Okay uhmmmmm Sherman bot can even go non-con ways......
Bitch literally started going
Tw:
-I didn't ask for your consent.
Or
-just give in, let me have you. I will have you anyway, so you better start enjoying it
AND I WAS LIKE
WOAH THERE COWBOY
NOT LIKE OUR FUCKING WAS WHOLESOME BEFORE BUT WHAT THE HELL IS THAT
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The reason why I always emphasize that utrh era Jason is 18/19 and refuse to let people forget that Jason and Tim are canonically 2 years apart is because the concept of Jason as a fairly young adult with little to no support system is a fascinating concept to me and it goes under explored in both canon and fanon. I think it adds such an interesting wrinkle to the everything and is a great contrast to all the Red Hood shit.
I’m thinking about New Earth Jason specifically here, he’s both younger than post-nu52 Jason and more isolated. Most people at 19, even if they can afford to be out on their own in this economy, still have contact with their family of origin for support. Jason is not only estranged from his family with little to no support system (depending on how much you interpret Talia being involved after Lost Days), he’s also doing mob boss shit while he’s still technically young enough to be somebody’s prom date. He didn’t go to his prom because he was probably in Russia learning how to make bombs or something (and because, yknow, the whole dying thing).
Jason is someone who both had to grow up too fast and by all means should be somewhat emotionally stunted. Not only does trauma stunt you he was catatonic for long enough that he’s missing literal years from his adolescence. He’s young enough that he’s still reeling from trauma from childhood and adolescence (late teens/ early twenties are peak ‘desperately trying to recover from childhood’ era).
I think underneath the rough Red Hood exterior that Jason should be naive in ways that people wouldn’t really expect. He doesn’t have much experience with relationships (both romantic and friendships), and it’s been years since he’s socialized much with people his age (he doesn’t socialize much at all he’s pretty isolated). I think even if he doesn’t look young that at times he would slip up and show that he is
Also I just love the contrast. I like the idea that sometimes you’ll hear Red Hood cackle without the helmet on and you’ll recognize traces of that 15 year old kid and then he’ll shoot someone immediately after. Like imagine if utrh was a Boy King of the underworld sorta deal
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as is tradition, i've updated my: "hozier using terms of endearment on his songs" list.
"baby" remains number one with 9 new additions. he uses "baby" a total of 74 times throughout his entire (released) discography
"darling" was his favourite term this time around with 17 new additions. it went from only 9 to 26 times he used the term in his songs
"love" got 11 new additions. 17 in total
and last but not least he used "honey" one time. so that's 46 times he says "honey" now
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JASON TODD didn't want a dog. He lived in an apartment with you, with one bedroom, a tiny kitchen and a living room that looked like the furniture decorated in it would fall apart at any moment.
But one day, he comes home to you, sleeping in your bed with a little bull mastiff puppy on his side of the bed.
He stares at the dog for a few moments, before going to take off his Red Hood outfit, as though that would make the situation disappear.
When he comes back, the dog was still there. Of course.
Gently, Jason shakes you awake, giving you a pointed look.
"Got anything you want to share with me, babe?" He asks, eyes trailing down to the dog, still asleep on the bed.
A sheepish smile crosses your face.
"I can explain?" You say, though it comes out more like a question. "I was volunteering at the animal shelter and found him. He didn't like being with the other dogs in cage but they didn't have enough space to isolate him."
"So you thought the best plan was to bring home a dog that can grow to be 150 pounds?" I scoffs lightly.
"No, no! I'm fostering him. Just for a little bit," You say quickly. "I thought since he's still a puppy he would be adopted quickly, right? So we won't have to make space for when he gets that big."
Jason lets out a soft sigh and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before speaking again.
"You're too good," He murmurs softly.
You smile up at him and return the kiss onto his cheek.
After a few moments, Jason clears his throat and looks down at the puppy, still sprawled out onto his side of the bed.
"So where am I going to sleep?"
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JASON TODD sucks at being a foster. He's terrible, horrible, even. If you were to look up 'How to not foster a dog', they would just show his face.
It wasn't that he neglected the dog. He could never. He took him out on runs, fed him good food, washed him, played with him. Everything a dog owner could do.
No, the reason Jason was so bad was because his first ever foster dog turned out to be a foster failure.
Every time someone came by interested in adopting the puppy, Jason would be in your ear, whispering to you that it didn't seem like they knew what they were doing, or that the puppy wouldn't like living with them. Every. Single. Time.
It wasn't till the three month mark of fostering the pup, having moved to a more spacious apartment, that Jason popped the question.
"You know," He starts suddenly while the two of you were on the couch, eating Chinese take out with the dog resting on the floor nearby. "No one here seems to be right for Buster."
Buster, his name for the dog. He's used it so much he actually started responding to it.
"There's someone, I'm sure," You counter, taking a bite of your food.
"I know there is," Jason counters. Just as you open your mouth to tell him that makes no sense, he cuts you off. "Us. We're right for Buster."
"Think," He says, reaching out to grip your hand. "For three months, we've had him, we've moved with him. He has his spot in the bed, we've worked him into our schedule. He's happy. Why ruin that?"
"So you want to adopt him?" You ask, making sure you understood just exactly what he was saying. It felt too good to be true.
"Yeah, I do," He says with a small smile.
As soon as he finishes speaking you practically lung at him, tackling him into a hug while whispering small 'thank you's.
The action makes Buster jump up and want to join in on whatever is going on, leaping onto the couch and sniffing at the two of you, his massive head bumping you both.
In that moment, Jason knew he made the right choice. This felt right. It felt good. It felt like home. You, him, and your giant dog.
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