intense pleasure knowing that he could give her something that no one else had.

When her body had relaxed, Tim positioned himself next to her. She was breathless as she smiled at him and panted, "Wow".

He smiled at her as she blinked a few times and then moved lower down the bed. Tim knew what she was trying to do and grabbed her and pulled her back, "Nope. Let it be about you right now. You don't need to do anything else."

He stroked her cheek and she placed her hand over his and shyly whispered, "Condom?"

Tim smiled and playfully jabbed at her, "Are you asking for sex?"

Alyssa tried to bury herself in his chest and he hugged her tighter and kissed the top of her head. "I don't want you to be uncomfortable baby. Don't be scared to talk to me - about anything - sexual or not."

She pulled back and he looked down to see her eyes glistening. She leaned in, kissed him, and whispered, "I want you inside me. I need that connection."

Tim was more than happy to oblige. He reached over to the nightstand, pulled out a condom and swiftly put it on. With one deep, slow thrust, Tim was in.

Tim settled into a slow and steady rhythm, as slow as he could, in and out.

He kissed her passionately and Alyssa lightly bit his lip and then planted kisses down his neck. He felt her legs wrap around him tightly and he continued his slow thrusts - intent on making the moment last.

When Alyssa came, she came softly with a small hitch in her moan. Tim froze, buried deep inside her, allowing her time for her body to relax again.

Tim starting moving again, small grinding movements, never pulling himself out completely.

Alyssa was quickly becoming more vocal, "Oh, sweet god, that feels so good."

Tim smiled as Alyssa whispered in his ear, "Cum with me".

He didn't need any more encouragement. Alyssa let out a deep moan and Tim collapsed on top of her, unable to hold himself steady any more. They shook together in near silence, trembling as their orgasms crashed over them.

Tim laid on top of her, between her thighs, spent. After a few deep breaths he slowly slid out of her and went to discard the condom.

Tim climbed back in bed and wrapped Alyssa in his arms, getting lost in the warm afterglow. He kissed her neck softly and she reached up and ran her fingers through his hair.

After a long time laying there, tangled together, they dozed off back to sleep.

[harlivy-timkon-supremacy]

GUYS CAN WE **PLEASE** TALK ABOUT THIS

DO YOU GUYS KNOW WHAT DAMIAN GAVE TO EACH OF HIS FELLOW BAT SIBLINGS??? Because these are all real established items in DC canon!!

I’m going to work my way back from Dick, because, OMG. 

Damian gave Dick the Sword of Sin. If that sounded vaguely familiar to you, you might be an Azrael fan because that is his preferred blade to use. What is so special about this sword??? It’s ability:  The Sword of Sin can be ignited with the mind of the wielder, if the person is powerful enough. The sword has the ability to conjure in the mind of its victims all of the sins for which they are guilty or have not atoned for.       Golly gee, I wonder who this might be super effective against. You know. Giant bat guy with a guilt complex bigger than Texas. You can bet your butt Dick is going to send Bruce through a series of ‘Nam war flashbacks before this series is over. I can absolutely see why Damian would give Dick this weapon here, as he’s known Bruce the longest. I can easily see what part in this story Dick is going to be playing as he clearly has the most directly effective weapon against Batman. Damian’s favoritism here is both sweet and a little cruel if you think about the context much. 

Now let’s talk about Stephanie’s weapon, and yes she very much is Damian’s older sibling even if she isn’t a Wayne. Damian gave her the Coup-Stick of Black Bison (A DC Super Villain.) What can this staff do???   The mystical power of the coup-stick can animate material objects and in so doing, command these objects to do its bidding. This power cannot affect living biological material, but can affect non-living organic tissue. Black Bison once used the coup-stick to re-animate the stuffed remains of a white stallion (as well as other animals). Black Bison has also used the coup-stick to control the weather, such as summoning a strong wind to deflect attackers.      Guys Damian gave Stephanie a weapon that will allow her to call on back-up, and COMMAND her own creations, a weapon that allows her to be a leader!! Something she has wanted for a long time??? Also, it sounds like it has the power to control the weather??? Damian really said #girlboss and how much he loves her without actually saying it. I cannot stress enough how well DC could do her justice in this series if they at least tried.

Now, wow. Damian really straight up gave Jason’s dramatic ass the actual Trident of Poseidon, which is an unbreakable weapon that that serves as an extension of the wielder’s own power. Damian really gave Jason not only a King’s weapon, but a godly weapon. What other powers it has might not be relevant to whatever power it might awaken with Jason as its wielder.       Damian really cut out the middle man and just said, “Look, you are stupidly strong. I’m going to give you a stupidly strong weapon. Have at ye!” And you know Jason is going to wield that thing like he’s Poseidon, rightful ruler of the sea. I literally cannot wait to see Jason just absolutely power-housing his way through whatever gets in his way.  

Lastly, but not least in the slightest, Damian gave Tim the Cloak of Cagliostro! Which I want to acknowledge right off the bat, 🎶one of these things is not like the others~🎶 And thank Rao for that, because:  The Cloak of Cagliostro is a magical item which allows the wearer to teleport, and to become intangible, and invisible.      That is the *cutest* Easter Egg ever! Gotham Knights acknowledgement of Tim’s teleporting anyone????? Tim was the only one Damian gave a defensive weapon, and not an offensive weapon to. And that makes sense, because Tim is a defensive fighter! Tim never has to be the strongest person in the room. He just needs to be clever enough to use what he knows to win. Instead of giving him a weapon to swing around, Damian gave him something that Tim could use to protect himself, and actively use to make ALL of his skillsets stronger, not just his fighting power!!! This! Is! NOT! Damian looking down on Tim or considering him weaker. He’s playing to Tim’s strengths! He literally gave his big brother a cloak that straight up is like a cheat-code of meta-powers that would suit Tim SO WELL, because he knows Tim will be able to use those abilities to bullshit levels of effectiveness!! 

It genuinely looks like thought went into what weapons each of the Robins were given. I know fanon likes to bash on Damian or bash on his relationship to his siblings, or vice-versa, but in canon it has been clear for some time now that Damian considers all former and current Robins his family. (Including Tim. He refers to Tim as Timothy nowadays, and calls him his brother, that’s not fanon) No matter if Damian is not himself right now, he’s genuinely looking out for all of their best interests, and is ensuring that each one of them is as well-equipped as possible. 

Regardless, genuinely curious to see how each of these weapons will be used by their respective Robins, and how this will all end up. Hopefully, it ends with a giant group hug that will break the internet. (Also, ngl, I hope if Tim gets a new superhero identity soon his new suit will play off of Gotham Knight’s Tim’s abilities or be based off this cloak. Just think that would be neat ✨)

[coffee-latte-sprite]

Batboys w/ a writer s/o

Masterlist

Dick Grayson

Thoughts on work

He would like reading what you wrote

He will however complain about 99% is happening

"there's to much dialogue"

"this scene is to long"

"why isn't he dead yet?"

Although, with all of his complaints, he does have GOOD pointers

You rework dialogue and make it better/shorter and you readers like it

"wow, this is so good!! Super realistic!"

"omg, the feels!"

You shortened scenes and make them more meaningful

"wow this scene is great!"

"this scene is so heavy!"

Dick's very helpful on helping you cut out the fluff and bring out your REAL writing

Help on works

Like before, he'll help you on constructive criticism

He will also help you play out scenes

"I don't know if this scene is right."

"well, how about we play it out."

"play it out?"

"yeah, I'll be Drew and you be Ellie, I'll stand here and you stand there"

*you play it out*

"yeah, I would rework that scene Y/N."

He'll also be unknowingly really good at book quotes

*dick says one thing*

"OMG DON'T MOVE! WHERE IS MY JOURNAL, I NEED TO WRITE THAT DOWN!"

"you just told me not to move"

Editing

This boy is a criminology expert, not an English one

He can't edit, edit

Like prepositions, run one sentences, stuff like that

He although, will catch wrong word usage

Like, your or you're

Or, there, their, and they're

He catches that stuff like they are highlighted in the text or something

It amazes you everytime

"wow, you caught all that?"

"yep, what would you do with out me?"

Overall, 8.5/10

Part 2

Jason Todd

Thoughts on works

He will really like your writing

He will want to read every chapter that you finish

"can I read it?"

"no, I'm only half way done."

"okay. . . Can I still read it?"

He'll be very supportive of everything you write

Which makes you doubt yourself sometimes bc of how supportive he is

So you once tested him on your writing by giving him a chapter you barely put effort in

"babe, this is really good but....*goes on full rant on how your writing is good, but you need a break because the quality of recent chapter is not your best*"

So, now, you are ALWAYS happy to give Jason a chapter to read over

Help on works

He is the BEST help on your books

For example, he knows those weird facts

Don't know how to hot wire a car? Jason knows

Don't know how long a person can live with a bullet in them? Jason knows

Don't know how long someone could stand in -23 degree weather? JASON KNOWS

He knows all of that

Sometimes it scares you

"so, if someone fell from the height of two feet, it could cause *some terrifying injury*"

"oh yeah, seen it happen loads of times"

He will also be a great inspiration for characters

Jason's backstory was used for half of your characters

Came from nothing, and did something wonderful

Many of your characters have the same arc

He also has great ideas, that it's insane

4 of your books are just from Jason's late night talks

"Y/N, you know, what if there was a story where a kid was kidnapped and the kid's stuffed animal, monster under their bed, and imaginary friend were the ones to save them. "

"...give me my journal"

Editing

He's a great editor

Knows all of the run ons, verb-noun agreements, ALL of that

He also would never make fun of you for your mistakes

He would silently correct them like they weren't there

He'll also make sure that you are using words correctly

Like making sure that you have the right words dealing with laws, chemicals, and latin

He'll also be a great editor for other languages

Especially since he know like over 30 languages

If one of your characters are bilingual, he'll make sure their dialogues are also correct

Overall, 11/10

Part 2

Tim Drake

Thoughts on works

He will like you work

When he has times to read it, that is

He's a really busy guy, and he doesn't always has time to read your works

He'll feel really bad about that, but you understand

You have to understand

Although, when he does read your works, you always make it really special

It basically turns into "date night" for you two

It's so cute

Help on works

He'll teach you stuff

Like how to write faster

What sites to use to find certain information, without the FBI knocking on your door

He's also a great help on inspiration for characters with addictions

*cough* *coffee* *cough*

You are able to write all steps of addiction with Tim

The need for [substance], the shakes, the withdrawals

Tim was so impressed with your knowledge of addictions that you didn't have the heart to tell him that you were just writing about him last Friday night

Also, a great inspiration with sleep deprived characters

Plus, your readers started seeing a trend of 99% of your characters haveing something related to Tim

Editing

He'll be a great editor to

But, by the time he reads it, it's past the deadline for you story

"I'm so sorry! I was so busy with-"

"i know, that why I had my editor look over it"

*pouting*

"fine, you can look it over to"

"yay!"

He will go so indepth about editing

He'll double check everything your editor has done

He will even find some mistakes they did

Overall, 7/10

Older!Damian Wayne

Thoughts on works

He will enjoy reading your works

He'll keep them on a self in his study and look at them with a smile

When you ask him what he thought about your story, he's honest

Not like, painfully honest, but close

"beloved, I believe that this character is a foil to Mark, it was to obvious for the plot and need to fix it, this is not your best work."

*translation* "i love you, but this plot is to easy to see, give your readers something to be stumped on, you usually do. :)"

Help on works

He's a great help on your stories

When you are writing, he won't bother you, but wordlessly get you what you need

Water

Food

Titus

And, when you are writing and he has nothing to do

He will sit in the room where you are working

He'll either read or draw you

He loves seeing you when you are concentrated

He also inspires characters that have his qualities

Adoration, sarcasm, devotion, great artist vision

Also, he's a great inspiration on character development

No one can rival your work when you write about character development

NO ONE

Editing

He's a good editor

Points out misspellings

Points out typos

But, he's more concerned with the book cover

He's all about aesthetics

And a trend

All of your books are like puzzle pieces on the spins

Like, when you put all your books together on a shelf, they make a picture

It was a big hit with you readers

He's personally designed three of your books and had Alfred the cat be the tie breaker when deciding which cover went with which book

The other brothers and sisters also made one cover as a collected effort

It was really sweet

Didn't have anything to do with the story inside, but it was sweet

Overall, 10/10

Permanent Taglist: @royalmuffinsworld

[bizarreandjarring]

Love how talljon and tallmartin meet their shorter counterparts and are like "haha tiny man. Tiny"

yes!! they're both just like "wow baby man haha how's the weather down there"

i personally think that smallmartin and smalljon are like the bestest friends, they're plotting to take down the Talls together, they're attempting to get into the movies with one ticket by martin wearing a trenchcoat and sitting on jons shoulders, they're huddled in a corner whispering and scheming to prank tim

i believe in Smalls supremacy

[marauderundercover]

A Guide to Love and Coffee Ch. 10

Come on Eileen

AO3

Prev

Marinette Dupain-Cheng didn’t ask for much in life. She’d like a permanent solution to the villain that was tormenting her hometown, but for now she would settle for the little solutions that were temporary. She had a good relationship with her friends and family. She had an amazing boyfriend and a great job. She was doing well in school. Apparently, when counting her blessings, she’d forgotten to add ‘not being kidnapped’ before she moved to Gotham. Because now, here she was, being kidnapped for the second time. It was kind of frustrating. Technically, she could (probably) break free. She wasn’t weak by any means, and she had Tikki with her as well. The problem was that Ladybug couldn’t show up on the other side of the world. Hawkmoth would notice. She didn’t doubt that the man had some kind of news alert set up for her if she appeared in news outside of Paris. But that led her to this situation. One that she did not appreciate.

“Is there a reason you’re putting me in a freezer?” She asks the man in front of her. He frowns at her.

“Aren’t you scared?” He asks incredulously. She snorts.

“Of you? No. Of the amount of work I’m going to have backed up on my desk when I get back to the office? Yes. My supervisor is out on vacation right now. Much needed, but still. That means that all of her secretarial work that she usually does is delegated to me. And believe it or not, Mr. Wayne is not particularly organized when it comes to his schedule as a CEO.” Marinette says with a sigh. It was an understatement. Trying to get him to show up for meetings (prepared and on time) was almost an entire job itself. Which was weird, considering the fact how he always seemed to be able to show up and crash her and Tim when they were hanging out at the manor.

“Well, if you’re not scared now, you will be when I turn the temperature down!” The guy threatens, though his voice waivers slightly. Marinette sighs.

“Do what you must, but this isn’t going to get a reaction out of any of the Waynes. At most, you’ll have an angry journalist hunting you down.” She says. The man frowns.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asks, pausing as he’s closing the door.

“My Uncle is Clark Kent.” Marinette says. The man shrugs, obviously not afraid, and shuts the door. Once he’s gone, Marinette spares a glance at the camera in the corner. Okay. So she couldn’t transform, and she couldn’t even talk to the kwamis and ask them for help. Or advice. She shivers. Hopefully it won't be too long. Letting out a soft breath, Marinette shivers again. She’d never liked the cold. Especially cold where it was just cold for no reason. If the weather insisted on being cold, she wanted snow to back it up. Something pretty to counteract the negative feelings that the cold gave her. But there wasn’t a single snowflake in the freezer. Just the bitter cold making her eyes droop. Yawning, Marinette lets her eyes flutter shut. If she couldn’t attempt to break out, then she was going to get caught up on her sleep.

---

Conner Kent was a worrier. If anyone asked, he would deny it every time. It didn’t fit the persona that he presented for everyone else. But, it was true. He was a worrier. Especially when it came to people he cared about. Especially if those people were completely human and accident prone. He also liked to think that he’d developed a sort of sixth sense for when Marinette was in trouble. After all, she’d been like a little sister to him the entire time he’d known her. When he saw an incoming call from Tim, he knew something had happened.

“What happened?” He says, in lieu of a greeting.

“Wow, Kon. Not even a ‘hi’ or ‘hello’?” Tim asks sarcastically. Conner huffs.

“Hi, hello. What happened?” He asks. Tim lets out a breath.

“Mari didn’t show up today. And she didn’t call to let us know that she’d be late and I’m kind of freaking out because of the whole Mad Hatter really likes her thing.” Tim rambles out. Conner frowns.

“Isn’t he still in Arkham? I thought you guys could keep your villains locked down for at least a month.” Conner huffs out. Tim scoffs.

“Of course he’s in Arkham. But other Rogues aren’t. And if he’s shown any interest in her while in Arkham or while telling other Rogues, who knows- oh shit.” Tim stops and Conner feels his stomach drop.

“What?” He asks.

“She’s being held in a freezer.” Tim says quietly. That’s all Conner needs to hear before he’s dropping his phone and heading towards Gotham as quick as he can. Forgot Bruce’s stupid ‘you can’t be a hero in Gotham now just because your family is here’. That’s the least of his worries right now. Right now, he needs to focus on his little sister and finding her before she freezes to death.

---

Conner’s heart sinks as his eyes are immediately drawn to the slumped form of his cousin when the freezer door is thrown open. Rushing over to her, he tries not to panic at her lack of reaction.

“Marinette? Mari? Hey, wake up.” He says, shaking her gently. Nothing. He tries to listen, freezing as he struggles to hear her heartbeat. She couldn’t be- she wasn’t dead. Not Marinette. She couldn’t. Desperate to try and wake her up, he wraps the blanket he’d brought around her and pulls her into his arms before rushing out of the freezer. Instead of staying inside, he rushes out of the building and into the uncomfortable heat outside. It was one of the rare hot days of September.

“Kon?” He hears a voice say softly. Dick’s voice. Conner shakes his head, biting back his tears.

“She’s not- she’s fine. She has to be fine.” He says stubbornly. He glances up at Dick, glad he can’t see the pity in his friend’s eyes. He doesn’t need the pity. Because Marinette is okay. She’s fine.

“Kon, I’m not- the readings-” Dick tries to say, but Conner cuts him off.

“No. She’s fine. She’s Marinette, she’s fine.” He repeats, holding her a little closer. Dick frowns.

“I’m sorry Kon.” He says softly. Suddenly, Tim’s landing in front of him, an unreadable expression on his face.

“Is she-” He starts, his voice cracking. Conner shakes his head.

“No. Marinette’s fine. She’s fine.” He insists. Before Dick can argue with him again, Marinette makes a small noise. Conner gasps, looking down at his little sister.

“Mari?” He says softly. She doesn’t answer, but shifts slightly.

“Oh my god.” Dick says under his breath before pulling out a phone. “B, she’s alive. Gonna need an ambulance on location.” Conner lets out a sigh of relief. She was alive. Marinette was alive.

Next

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[lifewithdavefarts]

DaveFarts - Episode 10 “The Elevator” [Episode List] After visiting a friend’s house, Tim and the gassy-as-usual Dave take a really slow elevator together.

The Elevator

I took a quick sip of beer as our friend Adam left the living room to get another can in his fridge. What was left was a weirdly awkward silence and Dave, with his own beer, glaring at me.

“Dude,” he whispered. “It’s been a hour. I thought you were gonna tell him.”

I chose Adam as the first non-Dave bud to come out to, but it ended up being surprisingly hard to do. It’s not like Dave was forcing me or anything, or that Adam was a bad person; on the contrary, Dave was simply there with me as my emotional support in case things go south (but we both know they won’t) and Adam was, well, just Adam. Dave’s rightful reaction to me not coming out as planned didn’t bother me and as I said he wasn’t there to intimidate a confession out of me.

“Look, I don’t feel ready, okay?”

“You’ve been talking about the weather for 20 minutes.” he hissed. “What’s next? Geology?”

I chuckled. “Actually, this reminds me that they found this weird rock in South Amer-“

“I can’t believe this.”

“What’s not to believe? You take a big shovel and-“

“And I’m gonna dig my own grave if you start talking about rocks.”

I chuckled again. I know he wasn’t really mad.

Annoyed? Maybe. But mad? Nah, that’s a stretch.

He had all the rights to be annoyed though, but in the end it was my decision to make and he knew this.

We kept whispering as we heard Adam rummaging the fridge like some kind of raccoon longing for a cold drink.

“Look.” I said. “it’s late now anyway. Let’s just leave. Sorry I wasted your time.”

“Fine.” he replied. “Let’s finish our beers first at least.”

“That goes without saying.” and I took a long sip.

Truth is that I hadn’t any real reason to hide my homosexuality from Adam or any other of my buds actually. First, we’re in our 20s, we’re all mature and open-minded here. And in the end, excluding the whole fart-thing going on with Dave, they were all like him, chill guys. Adam, despite always sounding like someone who wants to have none of your shit, or anyone’s shit really, more than once proved that it’s just a facade and not-so-deep down he’s always ready to listen and back you up whenever you needed it. He did just listen to me talking about the weather for 20 minutes, so either he’s fascinated by the subject or knows I’m trying to tell him something else and is just patiently waiting.

The thought of wasting both of my buds’ time in a way or another kind of bothered me to be honest, so I was more than okay with wrapping things up and just leave, which me and Dave did mere minutes later.

“See you bro.” my bud said to Adam, standing by the door, as we went outside in the hallway, not far from the stairs and the elevator “Tim wants to talk about rocks so I’m taking him out of here before he kills you with boredom.”

“The one they dug up in Colombia?” Adam asked, much to our surprise.

“Yeah.” I answered. “They know it’s andesite but it has some interesting carvings on the surface and-“

A startled “What the fuck.” from Dave echoed in the hallway and the entire apartment building.

“What the fuck indeed.” Adam uttered, rather excitedly, completely missing the point. “This could change the archeo-history of the entire region.”

“I heard enough.” Dave said as he walked towards the elevator.

Both me and the other rock-enthusiast laughed at his reaction.

“By the way, I’m going to join you for a bit as I gotta walk the dog.” Adam remembered, reaching for a leash behind him.

“We’ll see you outside then.” Dave replied and then turned to me. “Tim, elevator, now.” he ordered.

“You sure, guys? You remember that thing is slow as shit, right?”

“We’ll be fine.” my bud said, patting my back. “I guess I’ll make Tim last longer then.” he joked.

“That only happens when you call me ‘daddy’” I joked back, as we walked towards the elevator, leaving our common friend behind.

“Rrrright.” Adam said. “I’ll get the dog while you two solve your sexual tension. See you outside.”

I pressed the button to summon the lift, Dave’s arm still around my shoulder as if he had something to show me. Truth to be told, I somehow knew where this was going.

As the panels of the door opened, we stepped into the elevator cab. I pressed the “G” on the control panel. I heard a mechanical noise and the elevator started its long, slow descent (we were at the 10th floor), after the doors closed behind us of course.

It was a cold evening and the cab wasn’t any warmer. I turned to Dave, who was wearing a dark blue hoodie and a pair of grey jeans. He looked at me with a smirk, hands in his jeans pockets; he raised his eyebrows and, without warning, a loud thunder echoed in that enclosed moving space.

The roaring fart had a slow start, with some interruptions, actually a sign for how big it was, but Dave, being an expert, quickly tamed the gassy beast and properly “tuned” the sound of the blast after a couple of seconds, keeping a consistent pitch, while also making it sound loud and deep. It felt like he was ripping one of those huge “when the girl finally leaves” farts, only, well, Dave-sized, which is always a sight to behold… hear? In this case there was no girl so he probably simply held all of his farts in to not ruin “the moment”, in case I wanted to come out back at Adam’s place (with beer acting as a bonus fuel).

A silly smile was drawn on my bro’s face as the fart kept going strong and proud, sometimes reaching some incredibly loud moments. He chuckled a bit and even winked at me when the blast made some particularly “meaty” noises, if that makes any sense. The fart was impressive on his own but Dave “interacting” with me while still masterfully passing gas was incredible as well (and, of course, hot).

The number 6 on the control panel lightened up and only in that moment I realized two things: the first being that the elevator was indeed slow as fuck; the second is that around 40 seconds passed and neither Dave nor his fart “flinched”. I was widely aroused by that and I felt the air around us getting more and more “polluted”, but not in an unbearable way actually. The blast kept echoing inside the elevator and I’m pretty sure that it could have been easily heard, albeit a bit muffled, by anyone taking the stairs.

Dave farted in my face many times, but no fart reached the length and power of this one, which is saying a lot. My bud’s butt-burps normally last around 6-12 seconds and don’t get me wrong they’re amazing, but man, maybe this one rip would have been too much to endure even for me: it simply wouldn’t stop. It’s like there was a loud engine in the elevator which couldn’t be turned off as I couldn’t hear anything else.

I was instead the opposite of turned off and teasing bastard Dave Maning knew this and, as usual, had no issue with it. At this point it was a race between Dave’s longest fart and the world’s slowest elevator.

We were now at the 3rd floor and my bud probably wanted to do a “big finale”; he was visibly pushing the blast out now, as if he wanted it to last as long as possible, a smirk still drawn on his face. He closed his eyes and the sound made it look like another fart was ripped over the sound of the previous fart, as if two audio channels in his ass somehow overlapped. The sound was of course louder than ever; the smell now, and only now, getting a bit hard to get used to. But to be honest, Dave’s skills as a sound designer alone were impressive enough.

A big part of me, mainly the one between my legs, wanted to get on my knees and plant my face in his denim ass before the fart faded out, but I knew that would have been too much even for such a chill guy like him. I’m sure he wouldn’t hate me or anything at this point but we both know there are some untold boundaries and honestly it’s better this way. I know how lucky I am to have someone like him around (farts or not).

My farting bro probably read my mind as he slowly turned around and got closer, again without affecting the fart’s quality and, being a bit taller then me, basically farted on the upper part of my hip. It almost made my entire body shake due to its power and it felt good. Now I really wanted to bend down as if I was tying my shoes but what stopped me this time was also the thought of… not surviving. I was familiar with Dave’s farts but this was absurdly powerful even for him.

And finally, as Dave resumed his previous position, again looking at me, the fart stopped, followed by my friend letting out a relieved whistle, and then an immature cackle.

Not even 2 seconds after that the elevator reached its destination, stopping as well. I jokingly clapped my hand and shook my head in disbelief. “Bravo!” I said, as if I just watched some fancy stage play.

Dave simply smiled and turned his back at me to face the exit, as we both waited for the just-as-slow panel doors to open.

“At least not all the time here was wasted.” he laughed.

“Bro, we had a beer together. That’s never a waste of time for me.” I replied.

“Wow. Rocks, gay and cringe. You got it all, Tim!” he replied.

We both laughed at me being needlessly cheesy and finally stepped out of that gas chamber. Someone stepped in the cab as we left it and the doors closed, leaving us in the hallway at the ground floor. We heard muffled coughing noises almost immediately and we laughed again, as we knew the disgusting reason. Poor, innocent soul.

“Ok but bro” Dave then said, looking a bit more serious. “You gotta do it someday. Trust me you can trust all of us.”

“I know man.” I replied, as we walked towards the exit “Next time I meet Adam, doesn’t matter where and when, I’m gonna tell him that I’m gay.”

My voice echoed in the building and through the stairs, but I didn’t care.

“You’re… gay?”

Okay, I cared.

We both turned around, puzzled.

It was Adam, right behind us (with this dog on leash), descending one last set of stairs before ending up in front of us. Somehow he’s been slower than the elevator, which both me and Dave found hilarious but I also had other emotions going on that moment.

Dave patted my shoulder encouragingly and stepped back: it was my time to shine.

“Yep.” I simply said. “I wanted to tell you hours ago but I didn’t have the guts to do it.”

Adam just stared at me with a confused expression.

I didn’t feel as nervous as I anticipated. “Yes, Dave knows it…” I quickly added, noticing him staring at my other straight bud. “And I asked him to not tell anyone.”

A moment of silence followed and those always feel like they last hours.

“I mean you two clearly have been dating each other for years” Adam joked. “So it’s no surprise, really.”

“WHAT WE HAVE IS SPECIAL!” Dave shouted, jokingly faking a desperate reaction.

I simply laughed and before I could process how well everything was going I felt Adam doing something very unusual for him: he hugged me.

“I’m glad you told me, man.” he simply said. “You know you can count on us.”

I know times have changed and all but this felt like a victory. Every time I’m gonna come out to a friend of mine it’s one step closer to the peak of a mountain and once at the top I will finally-

“Fuck, I forgot my phone.” Adam said, patting his pockets. “I’ll just take the elevato-“

“NOOO!” both me and Dave screamed, knowing that it was still a deadly gas chamber.

Adam simply replied with an annoyed expression and went for the stairs, the dog just behind him.

“Oh hey by the way.” I asked. “What took you so long? You said the elevator was slow but somehow we made it here before you.”

“Don’t underestimate me.” he replied. “It’s just that I heard some weird noises echoing through the stairs and me and another guy tried to understand what it was.”

Dave tried to not to burst into laughter, while I simply smiled like an idiot. Adam and his dog then went up the stairs and left us in silence, not until my gassy bro decided to break it the way he usually does.

A loud fart erupted and echoed through the building, only lasting around 4 seconds this time.

“There it is again!” we heard Adam say, a couple floors above us.

Me and Dave shared an amused look and went outside trying to not laugh like immature idiots. I felt the cold weather all over me, which was relieving considering the gas trap I’ve been trapped into only minutes earlier.

Despite a slow, yet really entertaining elevator ride, and my awkwardness, no time went wasted today.

“I’m proud of you, bro.” Dave said, this time serious, but still smiling.

“Wow.” I replied. “Straight and cringe. You got it all, Dave.” and winked at him.

“Don’t get too cocky now, rock nerd.”

I was rock-hard, to be more precise that’s for sure, but that was a detail I’d take care of later, perhaps thinking back of that absurd elevator ride. Whenever I’m with Dave, I’ll make sure we’re never taking the stairs again.

End of Episode 10

[mxtantrights]

PAST LIVES - 4 blurb

here comes the time where Ricard Grayson infiltrates the reader’s day. I think Dick plays up the eldest sibling to a t, whenever he’s able to be around that is.

You open the manor’s front door- against the wishes of Alfred who is somewhere with his ears burning at the fact that he hasn’t opened the door to one of the masters of the house- and there he is.

Dick Grayson.

“Master Grayson.”

You jump at the sound of Alfred’s voice. Dick laughs at that too. 

“Hello Alfred. It’s good to see you.”

You turn to Alfred with your hands over your heart, “You like to scare me don’t you?”

He says nothing, instead he turns around and goes back to where he came from. Shaking your head you turn back to Dick.

“So, ready for some sibling bonding time?” You hold up a finger to get him to wait. You head into the closet - once again making Alfred’s ears red- and grab your duffle bag that had been packed since last night. When you return you drop it next to his.

“I’ve never been camping before.”

- 

TWELVE HOURS LATER

You have your hoodie pulled up and tightened around your head. The fuzzy socks tucked into your jeans are helping a bit and the fire too. But you just hadn’t expected the cold to hit you like a slab of cement.

All the training had really went down the drain.

Dick comes out from his tent and sits by your side. He’s got on his own sweater with a best over it. Smart.

“How’s Jason?” he asks.

Your eyes widen and you turn to him quickly, “What?”

“Are you two not- sorry I just thought I had picked up on something.”

You clear your throat and face the fire again. If Dick had picked up on something, how long was it before everyone knew? Besides Damian who had clocked the two of you from the beginning. 

“No yeah we’re. We’re a thing.” you say.

“Just a thing?” he asks.

You shrug your shoulders, “I don’t get picky with normal people things, you know?”

But you’re not really asking. Dick Grayson knows all to well about not being picky with normal people things. You all do. 

“We can totally change the subject.” he offers.

“How’s everything with your friends?” you ask.

“Great. Wally’s great if you’re headed in that direction.”

You nod along this time.

“I’m sorry if this is awkward. I just haven’t had someone close in age to talk to, or who wanted to talk besides Tim when he can keep his eyes open.” he says.

“It’s okay,” you remove your hands from your pockets and place them over the fire, “I take a bit of time to adjust after being resurrected and the league.”

If you knew it would have made him nervous or worried you wouldn’t have slipped that in there. But you honestly don’t think too much about the words you use anymore when talking about your past. It was your past for a reason and you’re doing the work to keep it that way.

Still, you hold back sometimes. 

“Are you okay?” 

You turn to look at him again and he’s already looking at you. It’s not a weird question to ask, especially after you basically just said you were brought back from the dead and became an assassin. Brainwashed assassin.

Not a lot of people ask if you’re okay. Most people who know, like Nyssa and Talia, didn’t ask in such a way. They made sure you were okay by checking you wounds after an mission or going over training. Bruce sees if you’re okay by inviting you over for monthly dinners. That way he came watch over you and make sure with his own eyes that you’re okay. Same with Damian and his random drop-ins.

Jason and Tim are the ones who skirt around the question. That’s partly because you ask them the same question back and it usually turns into a playful conversation about how you all could be doing better, but you’re doing good with what you got.

And now there was Dick.

You don’t know why- or maybe you do and you won’t admit it- but you start to tear up. You think it must be Dick Grayson’s superpowers or something. It’s the same way that you felt when he came back during the first family dinner at your place.

You shake you head a bit and see his eyes widen, “No I’m fine. I will be fine. It’s just a lot. Having a big family like this, not really knowing about my past.”

He nods.

“I’m here if you want to talk. About anything.” he says.

You smile. And in that moment, you get up from your wooden log. 

“Get up.” you say.

He doesn’t even hesitate. He gets up without another word. And you, without hesitation, wrap your arms around him in a hug. He’s shocked, you can tell that much.

“Oh-” he starts.

Then he hugs you back.

“Thank you Dick.”

-

THREE DAYS LATER 

you accidentally knocked over the water on the table. The two ladies yelp and jump. You gasp pretty loudly, and cover you mouth for a moment.

“I’m so sorry.” you say.

They look at you as they pat down their outfits with the napkins to make sure they didn’t get wet. You try to smile as earnestly as you can, but really it comes out more of a smirk.

You walk out of the dinner and meet Dick at the front window.

“That didn’t look like an accident.” he comments.

It really wasn't. The women had been ogling at him the whole time you were eating. It didn’t seem to phase him that much, but it did disgust you. They weren’t even trying to hide it.

So you put your former tricks to the test.

You hum to yourself, “that’s too bad isn’t it?”

He chuckles.

“Alright, where to next?” he asks.

You nudge his shoulder with yours and you two begin to walk away from the diner. It wasn’t a bad day in Gotham. The weather had been decent, it wasn’t funny or anything but it wasn’t down right pouring rain. 

“I have to pick up a thingy for Fallon. It’s not far from here.” you answer.

Dick walks by your side until you get to the crosswalk. He then flanks to your left side, the closest to traffic. You notice it, like you noticed it the other times you’ve hung out, and you don't say a word.

Because you know he’s not gonna stop doing it.

“You’re worse than Jason, you know that?”

He actually waits to start talking, until you're both fully crossed. He’s gotten used to the fact that upon learning something new, or even having a profound thought, you have to stop in your tracks. Completely.

“Yeah yeah. Do you wanna see my dog?”

You stop.

“Oh my god, you have a dog too? Is this a Wayne thing?”

“Did you ever ask Jason about Sparky?”

“Oh wow, so it is a Wayne thing.”