#after tim drops out of high school maybe i think that would just be so funny

[sinigangrobot]

Timtober #2: Dress

[clockwayswrites]

Rumors of a Prince

“You could always ask Jason to pay her a visit,” Dick said from where he was lounging, mostly upside down, on the couch in Bruce’s study.

Bruce frowned at him. “I am not going to have Jason kill Vickie Vale.”

“Hey, you’re the one who said kill!” Dick held his hands up or, rather, given his position, down. “I just meant puts some fear into her. Maybe kidnap her for a few days so that she can’t write any more libel.”

Bruce found himself smiling, slightly and against his better judgment. It faded away when he looked back at his laptop. “At least in this case, it wouldn’t do much good. The stories is already out there and, unfortunately, Vale’s take on it has captured the public’s attention.”

“Tim knows I bet… and Babs.”

“Undoubtedly by now.”

“And if those two know, Steph knows. If Steph knows, she’s ranted to Cass.”

“Yes.” This family was impossible to keep things secret in.

“Welp,” Dick said and swung himself to be sitting up normally— or as normally as Dick ever sat. “Then I guess we better tell the others. How do you want to divide this?”

Bruce was grateful that Dick was willing to be his partner in this. “You would be best to take Jason. I’ll speak with Damian. Either of us can catch Duke when he returns from his patrol.”

Dick nodded. “And Tom?”

“I think perhaps it would be best to have as much of the family in the manor as possible,” Bruce said after a moment. “If he destabilizes, I want him to know that we are around and that he is still safe.”

“Alright.” Dick slapped his knees once and stood. “I’ll drag Jason back then. You know he’ll come if it’s for Tom.”

“Make sure he reads the article before he comes over.”

Dick grimaced. “Yeah. Yeah, that would be best. I’m going to bring some food too over with me. Good luck convincing Dami that he can’t go and stab Vickie Vale.”

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose. “Right. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Dick chirped as he left for his task.

Bruce dropped his hand.

‘Gotham’s Pale Prince’ stared back at him from the screen.

-

“Seriously?!” Jason burst in through the kitchen door. “Have you read this swill?”

“Yes chum, of course I have,” Bruce said. He shot Dick, who trailing behind Jason’s fury, a look. Dick was supposed to get Jason to read the article before coming over.

Dick just shrugged helplessly and motioned in a way that conveyed Jason had read it and was still clearly quite upset.

“One of the biggest questions is,” Jason said, clearly reading now from the article with the air of Bristol accent he had put on, “perhaps, why the newest Wayne is not in school. Bruce has proven himself to be a champion of the educational system. This is despite the man himself being a college drop out’ like what the fuck?”

“To be fair, I am,” Bruce said.

Jason rolled his eyes and continued. “His oldest ward’— Dick is fucking adopted now, bitch!”

“Boo!” Steph echoed and tossed popcorn at the tablet Jason was holding.

(Bruce was neither sure when Stephanie had arrived nor where she got the popcorn.)

“Never going to college,” Jason said with a jab of his free hand, “and the second oldest never completing high school.’ I was dead you narrow minded shew!”

“Well, I mean, all she knows is that you were supposedly kidnapped by terrorists and tortured for years,” Dick said. He had moved over to help himself to Stephanie’s popcorn and paused raising the next handful to his face. “Okay, no, that’s actually worse.”

“And you are clear on your line that I cannot stab this woman for the dishonor she implies about the family?” Damian asked, again, as he joined them in the kitchen.

“Unfortunately we have to handle this the proper way, with a press conference,” Bruce said. Stabbing was looking increasingly appealing though.

Jason dropped into one of the open chairs. “I’d call it a battle of the wits, but I don’t think Vale has any left with this trash she’s writing!”

“Alright,” Tim said as he entered the kitchen with almost as much fury as Jason, just more contained. Cass followed in his wake. “I am sure that B has already run through no killing, no stabbing, no maiming, no poisoning—”

“No poisoning Vickie Vale,” Bruce said, feeling so tired.

“Way to go, Timbit, now we can’t poison her,” Jason groused.

Tim sighed, “Fair, I shouldn’t have assumed. I really thought someone else would have brought it up already.”

“People went for more bloody options,” Dick explained.

“Also fair,” Tim said, pointing at him. “Anyways, since we can’t do all that, can I ruin her reputation?”

“Tim,” Bruce sighed.

“Now come on old man, let’s here Timtam out,” Jason said, holding out his arm. “You said yourself we had to handle the proper way and I’m sure that our little socialite here knows just how to ruin her through something like a press conference.”

“You I can stab,” Tim said with a shark sharp smile towards Jason.

Jason returned it with a smile like broken glass. “You can try.”

“Oh, if you keep calling me a socialite I will try and I will manage.”

“Boys, please.”

“Are people threatening blood and violence again?”

Every head in the room swiveled towards the door to the hall.

Tom almost recoiled at the sudden attention of all of the family, taking a half step back and looking a little wide eyed.

Cass walked forward and wrapped her arm around Tom’s. “Tim is. To Jason.”

It took a moment for Tom to tear his eyes away from the family to look at his sister. “Of course. What’s… it about this time?”

“Jason is reminding Tim that he’s a rich society brat and Tim hates to be reminded about that even though it’s true because Tim is also a little freak and the upper crust would be applaud if they knew even a fraction of it,” Steph said before she stuffed his mouth full of more popcorn.

Everyone in the room paused for a moment.

“No, yep, I think that’s pretty much spot on,” Dick said. He wasn’t even pretending not to laugh.

The laughter was infectious and almost everyone was either snickering or outright laughing. Bruce even quirked up a little smile. Tom still looked mostly confused but at least less nervous.

“Come sit by me, little shadow,” Dick said with a smile.

When Thomas settled next to Dick, who immediately wrapped an arm around him, the room settled again into that slightly somber mood.

“What is going on?” Tom asked, voice small. There were times when he still seemed unsure if he could be a presence in a room or consternation. It was something that they were still working on as a family.

Bruce sighed. “A reporter found out about you and wrote an article with mostly speculation. Unfortunately, because of who I am in the city and my existing tendency to adopt, it’s getting attention.”

Tom chewed on his lip and Bruce just hoped he wouldn’t worry it so much it bled. “Bad?”

“Not bad towards you, but unkind. She made a lot of guesses and fact reasons about why the public hasn’t seen you,” Bruce explained.

“Oh. Am I…?”

The dropping of words wasn’t the best sign. Dick pulled Tom into his lap.

“No. Most of the children didn’t attend the press conference announcing them and you don’t have to either. But I will need to make one simply to clear up some of rumors. I wont say anything that you don’t want me to say.”

“Bruce and I can plan it out,” Tim said, “and then run it by you if you want to look over it.”

“Can… will… if anyone wants to help…”

“Of course!” Dick said cheerfully. “We can make a lunch of it or something. It will be the best press conference yet.”

“Yeah. And you don’t even have to watch it,” Jason said. “We’ll plan something fun for that day. The old man can go and do the hard work and we’ll enjoy ourselves.”

“Thank you, Jason,” Bruce said dryly, pretending he wasn’t warmed still whenever Jason refereed to him as anything approaching father.

“It’s what you deserve,” Jason said and tossed his tablet, cleared of the article, on the table. “Come on, let’s plan what we’re going to do.”

“The zoo is always enjoyable,” Damian said.

“You always say zoo,” Cass pointed out as she perched next to Jason.

“What about the park?” Steph suggested. She joined the others at the table and passed around her popcorn.

“Nah, Ivy has a new variety of tulips. I’m worried some of them might turn man eating again,” Dick said.

“We could head out of Gotham I guess,” Jason pointed out and pulled up the map.

Bruce slipped quietly out of the room with Tim on his heels.

“You can stay with them and help them plan,” Bruce offered. Tim was always too grownup, had been since before he came to Bruce.

Tim just shook his head. “I’m never the best distraction. I’ll be more use to you. Besides, I have some plans to run by you that doesn’t need the blood thirsty contingency hearing about.”

“Of course you do,” Bruce said with both a sigh and a smile.

“Nothing physical,” Tim defended himself. “I can ruin her legally.”

“That I have no doubt of.”

No matter what, Bruce had absolutely no doubt that the family would be there for Tom. They were a family, after all.

---

AN: Vickie Vale won't know what hit her. Esp after what she wrote.

Don't know if this will become a full sequel or not, but it was fun to revisit this universe and see how they've progressed!

[kieran-granola]

Material Boy

(This one is available on AO3)

When he’s not busy being a vigilante, Tim likes to think that he’s a pretty simple guy. He has normal, civilian friends. He's awkward when he talks to people he wants to bang. He likes skateboarding and playing Warlocks & Warriors. He dropped out of high school.

He also, like many kids of his generation, grew up collecting superhero merchandise and memorabilia.

And yes, maybe he never got out of the habit of collecting super-trinkets even after joining the vigilante game — a fact he keeps between himself and God, he can only imagine how much shit Steph and the others would give him if they knew — but it's not like he steals stuff from the heroes he knows. He just... buys things. A lot of things.

Which brings him to his current problem: the amount of merchandise created depends a lot on a hero's popularity. This means that Superman has insane amounts of merch. Wonder Woman and Batman too, to a lesser extent. In Gotham, Robin does pretty well for kids' stuff, and Nightwing has inspired more than one, uh, adult line of toys.

…But Red Hood? As tacky as brands can get with their products, they know better than to create merch of mass murdering rogues and villains, and unfortunately people aren't sure whether Red Hood qualifies a good guy. This means that Tim's haul is Very Poor when it comes to Hood. Which is an issue on account of Tim's massive crush on Jason.

How is a man supposed to pine in dignity when he can't even find a decent body pillow to warm his lonely bed? How?!

Tim obviously has to fix this problem. He has to rehabilitate Red Hood and ensure a steady supply of bling for his display cases. And shelves. And furniture. And possibly wardrobe, he's not picky.

He has to.

Which is why he ends up raving about Red Hood, his crime-fighting exploits, and his charity work on social media. He uses all of his covers' accounts and even creates a few more, enthusing people and posting praise until, finally, his amateur PR campaign snowballs.

He knows his job is done when his hashtags start trending outside of the Gotham metro area, and the first Red Hood plushie comes out of Build-A-Bear.

___________________________

Jason is bemused when he first gets wind of his rising popularity. Sure, it's nice to be appreciated and the genuine testimonials from Gothamites warm the cockles of his dead, dead heart, but where did the hype come from? And why are people trying to ask him for autographs? He's a crime lord! He's dangerous and scary, and people should definitely not feel comfortable enough to ask him for selfies!

…Oh fuck, is that it? Is someone trying to sabotage his reputation?

Disturbed, Jason reaches out to Oracle for some help with finding the person behind this heinous plan. He's not entirely sure why Babs laughs for five minutes straight after hearing his question, but she eventually tells him that the original accounts extolling his virtues belong to Red Robin's covers.

Shrugging to himself, he suits up and heads to Tim's nest. He busts in, ready to deliver the wrath of the Hood on Tim for making him look like a hero when he's a Very Mean, Very Dangerous Badass… only to find Tim eating Froot Loops out of some violently lime liquid, while wearing what looks like chibi Red Hood pajamas, complete with little cat ears over the stylized helmet.

Suffice to say, that display takes the wind out of Jason's sails. He holsters his weapons back and takes off his helmet so Tim can properly appreciate how appalled he is before speaking.

"Okay, what the fuck, Timbo?"

Tim blinks. "You wanna be a bit more specific there?"

"I wouldn't even know where to start. Just. What the fuck."

"Well, I'm having dinner?" Tim tries, shoving a spoonful of cereal in his mouth.

"Froot Loops in, what is that, cucumber juice? That's dinner?" Jason stares harder.

Tim swallows his spoonful thickly. "It's Mountain Dew, actually."

"Okay but that's worse. You get how that's worse, right?"

"Did you seriously come here to talk about my meal plans?"

"I came here to ask why you decided to ruin my street cred, and to kick your ass—" Jason winces as Tim eats another mouthful, "—but apparently you're doing a great job at hurting yourself on your own."

Tim gives him a blank look. "I ruined your street cred? How?"

"You told people I'm a hero," Jason says accusingly.

"Ah, I see what the problem is. Look, Jason, this might come as a shock to you and I understand if you need to take a minute to process this very new piece of information but… you are a hero, dumbass."

Jason seriously considers throwing his helmet at Tim but, with the state Tim is in, he's pretty sure it would feel like pouring water on a drowning man.

"I'm not the kind of hero they make jammies of! I mean, what the fuck are you even wearing?"

Tim pulls on his shirt to show off the design, perking up. "These? They're Red Catting Hood limited edition PJs. They're cute, right?"

You're cute, Jason mutters under his breath, before taking a few menacing steps forward. "They're ridiculous. I'm not a cat. And I'm definitely not cute."

"We're going to have to agree to disagree there."

Jason stares at him. "You think I'm cute?"

"No, I think you're a cat," Tim deadpans, still eating his disgusting mixture.

"I… I tried to kill you, remember?!"

"Yeah, you did. And now I have little cartoon kitties of you on my jim-jams. Life's full of curveballs, isn't it?"

Jason is pretty sure he's having a minor breakdown in Tim's kitchen. He opens and closes his mouth silently several times, confusion robbing him of his words. Tim watches him for a couple of minutes, then he stands up and shuffles closer to pat him on the back.

Jason lets out a very unmanly squeak of horror when he spots matching Red Catting Hood slippers on Tim's feet.

Tim shushes him. "Hey, it's okay, dude. I understand that you don't know how to deal with people expressing positive emotions in your direction after getting the Bruce special growing up, but it's gonna be fine. Just breathe. You'll get used to it."

Jason stares at Tim with wide eyes. Then he gently takes him by the shoulders.

"Timmers. Tim. You crazy little birdie. Telling me I'm cute, talking about emotions... Are you okay? Is this a cry for help? Talk to me."

"You ask me that now?" Tim gives him a judgmental look. "I can't believe that's where you draw the line. I mean, where's your 'Be my Robin' enthusiasm?"

"It drowned in your bowl of Mountain Dew next to the Froot Loops. No, but seriously. If I'm your last resort, then you can tell me what's wrong. No need for tacky PJs, I'll listen."

Tim's eyes narrow. "Okay, then listen to this. First of all, my PJs aren't tacky. Second, I like you, dumbass, and yeah, I think you're cute. And third, I hyped you up on social media because I wanted Red Hood merch for my collection."

Jason takes a second to let that confession wash over him. He regrets removing his helmet. He's blushing, he knows he's blushing. In fact he must have been a redhead in another life, because he must be reminiscent of a tomato at this point, and oh no. He's a grown-ass man, why is he blushing like a nerd for this incredibly sleep-deprived, adorable maniac?

"You have a collection?" he squeaks.

"Uh, yeah. I started it when I was 4." Tim raises his eyebrows. "But nevermind that, are you seriously going to leave me hanging? I just told you I like you, man."

"I don't know what to say," Jason chokes out. "This... You're—I'm not good for you."

"Sorry but the entire internet would disagree. You're a hero, remember? And I can take care of myself, thank you very much. I don't need to be patronized."

Jason gestures at Tim's dinner. "That is demonstrably false."

Tim pouts. "Well. If you were my boyfriend, you could make sure I eat properly."

"Is that what you want? To be my b—" Jason's voice breaks. He swallows before trying again. "To be my boyfriend?"

"I mean, yeah?" Tim shrugs. "That's not why I hyped you up, I'm not kidding about the merch thing. But. Yeah. That would be… Good. Nice."

"Oh."

"Is that something you'd like too?"

Jason licks his lips. "Yeah, I—I think so. Yeah. There's just one thing though..."

Hope sparkles in Tim's eyes. "What?"

"It's just... I can't let people think you like me more than I like you."

"What does that mean?"

"It means—" Jason tugs on the fabric of Tim's PJs, "—that for every Red Hood item you own, you have to get me some matching Red Robin merch."

Tim grins a wide, bright, genuine smile that almost offsets the deep purple bruising under his tired eyes. "It's a deal."

___________________________

(They show up to the Manor together two months later to announce their relationship. They walk in hand-in-hand, Jason wearing a Red Robin hoodie, Tim in a Red Hood henley. Damian doesn't even have to pretend to gag at the sight.)

[veggiesforpresident]

What would jally do in the long-term considering it’s the 60s? (If they lived ofcofc)

jeanie you are feeding my soul with these questions <3

So! I think the answer to this changes slightly depending on how they lived. also, I had fun doing some historical research for this ask, haha, so the sources will be linked as they come up.

1. Its a "The Outsiders didn't happen and everything continued as normal" AU

- They either are already together or get together soon

- They'd take coupley photos in a photobooth since it was one of the only ways they could be coupley in public

- Since they're both poor and basically homeless, I think it would make sense for them to move into a shitty apartment together once they either finish high school or drop out. No one would really question this when they're young either.

Also, greasers, the Curtis gang especially, are generally more affectionate with each other than the stereotypical macho man of that time. especially with how queer cowboys were historically, and how much the greasers love (the idea of) cowboys, I think johnny and dally would be able to sit together or have an arm over a shoulder at the drive-in and people wouldn't really bat an eye.

- However, I think there's value to put on like... Being closeted intentionally. I know Dally hates cheating and loyalty is a big thing for him, but that also includes bending the rules for the people he's most loyal too. I think he'd still hit on girls or kiss them/have brief flings, but not commit to them because, of course, he's going home to Johnny. He would "give up on women" in his mid-20s, although like... just look at him, a guy with a criminal record as long as his arm, who has a bad misogynist streak and prison tats? Yeah, people aren't really surprised he never gets (legally) married.

Johnny though... A sensitive, thoughtful guy who's never really angry at anyone? But still rough enough to be considered a bit of a "bad boy"? Oh the girls would be swarming him in their 20s and 30s, especially if he goes to visit Ponyboy at college ever. Johnny would be a heartbreaker.

- on that note, johnny is someone who, to me, reads as Gay, unlike dally who can fly under the radar, and this makes him a bit of a target. Tim or maybe Bryon has probably heckled him over it a few times. Johnny has a mouth on him when he needs to, and he is a greaser after all so it's never too bad. but there are definitely some incidents where he gets questioned or beat up over it (though it's not really any worse than a typical Soc beating, so...). but this provides another argument for them being closeted.

- I don't think Tulsa had much of a gay community, no gay bars, just individual people more or less. But they'd still be close with the gang so it wouldn't matter as much.

- Speaking of the gang, their relationship would eventually become something of an open secret. I think Two would figure something out, probably around when Dally "gives up on women" and maybe he talk to Darry about it ('cause god knows Darry needed someone to talk to about Ponyboy and his... softness, whether Pony winds up gay or not.). I think it would be funny if Soda remained an oblivious straight guy about it until Darry has to pull him aside to say something.

- They wouldn't really be affected by AIDS in the 80s. Like, they'd hear about it and it'd be upsetting to them, but not personally affected - they're not hooking up with anyone else by that point, they don't know many other gay people... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

2. Its a "The Outsiders still happened they just didn't die at the end" AU

- a lot of similarities, but Johnny is paralyzed and a wheelchair user by the end. This would change their dynamic a bit, maybe delay them getting together for real because Johnny now has to deal with this enormous change and it's emotional repercussions first.

- that said, i actually think this would make their relationship stronger because they'd have to navigate this change together and dally would have to learn how to be patient with johnny to a degree he never was before, which would make or break any relationship. (in thsi case, makes it.)

- also, people would question their relationship less because of course poor "wheelchair bound" johnny would need a caretaker (heavy sarcasm here is intended). that said "caretaker" the toughest hood on the block is well... he's like johnny's guard dog, right?

- dally would have the same kinda job regardless of the timeline - janitor, line cook, autoshop, that sort of thing. but in the disabled!au timeline i think he'd have chronic pain from getting shot but not dying. since hes now unable to run from the cops, he'd have to find something else to do with his time, ie finishing high school and/or getting a job. they gotta make rent somehow! especially if johnny struggles to find work or go to school.

- finally, i think nondisabled!johnny would be an EMT or firefighter or something else emergency-related, but that's not an option for disabled!johnny so he'd be a teacher or guidance counselor or therapist. (he'd work a lot with war vets i think and be able to connect with them on a way other (female) therapists couldnt). in the meantime if he can get a job he'd work odd jobs as a cashier, cleaner, retail.

anyway! hahah there's your essay and history lesson for the day! thank you again for the ask!!

[fishfingersandjellybabies]

Hi! I saw you wanted some JonDami idea sooo:

• First time they hold hands

• First time Damian felt safe enough to fall asleep on Jon

• Discussing baby name when still in high school (which I did lmao)

• Seeking help from their siblings on how to ask the other in a date

• Eloping right out of high school to get married because they're idiots in love

• First kiss!! How did I forget that!!

• During patrol while high on adrenaline or maybe they were at the farm relaxing under the sunset or after playing video games and laughing with each other!

• One of my soft favourite to picture: leaning on each other, forehead against forehead or cheek against cheek, just existing and feeling the other's warmth

I have ton of other ideas and some hc but I think it's enough rn lol

Thx u byye!!

LET'S DO IT. (assume all ages are 16+ I guess, idk does it matter?)

First time they hold hands: pre-romance. Jon's powers shorted out and he fell outta the sky. Damian caught him by his hand just in time, and when he pulled him to safety he just...didn't let go. Jon noticed but didn't say a WORD.

First Time Damian fell asleep on him: Probably right after the relationship started/became official. They'd both had a rough hero week and Damian had been on edge just, forever. So they sit against a wall in the cave and one second they're sitting there in silence and the next, Damian's dropping against his shoulder already konked out. Jon panics for half a second but then Dick sees them and says 'He only sleeps when he feels safe.' and those words shake Jon to his core.

Baby names: This is all Jon. Jon just starts rambling about it one day. "How would we honor both our cultures? Or do we at all? Do we go with an -El name, or a name from your mom's side or just call him Bob?" Damian is endeared for a while but quickly gets so fucking annoyed because every name is more ridiculous than the last.

Siblings help: Jon obviously asks Kon and Kon is SO. JACKED. TO. HELP. He hesitates a little when he finds out it's Damian but, honestly, the kid is at least alright. Damian, much to the Kents surprise, does NOT ask Dick or even Tim. He consults Cass first, who asks Steph to standby as she gives her advice, and Jason, for reasons mentioned in previous asks in that he's a sucker for a classic romance novel so, clearly, he is An Expert.

Eloping: Honestly? Yes. And it happens at the same time one of them (I'm thinking Jon) says I love you for the first time. The other reciprocates (Damian) and one of them (Jon) sarcastically says 'really? well damn let's just go get married right now.' and Damian just goes. "Okay." and.......................they do. Maya officiates, Kathy is the witness, and the only family in attendance is the pets. (Goliath is flower girl)

First kiss: First kiss is at a Wayne Holiday gala/Justice League xmas party not long after they started dating and the end up under mistletoe. They do the hesitant peck thing first but then oh boy they like it and mmmmmm Clark and Bruce might have to rethink allowing sleepovers anymore.

Chillin': Jon gets so entranced when Damian laughs he literally just stops functioning. He will stop and stare and was even caught drooling a little bit once. (by Jason, no less.) If he's with Damian/it's just them, if Damian's laughing, he'll start laughing and just pull Damian as close as he can and they just keep laughing together.

SOFT FOREHEADS: There's some world-ending situation and they've been separated for most, if not all, of it. The day is saved and they're finally reunited on a rooftop somewhere. And they run desperately at each other but when they reach, they know the whole League is watching them and Damian's not big on PDA (and tbh neither is Jon, if only for protective reasons) so they just grab each other's hands and stare deep into each other's eyes until one of them well up with tears and closes his eyes and they just ~gentle forehead touch~

[pumpkinsy0]

can you feed us some angsty fluffy heart wrench but also heart warming tarry hcs PLEASE

ok so this acc had me realizing that i always talked about curly and angela when they first moved to the us but not tim and yknow what??? THATS what we r getting today!!for the most part lmao

idk if this exactly follows what u want but look its SOMETHIN

��the way i framed it im sure tim woulda had to b like 16???? when they came to america??? and darry was like 18 so he was still hangin out w paul n em

•when it comes to them actually interacting, i dont think it wouldve happened THAT much, tim was even more of an introvert back then and darry just didnt rlly talk to em, like yea he heard whispers OF him, but other than that, there was never a chance for them to actually interact, especially being in different years of hs n all

•plus i feel like from the JUMP tim didnt like paul n the other socs, so he just assumed darry was just like em too and stayed clear of him, for his own safety and sound of mind

•if tim is like 16 that would mean that angela and curly r 13, they were def in school the same time tim was, and each day they would all find each other in the middle of the day, for a multitude of reasons, mostly bc they missed each other and sometimes darry would find em and think about that for a while (what a weirdo)

•also made him think of soda and pony, tim would see him and thought he was crazy tho LMAOOO

•only person in that whole building who knew fluent french AND would give tim the light of day was the french teacher there, tim wouldnt talk about anyone specifically cause hes still very personal, BUT darrys french actually wasnt THAT bad and sometimes he would catch parts of the convo while walking by, nowadays, sometimes darry brings that up to tim outta curiosity

•there was this one time where darry tried talking to tim in english and tims english rlly wasnt that bad so he understood what darry was saying somewhat, but he didnt feel like talking so he spoke in french thinking darry didnt speak it but darry DID respond back in french and surprise was like the FIRST emotion darry saw tim have other than annoyance and slight anger

•angela and curly saw it haooen a few times and asked if that was his bf or somethin LMAOOO

•in my eyes, tim only gets close to darry AFTER high school, darry graduated and tim basically dropped out OR its after the curtis parents died cause tim saw that darry just needed SOMEONE and tim just reached out

•its SO rare, but darry will speak to tim in french, is his french kinda shit??? yea, but it makes tim chuckle and he can respond back so maybe its not all that bad

[orphanheirs]

WIP Questionnaire

Thanks for the tag, @transthadymacdermot!!

What’s the first part of your WIP that you created?

The characters. They existed as deviantart ocs that I used to roleplay with in chatrooms before any semblance of a story existed. This was back in high school.

If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

I'll give a few examples here because there's a lot of songs I think fit the vibe of the story (I have a 4-hour long playlist of "soundtrack" songs)! All of these are based on pure vibes, not necessarily lyrics. For a TV show, I think a folk revival type song like "Over Again" by Stick in the Wheel or "Cannily Cannily" by Maddy Prior and Tim Hart would be sick. If it was a short instrumental intro song, an eerie tune like "More Bones to Sort" from the OTGW soundtrack or this song would work well. To get more general Rasputina is an artist whose overall sound is something that would work great for the story. If you don't know them they're a band that makes rock music with cellos and is very weird and goth about it.

What are your favorite characters that you made? Why?

I love them all, but right now I have to admit my favorite is Tristan. It's definitely partially because he's the most developed right now, but also because he's the reason I revived the story after dropping it almost 10 years ago. I remembered him and thought he had potential and fell in love with him all over again. Coming up with ideas for his arc and his backstory got me excited for the overarching story again, and I changed him from a side character to a main character. I have a lot of fun with his personality and I relate to him a lot on a personal level.

What other pieces of media do you think your fanbase would share?

Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell, Tim Burton's Sleepy Hollow, Over the Garden Wall, Labyrinth, possibly Interview with the Vampire? and people who grew up with things like Hocus Pocus and A Series of Unfortunate Events. Maybe fans of Neil Gaiman? It's kind of hard to say though; I have no idea how the story would be marketed because it's..pretty weird lol.

What has been your biggest struggle with your WIP?

Not sure what the biggest of them all is, but my big three I guess would be plotting, research, and actually writing. I feel like I'm hitting my head on a wall when I try to outline story beats or whatever, so I think I'll just have to fly by the seat of my pants and plot as I go. Research also feels like a hurdle I need to get past because I want to base the story itself on actual mythology and folklore, and root the "real-world" parts of the story in the real historic regency period. Right now I know enough to share fun facts in a conversation, but in reality I don't know shit. I have a lot of work to do in that regard. Actually writing has been a challenge due to a combination of annoying factors including having very little free time in my life, executive dysfunction, and being? scared? of writing? because what if it comes out bad? Which I know is silly but it blocks me from writing a lot of the time nevertheless.

Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

Right now I'm thinking Crispin has a pet bat named Sparrow. Crispin named the bat Sparrow because he literally thought it was a sparrow, that being the only flying creature he knew of at the time. Now he knows better, but Sparrow is still Sparrow. I haven't thought much about it, but I think Crispin's keeping of a pet is one of the things that indicates he's different from his family/species, i.e. he experiences empathy and longs for companionship. The demon Tristan summons can shapeshift, and takes the form of many different creatures throughout the story.

How do your characters travel/get around?

Considering the time period, the options are limited. There's a lot of walking in this story, but also getting from place to place by carriage or cart. There's likely to be some horseback riding as well. In terms of the supernatural, Crispin can "teleport" himself from point A to point B using magic--but not very far. I still need to figure out the specifics of that though. Tristan is greatly aided in getting around by the demon he summoned, who transforms into a flying black steed Tristan can ride on.

What part of your WIP are you working on right now?

Right now I'm bouncing around and writing snippets of scenes that come to mind/interest me most. I'm considering everything experimental at the moment, and not committing to anything actually being in the final novel. This is helping me get over my fear of writing, and I like it because sometimes I end up liking what I write more than I thought I would. I also *might* write the story in novella form first, try out some things with that, learn from it, and then expand and/or rewrite it as a full novel. Other than that I'm researching and brainstorming and drawing (which is part of my process)!

What aspects (tropes, maybe?) will you think draw your audience in?

Hmmm I think the fact it's a dark fantasy/horror story and the fact it's set in the regency period will attract people. The regency period and fantasy are both really popular right now (as far as I can tell). Also the fact that it has found family, which seems to be a popular trope. The fact it has queer characters might be appealing too. Other draws might be the Halloween aspect, and the deal with the devil trope. And if anyone likes enemies to friends and twist villains. There's also heavy use of gothic tropes and subverting them/combining them with folk horror tropes. Regency media (cough cough Jane Austen) tropes will also go under the knife of subversion.

What are your hopes for your WIP?

I hope to make it a published novel! Ideally traditionally published, but who knows if that'll happen lol. I also want the book to be illustrated, and to illustrate it myself. Besides that, I'd love to do some comics featuring the characters and maybe even short animations. (She said as if she had endless free time...)

Tagging: @ceph-the-ghost-writer, @finchmomentwrites, and @kaylinalexanderbooks !

[stiles-hoodie]

Life With Derek and Taylor Swift Songs

Songs I associate with Life With Derek, mainly Dasey, from Taylor Swift, and the stories I imagine in my head instead of properly writing them (until now, I guess) If there's any I missed that you have ideas for let me know, and yes this is long.

Tim McGraw: Casey Mcdonald and the way her blue eyes shine. Honestly, this is the type of song Casey would write. It’s cute, storytelling, and detailed. I imagine her writing this song not based on her experience but on a day when her hopeless romantic side feels sad. She imagines what she hopes to have but does not have. She wrote it when she first moved in with the Venturi’s or before Nora and George met.

Picture To Burn: There’s the obvious answer, where this could be about any of Casey’s exes. But honestly, I imagine Casey being dramatic and writing this song after Vicky kissed that boy she had a crush on. Or Vicky dating another guy Casey liked after the guy used Casey to get close to Vicky. 

Tear Drops On My Guitar: Another song about Casey being dramatic. But also Derek sad boy hours. He’s glumly playing his guitar and that inspires Casey to write the song, since she doesn’t own a guitar. But don’t tell Derek she wrote a song inspired by him, and don’t tell Casey what that implies… she’ll figure it out eventually…

A Place In This World: Casey Mcdonald. I think this one doesn’t really need an explanation, to be honest.

Cold As You: Could possibly be about Dennis or Abby walking away, but I honestly can’t think of anything for this one. Maybe Casey writes something like this about Vicky after being really mean at one point.

Tied Together With A Smile: Derek Venturi. This could be seen in Casey too a little bit, but she doesn’t try to appear as perfectly fine a lot of the time. She does when it comes to school stuff, but not with her emotions. Derek is the one to put on a fake smile, make a joke and manage to hide what he feels a lot of the time. Even if he isn’t hiding it well, he still isn’t as open about it right away.

The Outside: When Casey first starts at her new school

Stay Beautiful: Cory’s eyes are like a jungle and his butt is gonna sue! I regret nothing. Could be a cute Dasey song, but I just keep remembering Corey Plunkett.

Should’ve Said No: Truman or Scott the cheating scums

Mary’s Song (Oh My My My):  Dasey or Nora and George. I personally imagine Casey finding an old journal of Felicia’s and writing this about some of the entries. Maybe it was about Felicia and her husband before the divorce or an old high school romance.

I’m Only Me When I’m With You: Smarti and Smerek. Or the entire family together

Fearless: Dasey. Enough said.

Fifteen: “In your life, you’ll do things greater than dating the boy on the football team.” This song is just so Casey coded and with everything that happened with Max I feel like Casey just really needed a song like this at the time and i see this being one of her favourite songs from Taylor. 

Love Story: Dasey. I have this idea called The Shakespeare Debate it’s still a working idea, but it is Dasey. It’s basically Casey being really into plays and thinking Derek doesn’t respect them, Derek being really into film and script analysis and actually enjoying the dark tragedies of shakespeares plays. I also kind of made a whole debate scene where Derek manages to bring up Carrie while talking about Romeo and Juliet just to confuse Casey and end the conversation, but it actually makes sense and that confuses her even more.

White Horse: I just find this song so pretty and Casey being very into fairytales she would totally be into white horses

You Belong With Me: Emily whenever Derek is seeing a girl that isn’t her. Especially when he was dating Kendra

The Way I Loved You: Dasey

The Best Day: God smiles on my little brother, inside and out he’s better than I am. Makes me think of Derek and Edwin. I see Derek actually thinking very highly of Edwin and with his self esteem he probably thinks of everyone very highly compared to himself.

Change: Casey might be scared of change, but I see this song with her. 

Superstar: Derek Venturi

Crazier: “Not telling her is driving me crazy.” Dasey. After the whole Scott thing and Derek  realises he likes Casey. He hates himself for writing such a sappy song, but he also likes that he managed to write a song.

Mine: So freaking Dasey coded are you kidding me!

Back To December: Derek and Kendra

Speak Now: Derek when Casey married Peter. The kids are against George and Nora getting married in the beginning. Everyone going against Fiona’s wedding because dear god that was awful

Mean: Seems like a song Casey would write

Never Grow Up: Smarti and Smerek

Enchanted: Imagine after junior prom Derek with his guitar in the white jacket. Or maybe it’s sitting nicely draped over the foot of his bed as he is sitting on the floor at the foot of his bed after leaving early once Sally’s boyfriend comes to whatever diner they ended up in. He hears Casey, Max, Sheldon and Emily pull up from his windows at the front of the house as he writes a song about how he realised he’s in love with Casey that night when he saw her coming down the stairs to the living room in a beautiful dress that he actually found, not Emily. 

Better Than Revenge: Dedicated to Vicky and Truman. CD Rock totally performed this and Derek was very encouraging of the anger.

Haunted: My favourite song on the album and I mainly think about Dasey just because of the sound. The orchestra rock sound is a perfect combination for Derek and Casey.  It can be loosely inspired by Derek and Caseys anger towards Dennis and Abby after they left. It could simply be a song one of them wrote or they both wrote together, after a breakup. The fic idea i have is Derek writing this based more so on an actual haunted experience and from hearing ghost stories. Casey's classical did inspire him a little bit.

Last Kiss: I imagine this being a cute song for Sally and Derek when she moves to Vancouver. But also “I'm not one for dancing but for you I did.” Works for both Dasey and Sally and Derek. He did take her to the dance.

Long Live: Just Life With Derek as a show 

Ours: Cute George and Nora song. Felicia was against them, the kids had to grow with it. It just a cute song for them too me.

Electric Touch: A CD Rock song sung by Casey and Derek. The first time Derek manages to actually sing in front of people properly without psyching himself out.

I Can See You: Dasey. But also (even though I don't ship them) I can see this as a Truman and Casey song when she's in her rebellious phase

Castles Crumbling: After Casey breaks up with Max and she quits cheerleading,  and she is trying to find herself again. Also her transition from being popular at her old boarding school and starting at a public school. The haunting feel to it makes me think of haunted and since its a duet makes me think of Derek and Casey working on this song together after her and Max breakup, which is after the episode where Casey helps him write a song for Sally. They work together on a few songs after the episode.

Timeless: The epitome of Dasey for me. Just like Mine. I see both Casey and Derek writing this song by themselves, but I really like the idea of Derek writing it though.

Safe and Sound: In Life With Luca Skylar mentioned that Derek would sing her to sleep because the dark freaked her out. I just imagine this as a lullaby he would sing to her and Marti with his guitar.

State of Grace: Dasey

Red: Casey reflecting on her relationship with Max possibly. Derek and Casey write it together and that's where we get the guitar solo 

Treacherous: Dasey

I Knew You Were Trouble: Casey dedicates this to Truman 

All Too Well: Someone made a really good edit to the 10 minute version for Dasey

I Almost Do: Derek almost tells Casey his feelings multiple times. Wants to call her multiple times while he's out of the country as well, and she wants to call him multiple times despite being with Peter.

Never Ever Getting Back Together: Casey and Sams on again off again relationship

Stay Stay Stay: I can picture Derek showing up in his hockey helmet after his first fight with Kendra.

Last Time: Dasey duet… possibly

Everything Has Changed: “freckles in your smile” Duet with Derek playing guitar. 

The Moment I Knew: change up a few lyrics this can be used for absent parents on someone's birthday. I picture this one from Derek's perspective, though since it mentions Christmas lights and I'm Sixteen Smartplugs aired on November 5th, making him a November baby. I don't know the date production wise. 

Better Man: Same as The Moment I Knew, but with Casey and Dennis. Some minor changes and the song works well with a dad who wasn't around.

A Message In A Bottle: “You got me hypnotised, by freckles and bright eyes.” this entire song I feel like Casey would dedicate to Derek. She might've been late in telling Derek her feelings before he left for Paris, but this was the best she could do.

Welcome To New York: Casey's year in New York

Blank Space: I think this works for Derek's persona he had in the beginning of the show. Casey definitely viewed him this way before finding out he's actually a really good date.

Style: Dasey. Sidenote: I also picture Derek having his bisexual moment in College with this song. Derek can have his James Dean and his feelings for Casey at the same time.

Out Of The Woods: Dasey

Shake It Off: Someone made a really good edit for Casey to this song. But also Dereks crazy legs. That's enough said.

Wildest Dreams: Dasey

This Love: Dasey

I Know Places: Dasey. Also Derek's secret boyfriend while his band takes off. I have a full story idea about that. I guess his hidden relationship with Skylar's mom works as well. 

Clean: Derek eventually having to let go of Casey after she marries Peter and has Luca. 

You're In Love: Dasey

Dancing With Our Hands Tied: Dasey. There's a nice edit to this song someone made as well.

Cruel Summer: “He looks up grinning like the devil!” I'd so Derek coded you can't tell me otherwise. 

The Archer: Casey and her anxiety, but also Derek and his which isn't as obvious then Casey's but she can see through him when it does come up the same way he can see through her.

Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince: Dasey. “Ripped up my prom dress.”

The 1: Dasey

Exile: “you never gave a warning sign” “I gave so many signs.” I feel like this part in particular is very Dasey coded. But Derek is Taylor's POV and Casey is Bon Iver's. Derek gave so many signs about his feelings for Casey, but Casey took longer to noticed then took even longer to finally think about the possibility to actually give it a try, by then though Derek left for Paris. I don't believe he just up and left with no warning, he definitely had his warnings Casey was either in New York or wasn't taking them seriously. Our boy tried leaving for Spain and Vancouver he was wanting to leave for a while, once he finally had a good reason he took it and the reason was 100% Skylar's mom going to Paris while pregnant. 

This Is Me Trying: both Derek and Casey can relate to this one. Lizzie can throw into the mix too, especially in Vacation With Derek.

Illicit Affairs: Dasey. Theres a really good edit to this as well.

Tis The Damn Season: Dasey

Tolerate It: Even without knowing too much about Peter, I think this works for how Casey feels about her marriage. This could also work for a lot of her relationships on the show as well. Max and Sam were simply tolerating her feelings, but that's really it. 

Anti-hero: both Casey and Derek coded

You're On Your Own Kid: I see this more for Derek. 

Midnight Rain: I can see this working for Dasey

Question…?: I can see this working for Dasey as well.

Paris: I think this one is pretty obvious.

Hope you enjoyed this!

[introspectivememories]

More about your last post I wanna know on how everyone reacts to eachother like imagine your friend finally is out of a pain cult that you had to sit around and watch as it literally ruins them but they had to be sacrifice and your local hero’s had to step to help them and then all of sudden when you go to the hospital you see TIM DRAKE straggling to fill out the most simplest questions

“TIM DRAKE!?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE???”

“…what’s his blood type?”

AKSDHJSKAHDHAS I FUCKING LOVE TALKING ABOUT MY FICS

okay so! some background information, it is my personal hc that bear fell into the cult, senior year of high school. so when tim rescues, he's been in there for like 5 years. it just doesn't make sense to me otherwise? like they chose him for the sacrifice. it wasn't like "oh he's convenient. might as well use him." they specifically interrupted his date-but-not-really-a-date with tim to get to him. like they thought he would be a worthy sacrifice to bring down the attention of dionysus. like he had to have been their most devoted member or something.

the gang meets him in their freshman year of college where mori, jam, and bear all end up getting an apartment together bc the landlord leased it out to three different people and they all responded. dija and chinna are their next door neighbors. anyway, they all become friends bc they all go to gotham u together.

i think mori and jam always knew there was smth wrong with bear. he's always kinda lost in his head, he disappears at odd hours of the day, when he talks to you he never directly stares at you but to the side of you like there's someone there. and as they grow closer, obviously the truth comes out near the end of freshman year.

and as college goes on, everyone learns his backstory and his sordid history with tim. needless to say, bear is like your dad who drops absolutely horrifying Dad Lore at random times and the gang is left to red-string-cork-board it together. they could be at a cafe near uni and bear randomly would be like "i tried to give my dead best friend chest compressions for like 30 minutes bc i refused to believe she was dead." cue the gang going, ".... do you, maybe, wanna unpack that?" / "no." / "oh. ok"

background info out of the way, the gang despises tim drake. how could they not? when they see the way bear has deteriorated after junior year? when they stumble across a photo of the grieves trio and wonder where that bright smile of bear's had gone? how could they not, when all of them have had to talk bear out of a hallucination? how could they not when bear comes back each night with more and more scars? when they've all walked in on him bleeding out? when all bear talks about is being chosen? when it's starting to look like this cult is going to take their friend from them?

and then, 4 years after they met bear, they get a call from hospital telling them that their brother is in the icu. and when they finally arrive at the hospital, tim drake is sitting in the waiting room, struggling to fill out basic information about his so-called "best friend".

fuck tim drake.

[flashfuture]

I haven't done a character analysis in a hot minute. But I want to do one now because I woke up really early this morning with the thought I should catch up on comics. And I regret reading the Robin comic for the early art alone. Anyways it brought to my attention Bernard and Tim and I have thoughts.

I was actively keeping up when Urban Legends was dropping and was like holy shit is this a date are we doing this?? And we were.

Bernard Dowd first came into the comics in the early 2000s in the Vol 2 Robin run. At a pinnacle point in Tim's life one of lots of upheaval and change. He was starting his junior year of high school. His dad was awake. He has a new step mother. And to top it all off he's about to get forcibly pulled off the after school club of Robinhood by Jack Drake. So Bernard existed in this limbo of Tim trying to find his identity without Robin and to figure out what it meant to be a regular highschooler.

Bernard was there during the a breakup of Tim and Steph not that he really knew the situation. He knew Jack and Dana. His connection to Tim was purely about Tim Drake. Bernard was also a funny character in a pure absurdist way. He decided Tim didn't fit into the stereotypes of high schooler highlighting and could roll with him highlighting how Tim doesn't have an 'identity' beyond being Robin. And then Bernard's silly conspiracy theories about the Batman and Robin situation were really showing how ridiculous a life Tim was living. And was the backdrop to say Tim finding out Steph replaced him as Robin.

Bernard was originally present for an identity crisis of Tim's and faded out of the story when that was done with. It makes a lot of sense why he would be the first boyfriend that Tim would have. During the arc about Tim discovering himself outside of Robin and rethinking who Robin is... Again. The first date I think also missed the opportunity to adjust canonically the ages and call them both 21 and have them drinking but whatever.

What I do think is that Bernard was an absurd character and should be presented that way. For example, introducing him as being in a cult is perfect absurdity. Trying to drag him into painfully boring being gay is hard but also good is scrapping off his character. There is a real legit history to be referenced and built upon. Bernard only showed up for six issues I really think it should not be hard for writers to reference that and give us something more correct.

Even down to the way Bernard dresses idk like he wore baggy clothes and graphic tees. He wore his hair long and sunglasses on his head. Then his parents put him in private school which he didn't like. So why the preppy stuff Now wouldn't it make more sense when he even in modern comics has major altercations with his parents to rebel in that visual way again? Maybe some piercings? That tattoo that was really a cult thing could have been a permanent reminder of why not to join cults.

Biology and physics to be a chef I have no idea what to say about that my cousin just went to culinary school... but with the whole chaos demon thing they could have had Bernard studying metamorphoses and that's why he was wanted. And then they could have people be like Tim is your boyfriend an evil scientist? But that's really neither here nor there just a random plot complaint.

Anyways the point is, I understand using a previously transitional character again as the subject of self discovery. I just think that he should be the same character is all

[roadtogracelandx45]

Best Kept Secrets|1| Winchester Brothers

@ohnoitsthebat

Part One

Credit for the gif goes to Tenor

Sioux Falls High School

Sam and Ellie's junior year of high school

"You know there are rumors about Ellie going around. About how she is not only easy on the eyes. I mean if the girl wasn’t on the rag I would have had my time with her."

Sam Winchester's jaw flexed in anger, as he pulled his backpack out of his gym locker, some of the football players were talking about Ellie Scott, the girl that should be considered his sister, she was the daughter of his mother's best friend, and also in the care of Bobby Singer, who knew not only his father but Ellie's as well.

They were being raised to be family, they certainly fought like siblings, mostly after Dean stopped by for a visit when John wasn't keeping him busy on hunts.

And Dean spent more time with Ellie than him or vice versa, they fought constantly about it.

Both thought they were entitled to the time with him.

Him more than her because they were actually blood-related, and Ellie thought she was entitled to it because she knew that she was going to be Dean’s at the end of the day.

But maybe it was jealousy, but he couldn't understand why he was so jealous about it.

Was it the way Dean's face lit up when he saw Ellie coming down the stairs or climbing out of the car when he beat them home?

Or was it the quiet sighs, moans, grunts, and groans coming from behind Ellie’s closed bedroom door?

Maybe it was because he wished that he was the one that he was with her, having sex with her, sleeping in the same bed with her. And he knew that he shouldn't feel that way because of her being a family friend.

A girl that he was meant to see as a sister.

And who even said that she thought of him like that too?

"Dude, Sam, you got to tell us, what is the deal between you and Ellie?" One of the guys, Tim, asked, he had been one of the few boys brave enough to ask her out asked. "Nothing, she is just a family friend." He returned, 'Her mom was best friends with mine." Tim glanced at the other two boys and smirked "I mean if I grew up with a girl like that, I would take full advantage of it."

An unfamiliar course of anger went through him, he was used to Dean being the one that would get pissed on Ellie's behalf, but never him. "Don't talk about her like that man." He warned, "She is a sweet girl."

"Yeah, a sweet easy girl.'

"How would you know? From what I heard, she wouldn't let you go all the way?" Sam smirked, he had been the one that had been home when Ellie came storming into the house from her date with Tim, angry. More angry he had ever seen her and that was including when her maternal grandparents dumped her off at Bobby’s house without so much of a goodbye.

And he had heard all about it. “Ha, you have no idea what you are talking about.” Tim laughed nervously. “I don’t? Who do you think she talked to when you dropped her off? Me.” He returned as he hoisted his backpack up on his shoulder. “SAMMY!” Her voice called from the entranceway for the men’s locker room, “C’mon! Bobby is gonna be pissed if we are late, again.” The taller Winchester brother smirked and jerked the bag up one more time, “Coming Elle.”

“Not worth it Tim.” One of the boys said clapping his hand on Tim’s shoulder, ‘I have heard stories about what Sam’s brother Dean,” His older brother went to school with the older Winchester brother before he dropped out of school, “You think Sam’s reaction was bad, Dean’s would have been worst. I am surprised that she even agreed to go out with you in the first place. My brother.” The boy paused when they all heard Ellie’s laughter coming from the entranceway, followed by a “Sam! Put me down!”, “Went to school with Dean, there are two things in the world that he loves more than his car, and that’s his brother and Ellie.”

Tim coughed trying to get rid of the sudden lump of fear that formed in his throat, “Ain’t scared of no one.”

**

“You okay Sam?” Ellie Scott questioned as he pulled open the truck door for her. “Fine.” “Don’t bullshit a bullshitter, what’s wrong?” He huffed as she climbed into the cab and settled into the middle of the bench seat. Her normal spot. “Nothin’,” “Let me guess then.’ She tapped her finger against her chin, “Tim said something about me being easy.’ His hand froze, keys halfway to the ignition. “Yeah, some of the girls were repeating them to me. They all seem to think that not only do I sleep with Dean but with you.” Sam covered up his surprise that she knew quickly, “What did you tell them?” “To shove up their scrawny asses. My relationships outside of school is none of their business. And if anyone is easy, it’s Brooke.”

Brooke was one of the girls on the cheer team that hated Ellie and always went out of her way to bully her. Ellie wasn’t like the rest of them, she was an orphan living with a family friend who owned a scrap yard and was known to be the town weirdo. And even the girl herself was weird, carrying a small pocket knife in her back jeans pocket and a flask of holy water. That wasn’t even going into the fact that she spoke Latin. Who knew Latin now a days?

“You know Dean.’ Sam started, glancing at her. “And Brooke, yeah.” She reached her fingers up and played with the end of her braid, “That’s why Dean hasn’t been back yet, and the verbal spat, I was just in.” “Why didn’t you start with that?” She shrugged her shoulders, “Already have Dean fighting my battles for me and I know you, Sammy, you would have jumped right in with it.” He went to volunteer that he wouldn’t have been but she was right, he would have rushed to her defense like he promised Dean he would. “Honestly, they are just words. They don’t know the truth and I am okay with that.”

[iamdrowninghelpme98]

Entry 15:

2024

~~~~~~~~~

reflecting

Ten years. It’s been a decade since I feel like I threw my life away. I look back, and I don’t see any future that I built for myself. No dreams. No goals. Just a trail of destruction, regret, and wasted time. It all started when I was so young. A high schooler. By the time I graduated, I wasn’t just experimenting- I was a full-blown addict. I lost my future before I even had the chance to dream of one.

That’s how I met my husband.

I was just a sophomore, at some party thrown by upperclassmen. I wasn’t supposed to be there, and my friends were only interested in meeting cute boys. I thought I was too, but I wasn’t. Not really. They weren’t into drugs, and at the time, I didn’t think I was either. But I was still chasing that escape from everything. I was prescribed Xanax for anxiety after the rape, but my prescription ran out, and I didn’t know how to get more. I wasn’t ready for the flood of anxiety without it.

That night, a guy in my class told me he knew where I could get some. He pointed me to R. Some guy in his early 20s who bought “party favors” for the seniors. And that’s where everything started to unravel.

I remember walking up to R, asking if he could hook me up with a few pills, thinking that was all I needed. He laughed in my face. I guess I didn’t look like the kind of person who would buy drugs at a party. I tried to justify it, saying I wasn’t a druggie, that I just needed them for anxiety. But it didn’t matter. He didn’t care. He was skeptical but charming- his big blue eyes, that smile… it didn’t match the idea of a dealer. He wasn’t the kind of guy your parents warned you about, but maybe that’s what made him more dangerous.

That night, I took way too many pills. I was used to a low dosage, but R gave me a dose that tripled what I was prescribed. I blacked out. That wasn’t his fault, I was acting out to impress the older crowd, I was out of my element. My so-called friends left me there. I guess they were too horrified to deal with me, too embarrassed to be associated with the mess I’d become. R offered to give me a ride home, but I blacked out again in his car, unable to even tell him where I lived. When I woke up, it wasn’t home. It was his bed.

Three days passed. Three days of more drugs, more blackouts, more nothing. I didn’t go home, didn’t go to school, didn’t talk to my parents. It all blurred together. I barely remember what we talked about, but I know we did—about life, about nothing at all. It was nonsense, but in that drugged haze, it felt magical. It felt like the rules didn’t apply to us. Time stopped. We could do whatever we wanted, take whatever we wanted, pass out wherever we wanted. I’d never felt like that before- so free, so reckless, so empty.

When he finally brought me home, it wasn’t because he wanted to. It was because my parents had threatened to file a missing persons report. Three days. They didn’t deserve that. They didn’t deserve to worry like that. But I didn’t care. I was numb. I walked through the door, barely sober, and my dad ran R off, threatening police involvement since I was a minor, and he wasn’t.

After meeting R, I finally felt like I had a friend again. I wasn’t allowed to see him, of course- my parents made sure of that after the stunt he pulled dropping me off. But I found ways around it. I’d pretend I was going to a friend’s house after school, but really, R would just pick me up and bring me back to his place. The truth is, I didn’t have many friends left anyway. But my parents didn’t know that. They didn’t know I was a laughing stock at school, that no one wanted anything to do with me anymore. I was too embarrassed to tell them the truth- that the people I once called friends now hated me.

My reputation was destroyed. I was known as a slut. It all started freshman year, after my assault. I confided in a few close friends, and the news only circulated around the community for a little while. But then, it happened again- this time assaulted by my friend’s older brother, the night before a track meet. I told her what happened eventually, but she didn’t believe me when I told her I had told her brother no. Instead, she told everyone that her brother wasn’t a rapist, that I was just a slut using rape as an excuse for sleeping around. “No one gets raped twice,” she said. She called me a whore, too embarrassed to own up to my actions, and who’d rather play the victim than admit I was just a ‘hoe.’

She was popular. Her brother was popular. Everyone listened to them. And I was a nobody.

After the accusations about me spread, everything changed. The girls in my grade stopped talking to me almost entirely. It wasn’t just whispers or side eye glances anymore- I was completely isolated. The cafeteria became unbearable, a sea of faces that either didn’t care or outright disliked me. I started ditching and getting high during lunch, just to avoid the judgment in the cafeteria, and before long, that bled over into getting high during class too. But at that point, it didn’t really matter. I was invisible to the students, and the staff didn’t seem to notice me either. I didn’t have any teachers I was close to at that point in school, no one I felt I could turn to. I was just… there, drifting.

One time, I got jumped in the parking lot by a girl who thought I was talking to her boyfriend. She was bigger than me, and I was strung out on xanax, so I didn’t stand a chance. I got my ass kicked, and not a single teacher noticed. You’d have to know my high school to understand how insane that was- there were always people around, it was a big, busy place. But that day, I was invisible. It felt personal, like even the universe had decided I didn’t matter enough to be seen. I didn’t report it, though. I couldn’t be a snitch. At the time, I couldn’t shake the thought that if it had been anyone else, someone would have stepped in. It’s kind of silly looking back, but in my messed-up mindset, it was just more proof of how little I was seen.

Another time, two girls in the grade above me got suspended for being high throughout the school day. I had two classes with one of them and one with the other. I was just as high as they were, but no one noticed me. They got in trouble, but I didn’t. I almost felt bad for them, but truthfully, I wasn’t surprised. I’d become so good at blending into the background, it was like I didn’t even exist.

But R was there for me. He saw me. He believed me. He didn’t care what anyone else thought, and for the first time in a long time, I felt important. He knew I wasn’t the things they said at school I was, he confirmed I was a real person and not the ghost I started to feel like.

Fast forward several months, and I overdosed in my bedroom one morning. I don’t remember much except waking up in the back of an ambulance with a tube down my throat and my mom crying next to me. The look on her face still haunts me. When I was discharged from the hospital, I was given two options: go to rehab or get kicked out. My mom told me she would never, ever walk in on me near death again. She couldn’t handle it. I refused rehab. I didn’t believe I had a problem. I had never been to rehab before, but I had spent 90 days in an eating disorder clinic, and I hated every second of it. I didn’t want to experience anything like that again.

So, I called R.

Within hours, I was moved into his apartment. I didn’t know where else to go. But R made it clear right away: “I’m not going to have some random kid living with me,” he said. If I was going to live there, I was to be his girlfriend. We were pretty much dating at that point anyway.

But I was excited. Someone actually wanted me. I’m not pretty, I’m not talented, and I’m not special in the slightest- but he wanted me. In that moment, I felt desired, something I wasn’t used to feeling.

I didn’t realize then what I know now.

That was the beginning. The beginning of ten years of this fucking roller coaster.

[mikittalabs]

ough i got the tim rogers boku no natsuyasumi review on and it's 12:30am so i'm in a sentimental mood lol.

idk like i've realized that i've met a ton of people, had conversations with a bunch of people, and just kinda drifted apart. and i kinda miss them all, but not in a sad way? like i'm glad i knew them, and i don't really regret drifting apart, aside from like a high school case which is a bit of an outlier.

in elementary school, i was friends with 3 different kids who all moved away at some point during the year. recently, i've found myself wondering how they are, how's their life been since 15 years ago?

or the kids who didn't move and we just slowly drifted away, or the people i've had maybe just one conversation with and never saw them again, or my old coworkers, or family members i saw once and never again, or teachers i had.

i remember all their names. i know their faces. i remember what they sound like, what i talked with them about, but i don't miss them.

one group that always comes back in my head are my old friends from high school. i graduated in 2021, and to say that covid affected it would be an understatement, i think. i don't remember much of my senior year, but i do miss my high school friends.

i've finally put it together recently that what had happened was that i essentially started dissociating at the beginning of covid. i don't remember why it started, and i don't know why it ended, but that's the best conclusion i have.

some of the only memories i have of my senior year are the times i cried on 5 separate occasions, 4 of those were all at the end of the year. i know i had to have begun ignoring that friend group, and to go and apologize now would be kinda pointless. what would it do?

be kind of funny, methinks. "hey sorry i dropped off the face of the earth, i was lowkey dissociating for a year and a half straight."

good conversation starter.

there's one girl in particular that i'm kinda worried will see this. i know she has a tumblr account. i don't know why she'd look for my blog specifically.

i think i'm worried cuz it's her that i'd most want to formally apologize to. i've considered it a couple times, but again, i'm not sure what use it'd be after 2 years. what's done is done and all.

i can't change it, but i don't think i'd want to.

which sounds kind of contradictory, i just spent 5 paragraphs regretting how my high school year ended.

i think it'd be interesting to see what would change, but i'm fine with the me i am right now. it's not perfect, it could probably be a lot better, but it's me and that's fine.

i think i'd get more out of getting to talk with my high school self. which sounds kinda wild, cuz that'd just be me but 3 years younger. idk man

so yea. sentimental mood moment

[faggotadeux]

i wish people put in more '60s accurate details in their fanfictions so i present some things from the '60s the characters in the outsiders would have seen/used/experienced.

school lunches

this is what the gang most likely would have had at school lunch. people don't really talk about school lunch in their fanfics but i really think they should. could you imagine the romance of eating "weiner wraps" with ponyboy?

these honestly sound disgusting no wonder dallas dropped out.

rip johnny cade you would have loved high school cheezy breadsticks.

EDIT: it said in the book that the greasers didn't go to the cafeteria for lunch!

halloween costumes

this one required two pictures because i wanted to show the true demon from hell itself that is the beatles mask halloween costumes. i wanna see someone write a fanfic about bob sheldon jumping johnny cade but dressed up as paul mccartney. now that would haunt my dreams.

'60s halloween costumes were honestly so scary even when they weren't trying to be.

could you imagine like a little baby four year old ponyboy going trick or treating and seeing those eyeball things? no wonder the kid has anxiety and ptsd.

60s fashion

i could make a whole post about clothing (dresses, housewear, school clothes, bathing suits, fuck even underwear) but for now i just wanted to highlight some of this stuff. if you're going for 1965, these looks are a bit more socy but cute! i wanna see cherry pop off in that orange dress.

if you're writing a few years after the main plots of the book (after 1966) that fashion could probably be seen with a lot of the characters! i could see ponyboy popping off with that sweater on the bottom left.

EDIT: fashion also depends on region! what people were wearing in Tulsa was different from what people were wearing in Miami, and vice versa.

semi-unrelated but we should acknowledge that mrs. curtis was a housewife in the 50s and for sure would have worn those pretty housewife dresses. she's so cool. we should talk about her more. EDIT: it's unlikely that she would have because of their financial status.

toys

i know that the characters are a bit old to be playing with toys- but they might still mention them in conversation. and these toys are perfect for any baby fanfics!

i know cherry would have SO played with those barbies. i would read a whole fic about cherry's barbie dreamhouse. could you imagine marcia and cherry playing barbies together? so cute. i could die.

if you're looking for toys the gang would have played with, i would look at toys from the 50s, especially for older characters like tim shepard and darry curtis.

EDIT: they most likely wouldn't have had that many toys! maybe only one or two.

christmas decorations

christmas in the '60s was so cute! i could so see cherry with one of those aluminum christmas trees in her house.

the second picture does a good job of showing what some kids might have gotten for christmas, along with what their tvs and other items looked like.

again, this is pretty soc-centered, but it can give y'all some good ideas for a nice '60s christmas fanfic with the gang.

conclusion

to start, a lot of the things here are revolve around the socs, and that's because they're rich. people idealize and remember the things that the rich had over the poor. even if the gang wouldn't have had these things, they still would have seen them around!

if you really want to go deep: look at boomer meme accounts. i know it sounds stupid, but trust me. you'll see tons of things like "no kids these days know what this means" and they think they're better than younger generations because technology has advanced. it's a great way to learn about some of the small things people had to do everyday that won't get talked about.

there were some parts of the '60s that were really cute. obviously, other parts of the decade weren't so i advise you all to be careful with how you write decade-accurate pieces. racism, homophobia, transphobia, misogyny, and many other issues were rampant at this time. (general psa: you can write gay characters in 60s fanfictions! gay people did exist in the 60s.)

i do this thing in my fanfiction i like to call "vintage touches" where in would incorporate things from the original text/60s like drive in theaters, music, record players, fashion, etc. but, i would still have the fanfiction take place in the modern day.

this was a very fun post to make and i hope y'all like it! if anybody wants anything they want to see, please shoot me an ask! this is just scratching the surface.

[rendy-a]

Hello, hello! It's so nice to see you write for the pet au. You write really well too! I find myself gushing with every post you come up with, haha! XD

I'd like to request for some headcanons where Trey, Ruggie, and Azul are bought by a master that's often forgetful and likes to daydream, just very deattached from reality overall. How will these pets handle such a master? I'm interested to find out your take~

Thank you in advance! <3

Ah, my first ask!  How exciting 😊.  I’m glad you are enjoying my take on the Pet AU.  I am trying hard to make sure I do it justice.

A master who lives in their own world of daydreams.  Most would choose a companion type pet to be a dedicated secretary for such a forgetful master.  For a house pet like Trey, Ruggie and Azul, its an added challenge they must tackle.

It’s less like you need a pet and more like you need a big brother.  Luckily for you, Trey has that covered!  You’re just another one of his adorable little siblings to look out for!

He’ll encourage you to sit at the counter while he bakes the day’s meal.  Go ahead and tell him your rambling stories, he doesn’t mind at all.  The way your train of thought wanders is just so cute!  You probably forget what you were trying to say by the end of it but��that’s just perfect because it’s time to try a cookie fresh from the oven anyway!

Trey is also on top of reminding you about all the little things you need to do.  Did you send that Thank You card for the birthday gift?  How about that early morning meeting you have tomorrow?  Better go to be early!  And his absolute must-do, brushing your teeth!  Do you need him to give you a step-by-step on all the best tips for good oral hygiene?  He is happy to do it.

Trey also has another side though.  Just like any overprotective big brother, he sometimes likes to keep things from you…for your own good!  If he judges a task to be something he doesn’t think you should do, he will just not remind you about it.  That lunch with your old high school friend that always seems to put you down, looks like he also “forgot” when that was supposed to happen.  Guess you missed that, huh?  Maybe next time… Don’t be sad Master, I’ll bake you a tarte to cheer you up.  Come, tell me a story while I start the oven.

What ever possessed a sweet innocent daydreamer like you to adopt a con man like Ruggie?  You are a textbook odd couple, a total mismatched pair!  Not that he doesn’t try to clean up his act but…you make it so hard. 

Sometimes you’ll give him treats and then…forget you’ve just given him a treat.  Now you are asking Ruggie if he wants a second doughnut for being such a good boy?  Is…is this a trick?  He will resist this time but honestly master, he can only take so much!

And then there are the reminders you need for your forgetfulness.  Does he remind you?  Of course!  He is fond of his sweet master, after all.  Just don’t think he doesn’t get anything out of it!  He has a skill for bringing things up with such perfect timing to get out of things or save himself effort.  Bath time?  Oh, but wait master, didn’t you need to call your granny tonight?  Guess bath time will have to wait for later.  Or don’t you need to go downtown now?  Guess he can ride with you to do his shopping then.  Shishishi!

The one thing Ruggie won’t stand for, though, is to have anyone else take advantage of you.  Did you already pay for your coffee?  Yes master, he remembers and…maybe he should do your morning coffee run from now on.  Just relax and look out the window for a bit.  Ruggie will be right back.  Got your head in the clouds again master?  Don’t worry about it, I’ve got your back.

You are quite a problem for Azul to solve.  He is so desperately trying to win your attention and then these sorts of things happen.  Did you see that!?  He managed to levitate every single plate you dropped and get them all set on the table before any of the food even spilled and…you are just distractedly gazing into space.  Ok then, maybe next time.  Ah master, that task you set him to is complete.  All your socks are arranged perfectly by color, seasonal use and material.  Oh…you don’t remember asking him to organize your socks…well silly him.  He spends a lot of time in his octopot getting over the disappointment.

Where he has more success is in keeping you on schedule.  It is in Azul’s nature to make careful plans, for himself and now for you too.  He has long since discovered the best way to track all your appointments and deliver you timely reminders for them.  Even though its taxing to send so many updates, when you get home with the milk AND the bread AND the cereal, well it feels like a big win to you both.

Everything you put him through is worth it, when you give him one of those soft smiles and tell him all your thoughts.  Your dreams are always so interesting to him.  Such imaginative ideas and never with any judgement.  Azul thinks the world would be wonderful if it was just the way it is in your dream.  As he listens to your rambles, he secretly tries to plan ways to make your impossible daydreams come true.  Maybe someday I’ll be part of your world Master.

[batimagines]

￤a𝗹𝗹 go𝗼𝗱 bo𝘆𝘀 g𝗼 t𝗼 hea𝘃𝗲𝗻 ꜜ

↬ dick grayson x reader

↬ warnings: betrayal quotes and curse words

↬ words: 2k

↬ sorry for any mistakes english isn't my language, but i tried. and if you can, let me know what you think.

  ❝ 'cause I know it's true, they say:

all good boys go to heaven but

bad boys bring heaven to you... ❞

-— heaven, julia michaels

Dick Grayson was an amazing boyfriend and that no one could deny.

You are an old friend from high school. The two were best friends and studied in the same class until their third year. Maybe he doesn't remember exactly how you started talking, but you became inseparable over the next few months. However, a new job offer to your father split them up and you had to move out of Gotham the year you graduated.

But you never forgot Dick. How could you not remember all the amazing moments you created while you were together? You had a wonderful friendship and the memories always warmed your heart.

Therefore, it was already expected that you would return to your hometown as soon as possible. And so, after graduating in biological sciences, you went on a quest to build a new life in Gotham and most importantly, find your old best friend.

Dick couldn't be happier at his sudden return, other than surprised, of course. And you can't help but notice how good time had done him, whatever he'd been doing for the last few years.

Despite the time apart, it wasn't difficult for you to go back to being the friends you were before. Dick introduced you to his family and you had to stop yourself from making any comments about how her father liked to adopt children.

After going out on your free time, dropping gifts on your apartment door and long conversations after a tiring shift at work, it was more than clear to anyone that stronger feelings were involved in this new relationship of yours. It took a while, but both of them wasted no time once they stopped denying how they felt about each other and five months after you got back together, Dick and you became Gotham's newest couple.

Dating Richard Grayson was like having the best days of your life every day. He was affectionate, considerate, and protective of you, mainly because of his nightlife. You didn't need to know the two of them for anyone to be completely sure that your boyfriend loved you, just look at the way his eyes sparkled as he looked at you. Again, Dick was an amazing boyfriend and to say you were spoiled by him would be almost an understatement. He would do anything for his girl.

Knowing this extreme trust in you, Dick soon set about opening up about his life as a vigilante, consequently, you found out about the others as well. However, you have to admit that I already suspected that Grayson was hiding something, after all the excuses about the sudden injuries were already getting ridiculously repetitive. And in which universe does someone dislocate their wrist while playing board games with their little brother? Okay, fine, it's possible to make an exception when the brother in question is Damian Wayne, but still. Sibling relationships aside, Dick said that for a relationship to work well, it was important not to keep secrets and lies with each other and you, like him, followed the commandment.

Until you meet Jason Todd.

Despite having known Bruce, Alfred, Tim, Damian and the girls from the beginning, as I said, you were only introduced to the problem brother after a year of dating. And honestly? If you had powers to predict the future or knew someone who did, you would have pretended to be sick the day you met Jason Todd.

Maybe then, you weren't alone now.

You and Jason hit it off right away. In the eyes of others, you elevated a brother-in-law relationship to a beautiful friendship, and that was great. Dick was glad you got along with everyone in your family, especially Todd who could have the potential to act like the most annoying of the brothers if he wanted to. Batfamily members said Dick couldn't have picked anyone better. Yeah, everyone really liked you. So that must be why they were extremely disappointed when they discovered that this friendship with Jason was the most reckless, selfish and toxic thing that ever happened in that mansion.

He was once told that all good boys go to heaven, but bad boys bring heaven to you, it was somewhat poetic and a little questionable, but it took a similar situation to really understand.

Dick Grayson made you a better person, he was your faith, he made you feel loved and cared for like no one had ever done before. Dick Grayson was an amazing human being, he deserved all the best from other people and besides, he was very good to you.

But Jason Todd was the complete opposite. He was the problem kid, walked side by side with danger and still laughed at him behind his back and maybe that was what attracted his attention. You wanted to play in the fire that Jason Todd was, but you forgot to be careful not to get burned. He made you become a sinner.

You knew you were making a mistake and you were sure a little voice inside warned you that you would bitterly regret it. You knew you were being a motherfucker for letting Jason's hands touch your body while your boyfriend slept peacefully in one of Wayne Manor's bedrooms. You knew that enjoying Todd's hot, wild touches only made your situation worse.

You knew things were going downhill from there when after months of being on the sly with Jason, he asked you to break up with Dick. You knew this mistake was snowballing when, the next day, Jason confessed his feelings for you. You knew you had managed to make your situation twice as bad when he said he would. You knew there was no turning back when Dick caught the two of them lying in bed between the sheets.

It was a cold and rainy morning, the perfect weather to match the tension that had been in that room when the door was swung open.

"Tell me this isn't true."

You thought for a few seconds if they hadn't been discovered before and Dick was just ignoring it and avoiding all the destruction it would bring, after all you were dating a detective, it wouldn't surprise you if he was holding the fuse until it burned.

"Dick, I--"

"Please tell me I got it wrong and that you didn't have sex with my little brother."

Yeah, you were sure he already knew before.

"It's true and I hate myself for it." Lie, you sure hated being the reason for all the sadness and disappointment emanating from Dick, but you still had a side of you that didn't hate what you had with Jason. You got out of bed and started picking up your clothes from around the room to put them on. "That was a mistake, it didn't mean anything."

"Didn't it mean anything? God, it almost gets worse. Has anything ever meant anything to you?"

"Yes, it did, with you. Our courtship meant something to me."

"How do you expect me to believe that?"

"Because it's true and you know I love you." You could feel Jason's gaze burning your back not yet completely covered, the younger's silence certainly made you more tense.

"No, you don't. You have no idea what love is, Yn. You don't know what it means to love someone. Because when you do, you'd rather die than hurt the other person. sure don't fuck your boyfriend's fucking brother." Despite the aggressive words, Dick spoke calmly, no swearing uttered in the highest pitch of voice, and that was frightening to say the least for you.

"I'm sorry, Dick." Nothing would do from now on, but even so you felt the stubborn tears running down your face. "I love you. And you love me, you love me, Dick. Remember?" One step in front of him was two in Grayson's retreat.

"Yes. You have no idea how much I love you, but this is something I'm going to have to get over."

"Please, Dick, listen to me. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I--"

"Can you shut the fuck up, Yn? Because if you keep apologizing, I'll feel like an idiot for not forgiving you. And if I forgive you, you'll just break my heart all over again and... I trusted you." You watched silently as Dick ran his hands through the black strands of hair, he always did that when he was nervous and didn't want to lose his temper. "You once told me that I had the power to destroy you. But you know what? You are the only thing that destroys people. I wish you had never come back."

"Dick, wait--" You yelled as Dick turned, walked out of the room and answered you with the slam of the door. For a moment, you thought about going after him, but stopped when you heard a snort of laughter from whoever was still there. Your troubles weren't over yet.

"What the fuck was that?"

Justice is delayed, but it does not fail. That's what they say, isn't it? The consequences of your lies kept coming. You made Jason believe that you loved him and that you wanted to be with him, now you'd said that everything they'd been through meant nothing other than that you loved someone else. You managed to break two people's hearts in such a short time.

"I made a mistake, we did."

"I really liked you. Fuck, I told you I loved you and you said you did." You refused to turn and face Jason at that moment. "Is that why you didn't break up with Dick sooner? Was I just a hobby for you?"

"That's not how it happened and you know it, Jason."

"I spent my whole life thinking I'd never be as good as he was. You were the only person that made me think that maybe I was. But I guess it was all a lie, huh? Because that's what you do, you mind, mind and mind compulsively."

"You did too, Jason. You're just as wrong in this story as I am."

"No, Yn. It wasn't me who cheated, it wasn't me who said I love you without loving. I wasn't a motherfucker to anyone." Hypocrite, obviously he'd been, he'd betrayed his own brother's trust, but you weren't in the right frame of mind to start an argument with Jason. "And I won't be the one who's going to be alone, because you know what? 'That's enough for me."

Perhaps the only truth in all of this is that you didn't love, and I dare say you never did, Dick Grayson and Jason Todd. You loved how they made you feel.

Dick was nice and kind and caring, he made you feel wanted and loved. It gave you the peaceful feeling of a picnic in the park on a sunny day. He was her happy ending to a cliché romance.

Jason was hot and sin personified, he made you feel the adrenaline and he became your addiction. It was like feeling butterflies in your stomach when you were riding a ride too high or too fast in an amusement park. He was the tension and suspense of a horror movie.

You didn't love them, but you wanted to have them both. You wanted to have two things that were impossible to have together, but you couldn't choose just one. You planted a bomb among the Waynes and left without rendering any assistance when it exploded. You wouldn't be there to see the damage but you hoped everything would be okay.

And now, you have nothing left.