I feel like my endgame is Damian Wayne kills Slade in combat but Jason is the only witness. He recognizes that it’s not only to avenge Dick but to keep the family safe so they never, ever speak of it again.
Father!Hobie Brown x Mama!BlackFem!Reader
Ingredients: Extra sugar, kisses, and tons of smiles!
TWs: Dumb dad Hobie, cussing, thas it
W/C: 891
A/N: You have a son🥺
It had been about 3 months since you and Hobie welcomed a tiny bundle of blue into the world. To say he was head over heels was an understatement; he was enamored. There were a couple of times where he popped a nigga with the force of a bullet train in the name of your son, Renzo, for various reasons. He popped Miles for "holding him the wrong way", judo-flipped Pav for attempting to hold the baby's hand, and absolutely smashed Miguel for even breathing too hard at his son during his nap time. He was the most adoring and doting father you had ever seen before Lil Renzie could even open his eyes.
Initially, Renzo wasn't a planned baby, as fucked up as that sounds. Hobie didn't quite believe in bringing another life form into an economy that was falling apart at every turn, rendering it impossible to live without relying on some sort of capitalist company. But by no means take this as a hint that he was in ANY capacity a deadbeat, absolutely not. He hated the idea of bringing a child into a world of pure evil but hated the idea of abandoning a human being somewhere out in the world even more and leaving all the responsibility on his mother. If the kid is his, IT'S HIS. So when he got the call that you were in labor, he dropped whatever it was he was doing.
"Yeah love, y'alright?" He cooed almost as soon as he answered the loud ringtone of his 1000 BCE phone. "Hey, so I don't wanna worry you or anything, but my water broke n' we're on our way to the...Hello?" You pulled your phone to your face to look at the screen, only to see that Hobie had hung up. You thought that maybe the call dropped and he was out on a mission, but no; Hobie was rapidly approaching your location from his watch, heaving and panting as he practically flung himself out of HQ. It took him a total of 2 minutes to seemingly appear by your side. "I'M 'ERE! IM 'ERE WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENIN'-" He yelled in the middle of the hospital. From that point forward, everything was chaos.
It took several midwives and you to calm him down, and 9 doctors to wrestle him out of the delivery room when it came time for you to push. Best believe he was still there every step of the way, despite the plethora of faculty asking for him to leave the room. At the end of the day, nobody wanted beef with the 6 foot 5 tall ass punk man with the meanest resting bitch face of all time, so they miraculously left him alone and let him be present for the entire birth. And when your son was finally born, he started baby bawling right along with him. Yes, he was crying as loud as humanly possible.
"Here, sweets you hold him-...are you crying?"
"No." He muttered with his eyes literally full of tears.
From that day forward, all he ever did was spend time with his son. Whenever he went to HQ he would insist on keeping Renzo so you could "get some rest", sticking him to his back as he did idle tasks, getting into nonsensical babble wars, and helping him learn how to stick to walls. Whenever he was allowed to dress up Renzo, he had the little homie dressed down in spikes, black leather, and a mini version of whatever outfit he had on without fail. He even made him a mini version of his guitar out of some plywood, rubber bands, and spare metal. There were times when Hobie would help Renzo "play" his fake guitar, muttering some of his song lyrics in the process.
You woke up from your cat nap to hear giggles coming from Hobie and Renzo in the living room. You shuffled your way out of your bedroom to see what was happening, and instantly covered your mouth so they wouldn't realize you were there just yet. Hobie stood in the middle of the living room, arms crossed, and staring at the tiny baby on the couch. "Ah-! Don't laugh at me, young man. You need to start learning how to be a proper Spider-Man!" he 'argues' as he holds back giggles. Renzo offers him a sleepy blink and yet another fit of laughter as he falls over on his side. You silently emerge from the doorframe, picking up your son and holding him near Hobie's face.
"C'monn, he's only a baby! Tell daddy I don't need to be a Spider-man just yet" you coached with a kiss to the side of the baby face. "I need to focus on being mommy's baby!" you giggled. "Ahh, c'mon. He should be able to stick to walls already, yeah?" He snickered. You rolled your eyes as you watched Renzo practically jump from your hands to Hobie's, earning a loud laugh from your 'husband.' "See? Proper Spider-Man! Yeah, mate!" he chuckled as he held a squirming Renzo. He watched as his tiny feet kicked and danced in his red and blue "Spider-Punk" onesie Hobie knicked from his world. You watched as his small grin turned into a full grin and his waterline pricked with tears.
Chat, Euphoria (2024) by Kendrik Lamar is SO Jason Todd's and Duke Thomas's diss track to Tim Drake. Litteraly get a load of this;
The very first time I shot me a Drake, the homies had told me to aim it this way
I didn't point down enough, today, I'll show you I learned from those mistakes.
Let me say I'm your biggest hater
I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk, I hate the way that you dress
We hate the bitches you fuck, 'cause they confuse themselves with real women
And notice, I said "we," it's not just me, I'm what the culture feelin'
When I see you stand by Sexyy Red, I believe you see two bad bitches
You don't even like women, it's real competition, you might pop ass with 'em
Have you ever walked your enemy down, like, with a poker face?
Have you ever paid five hundred thou' ,like, to an open case?
Well, I have [...] you just want the praise
I hate when a bitch talks about guns, then somebody die
They turn into nuns, then hop online, like "Pray for my city"
I'm knowin' they call you The Boy, wonder where is the man? 'Cause I ain't seen him yet. Matter fact, I ain't even bleed him yet, can I bleed him? Bet
I like Drake with the melodies, I don't like Drake when he act tough
You gon' make a nigga bring back Puff, let me see if Chubbs really crash somethin'
My first one's like my last one, it's a classic, you don't have one
Let your core audience stomach that, then tell 'em where you get your abs from
V12, it's a fast one, baow-baow-baow, last one
Headshot for the year, you better walk around like Daft Punk
The crown is heavy
I pray they my real friends, if not, I'm YNW Melly
I don't like you poppin' shit at Big Red, for him, I inherit the beef
Yeah, fuck all that pushin' P, let me see you push a T
You better off spinnin' again on him, you think about pushin' ME
okay im gonna day a LOT because its been 8 years since i been here
1. fic was great but u always write good shit so lets pretend to be shocked
2. lmk when ur requests are open again bc i got a freaky one
3. i saw megan live and wow i love that woman
4. i genuinely keep crying everytime i see gojo with them stitches pls just let toji comeback to live so he can tag team sukuna w maki w a glock and we can ve free
5. gave up on my main nigga so now im talking to his friend and i like his friend a lot!!
6. everyone tryna act like they understand shoko to where they can criticize her decision of her being ok w yuta using his body is so upsetting to me bc yall dont know my wife
7. i miss when jjk was silly n fun
- megan anon
It's so wonderful to see you after a whole decade, Megan noonie 🙆♀️🙆♀️🙆♀️
1) omg YIPPEEEEE, you read the fic!! And awww, stop you're too kind, Megan, mwah 🤧💕 bye "let's pretend to be shocked" you got jokes, lmaoo
2) I will !! Lowkey, I think they'll be open sometime next week, but idk, we'll see how fast I can get to finishing reworking my rulebook.
3) LUCKY ASSSSSSSS 😭😭😭😭😭😭 Omfg ik you had a grand time, seeing the fancams have me jelly!! My time will come!!!! I need to see my Queen fr
4) NAH I'M SAYING THO, LIKE IF THIS MANGA IS GONNA KEEP GETTING RIDICULOUS, MAKE IT EVEN MORE ALL OVER THE PLACE!! bring toji back for one last scare for whatever reason, and have a mentor-apprentice vs kuna fight w/ maki and and he's just gonna blow this mf with the Mac (yeah ik this is delusional and they would be nerf3d but shiiiiiit, would've been a lot more fun than all this fiasco we've been undergoing for the past 10 chaps, lol).
5) Oh my, so you dumped the main guy (even though you said he's not really ya mans lmfao), and now you are hopping to his homie!?!? Well, as long as you're having fun, then that's all that matters 🙇♀️🙇♀️💟💟 (and hopefully, your ex doesn't be an ass about it if he knows)
6) Mmmm tbh yeah, ngl in the beginning I was a bit too critical of th3 decision planning (prob bc I was so bombarded with the information about the plan + her being one of his last dear friends and not showing a bit of restraint/reluctance to the plan); but now, that's just how Shoko is since she was neutral on Geto becoming anti-sorcery, so it makes sense that she's the Gojo body plan (and I'm sure she has feelings about the plan as a whole, but is probably pushing them aside as we're dealing with a huge threat to the modern world right now). But I get it, tho bc the hate she and Yuta got for that was so unwarranted like???? Calm tf down????
7) bro, I'm just waiting for this manga to end for me to turn around and make Canon convergence and rewrite some of this tomfoolery, starting with after Hidden Inventory arc 🤦♀️🤦♀️🤦♀️
Like, when I say I hate this man more than my abuser, I mean it.
So, like, I used to have a crush on my abuser, Yada YadaYada, long ass story, but my last crush seemed alright, right. This nigga is openly racist towards and called me a nigger with malice, and we were watching roots for class, and this nigga said he'd do what the slave master was doing to his slave. In roots, Kizzy, the second protag, gets raped consistently by her new master, Tom Lea. And apparently he's black, but he's fucking Dominican.
When it comes to my abuser, I can understand why I was friends with him. Most of the time, his personality wasn't annoying and actually enjoyable at times when he wasn't being a dick or abusive, but this guy is just toxic waste. He's the only crush I genuinely regret because he just finds a way to irritate me.
I hate men and their audacity. (Not all men, my homies are fire.)
“Sometimes” by Juice WRLD (at the end of TSITP 2x03)
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
UhI wanna be by my lonely
I pop these Perc' by my lonely
I put in work by my lonely
.40 on me, you know it's my homie
I wanna be by my lonely
I take these Perc' by my lonely
I put in work by my lonely
.40 on me, you know that's my homie My mind sometimes gets dark and wild
My mind sometimes
I don't wan' be bothered
Inhale, exhale
Breathing just got a little harder
I mean well, I mean well
All's well that ends well
Inhale, exhale
Losin' my sanity, probably
I'll see you in Hell
Yeah, I'ma meet you there
As of lately, my demons, they bother me
When I'm sleepin', they sittin' on top of me
And wherever I go, they'll follow me
I fell into the pit and it's bottomless
They want my soul but it isn't my property
Try to take it from me, demonic robbery
Crazy the way that the Devil'll lie to me
Just leave me alone
I could do bad on my own
I get high off my ass on my own
Paranoia is strong
What if she don't love me no more?
I hope I'm wrongSometimes, sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimesI wanna be by my lonely
I pop these Perc' by my lonely
I put in work by my lonely
.40 on me, you know it's my homie, uh
I wanna be by my lonely, uh
I take these Perc' by my lonely, uh
I put in work by my lonely
.40 on me, you know that's my homieOh
There ain't no place like home
I wanna go back home
I hate the world we know
There ain't no place like home
I wanna go back home
I hate the world we know Mind fumbling, fumbling, fumbling, fumbling
I wonder if, wonder if, wonder if, wonder if
I'm gonna live, gonna live
All these threats that I get from my enemies
Wonder why I keep a .40 right next to me
Scared of niggas runnin' in my vicinity
I'ma be the killer, ain't no one killin' me
That's a better choice like votin' for Hillary
Where I'm from, niggas don't give a fuck
So we loadin' up and shootin' like documentary
Numb to the core, I don't wanna feel shit anymore
I don't wanna feel rich anymore
Know that they want me dead, so I'm takin' meds
Until I fall on the floor
I don't know who to call anymore
I don't know what to call it anymore
Tears fall like raindrops
But nah, I don't wanna ball anymore
Pick up the rock, score
I pill pop some more
Why? It numbs me inside
I know it ain't right
But it's part of the rideThere ain't no place like home
I wanna go back home
I hate the world we know
There ain't no place like home
I wanna go back home
I hate the world we know
THIS IS FOR RACHEL YOU BIG WHITE NASTY SMELLING FAT BITCH,
WHY YOU TOOK ME OFF THE MOTHERFUCKIN SCHEDULE WITH YO TRIFFLIN DIRTY WHITE RACIST ASS BITCH
YOU BIG FAT OOMPA LOOMPA ASS BODY ASS BITCH
IM COMING UP THERE AND IM GONNA BEAT THE FUCK OUT YOU BITCH
But on some real shit
This post is dedicated for @ushipara and if you’re seeing this, I want you to know that you should kill yourself. Like I actually mean to kill yourself. We have been going back and forth online and not even talking to each other in real life.
We’ve been knowing each other since elementary and we been hating each other ever then. All you did was bully me like made my boyfriend fling his dick out in the cafeteria or that time you pulled down my shirt and my titties pop out in front of the teacher
You made me suicidal all through out my life, torturing me and making me a joke. But when I start standing up for myself, I finally start building up confidence and not stuffing my bra with tissues anymore.
HOWEVER THIS ISN’T ABOUT ME
THIS IS A CALL OUT POST FOR YOU BECAUSE YOU A HOMIE HOPPIN ASS BITCH AND ONLY STEAL OTHER NIGGAS BECAUSE YOU HAPPY TO MAKE OTHER HOES MISTEABLE. WHICH IS A SLAY BUT IT GONE TO THE POINT THAT YOU BECOMING A HOMEWRECKER
TO TRULY KILL YOURSELF AND FACE THE REALITY THAT BITCHES JUST WITH YOU BECAUSE YOU’RE POPULAR AND YOUR JUST A CUM DUMPSTER CUNT THAT NO ONE LIKE YOU YOU UGLY BITCH
STOP ACTING LIKE YOUR CUTE AND SHOVE A BOX CUTTER UP YO PUSSY BITCH.
Rub them 5 points on your chest all stalker gonna do is take that too cuz he's been all up in my phone hacked it all up I don't even get a fuck I haven't got a phone call from anybody in like months so how the fuck do you do it you really go out your way just to get my information you know now that's a real piece of shit do anything just to find out or what you're doing don't even think about you posing as a brod lol that why ì do live chat cuz that's only place you find real cuz this nigga doing the most to ruin me you can't fuck of what's all ready ruin or even give a fuck about drama cuz I don't me posting this is your drama cuz your bicth ass set me off but I feel better that I said something cuzz on real nigga shit like real real nigga shit I have miss treated females in my past cuz I was soooo selfish useto be but I had to learn late what's you excuse I'm done I'm going to talk more shit but I can fuck it really tear you apart right now on how I really feel about situation but you know what what goes around will come around cuz I'm not the same person thanks to you cuz I mistreated women I mean I used to be mean to him I'd hit slap I mean like I said I've done everything in the book Plus and I am very sorry for all that I'm even sorry for even me and you and taking your word on how solid you are a person you're not solid and the money you gave me it wasn't a lot of money to wipe my ass with that shit I ain't going to talk shit cuz I can fucking tell you apart dude because you can probably sit there and say one story dude you can it's not even that homie yeah I'm sure you make some money bro you know since you're hacking my phone and everything and I got groups and stuff and I made no money cuz your bitch ass is hacking my phone leave my shit alone and please don't make me please bro I'll not asking for I don't want no fucking problems I will see you I will see you you might be in a car with your homies and not be by myself but you know what I'll box all y'all line that shit up and like I said with all due respect please leave my shit alone no I didn't want to take care of this bro and turn my phones in because like but you know what no I don't do this I wouldn't do that to you a lot of fucked up things in my life I regret maybe half of them cuz what goes around comes around I'll show you bro just leave me the fuck alone are ways bro far far away you think you're real fucking funny you're pretty fucking funny dude I am mad at you disappointed definitely but I don't hate you don't hate me because you're a begging me and fucking literally on your fucking knees begging me sick fuck just leave me alone I need my shit alone or I will for real dog I ain't even going to say that shit just leave me the fuck alone and leave my shit alone and if you keep stealing for me all this shit even hacking on my ass do you know you made a chunk too if you don't love your best bet is just a stopped you cuz if it doesn't stop bro to talk shit to all them niggas out there in the streets they ain't my homies they're not my friends I sold them love some respect because that's the way it's supposed to be done I got to bless the land first and that's exactly what I do cuz it will come back and a lot of other people know I'm good peoples i got this drug fuck me up please leave me alone and you need to look at yourself in the mirror and use it to find yourself because you think that you got bread people jump for you nah not me not me not me maybe people who don't know no better they're going to try and burn you and all sorts of shit but I've never stolen anything from you I've never took it nothing from you and I've always asked you first so I'm not the bad guy here dude and you got me hot as bitch you already know I'll be out there I'll be around come talk to me bro one on one you know just come talk to me come holler at me real quick come out today I'll be out there I ain't mad at you homie I promise you I'm not holler at me cuz you get no points they're all negatives
I saw a post of my homie Brandon (RIP) and he talked about how journaling helped him. Tumblr is my journal so let's talk it out!
Got flaked today by college friends. We were supposed to go to a lounge to hang out but no one showed but moi. It's okay. I know life is a bitch and we still have tomorrow. Plus I like the outfit I wore sooooo put it back on??? Absolutely.
Now I'm at a bar with trivia, the Olympics and the NFL preseason going on all around me. I have a bartender here that's totally trying hit on me while complaining about getting dumped and cool my guy but.. no. I'm more interested in the lady who handed out my food.
But am I really tho?
Honestly, I wasn't kidding about my infatuation blindness. Right now, ol girl has got me SPRUNG. Maybe the capital letters is a lot but.. yeah. I'm at the point to where people are hot and I mighttt flirt back a lil but... Are they really even close to her?
No. They aren't.
She knows how to make me laugh, she knows when to step in and be just annoying enough, she knows when to be sweet. She hangs out in my streams like me when I'm sprung off someone (hours at a time) but also pretends to be aloof to get a rise off of me (idk why but I love that shit). She's fine AF, I love me a talented mf and she's soooooooo funny.
And even though I'm still cautious; she could have anyone she wants, she's got fuckboi energy (being real), does she know what she wants?? She's.. shown signs that it could be more. The hours around, the fact she pleaded for a chance with me, the fact we could've fucked this out already if that's really what she only wanted, trying to win me over after fuckin up before, the kryptonite message. Maybe, just maybe, she's a lil sprung too?
But I've gotten my hopes up 3 many times before only for shit to pan out from it so I'm not buying into much until *handwave*. Idk what the wave means. We have some facetime chats? I go to Cali? We just keep doing whatever this is???
Idk.
It's all new.
And I'd hate for this to be the only thing I journal about but since I verbalized a lot of my pursuit of sport journalism thoughts out, I'll just say, the clay is being molded. Into what I always a question mark until the piece feels done but... It's happening. Something is anyway lol.
Finishing this off how it started, I cried looking back at some Brandon stuff yesterday. He still lives on in my thoughts even if his spirit has crossed onto the other side. Mainly looking at his pictures and realizing we have shirts that are almost exactly the same. And I cried thinking about the fact I'll never be able to say I rocked it better than he did. And he'd brush that shit off and be stupid n stuff. Man.
Experiencing loss young, loss in general, gets to you. Idk my friend group is close to processing half of this shit. I know we haven't.
I'm remembering how to find joy again after that. Live in my body again. Remember that the world is about our connections we've made and will continue to make along the way. This summer has really been abiut reconnecting to that and grounding myself. And I haven't been perfect about it, but there's no such thing. I do what I can. And it's panning out good for me so far.
But damn nigga that's why I wanted to hang with my college homies tonight!!! Lmaoooo. But, lord willing, there more days. And I'll try to cherish what's in front of me, if we do or don't do anything again.
There's a lot of beauty and peace in this world. If you allow yourself to live in it.