#besides tim ig

[musicalmoritz]

Every time a piece of media introduces a male character who’s overworked and lost his childhood due to the amount of pressure that was put on him to be the strongest I’m like oh okay. So he wants to be a housewife.

[necrotic-nephilim]

PLEASE MAKE A MASTERPOST I watched titans Just for the gay shit and it delighted me. and then Hush and Titans Tower and then the GK game.....there's so much

THE WORST PART IS MY TAGS GOT CUT OFF ON THAT POST. i had other tags talking how absolutely gay JayTim comes across in Titans, in the clips i've seen. having Jason save Tim and then go on to train him is... an interesting direction to go with them but the clip was so gay i had to send it to my partner so they could witness it. had the classic "let's go a few rounds" shit and *everything*. like it was baffling and if it wasn't "batcest" i do think it would've taken the fandom by storm as a ship. i have stopped and started that show at least three times bc i always get too frustrated to get past s1, but for JayTim, i think i gotta.

making a masterpost of every significant JayTim relationship throughout DC media wouldn't be *too* hard, i feel like. i've done one focusing just on the New-52, and i've covered all the pre-Flashpoint ground through various posts here. ironically the hardest thing would be Rebirth, because i can't think of many Rebirth era comics i've read with them significantly interacting outside of Robin: Knight Terrors. and i'd have to actually get through Titans.

also for the sake of completion, Wayne Family Adventures would probably get its own section. which is the real torture for me bc i have beef with WFA.

but. i *could* do it. and it would take me like a month, it'd be such a fun pet project. i think exploring what seems to be a recurring consistent theme across every universe could be incredibly fascinating. what similarities and differences exist and what tends to cause those similarities and differences. it'd be a magnum opus. but more chaotic. and gay.

anyway you're right. now i gotta. it'll take me three business weeks to catalog all of it and also add meaningful commentary. but i can and i will.

[tisajest]

Guaranteed way to get me to enter a new fandom/check out a new series:

read a really good crossover fic

[tommygotwrittenoff]

sooooo fucked up that eddie and buck are not kissing rn. instead they have to go through more horrors. and they dont even have the option to kiss each other to make it better. fr praying for them. you will be kissing soon kings!!!

[reginalusus]

Self-indulgent TwoBats/BruHarvey thing I did at 4AM, lol. IG as part of my little hypothetical series of Harvey sketches. Basically, Harvey is trying to bond with the nocturnal, all-nighting Batboys but it’s getting mixed results. He’s trying his best.

Image description: Fanart of DC’s Harvey Dent/Two-Face and Bruce Wayne. Harvey and Bruce sit together at a table, Bruce’s hand on Harvey’s arm while Harvey smokes. Harvey is visibly exhausted. A mug sits beside Bruce with ‘dad of all time’ written on it. Harvey also has one, which reads ‘dad in training.’ There is dialogue for them. Bruce questions Harvey on why he didn’t come to bed last night, and that he heard from Alfred that he was bonding with the Robins. Harvey simply replies “uh-huh” until Bruce presses for more. Harvey replies that he doesn’t think Dick and Tim like him despite joining them in a karaoke game, and that Damian kept him up by wanting to play hide-and-seek around the manor. Bruce then asks about Jason but is quickly cut off by Harvey replying: “my favourite, obviously.” End of image description.

[brucewaynehater101]

Tim Joins the Batfamily Late: Vigilante Style AU

His parents send him to a boarding school abroad (or at least out of Gotham). From there, he encounters Lady Shiva and other trainers. Tim obviously can't keep his nose out of other people's business and becomes a vigilante for that city. He may also collect evidence and blackmail the JL from abroad to provide Batman with better mental health care. Tim can't leave to assist Batman in person (boarding school and parents suck ig) so he does what he can. He stops blackmailing them and cuts contact once he sees Batman has improved.

He sometimes partners with the YJ crew, but Tim's a little more morally grey (Batman's not hovering over his decisions and yelling at him about murder and stuff. Also, his mentors aren't always on the hero side). He tries to keep himself off of the JL radar and is an unofficial member of the group (despite paying for a lot of their necessities).

When he's around the same era as Red Robin, he goes up to the JL and is like "yo, Batman's alive and stuck in the timestream."

The JL have heard of this vigilante, but they've never worked with him before. The YJ crew, besides Cassie, is dead, so they can't really vouch for him. Cassie is also doing the cult thing, horrified by Tim's mad scientist basement antics, and emotionally repressed from the grief of losing two of her friends.

Tim, realizing that Dick probably has a lot on his plate, doesn't try to convince him of Bruce's continued state of breathing. Besides, why would Dick trust a stranger?

Instead, Tim tries Red Hood and the Outlaws. They don't really believe him, but they are willing to lend a hand here and there.

When he's traveling to find evidence, he comes across Black Bat. Out of everyone he's tried, she does believe him. Cass joins him on his search when she can. It causes Jason to make jokes about taking turns babysitting the youngest vigilante.

[angelfic]

OMG STOP THAT LAST TIM DRABBLE FOR THE VALENTINES THING REKINDLED THIS IDEA THATS BEEN LINGERING IN THE BACK OF MY MIND

Also I’ve been seeing this idea everywhere so I think it’s a sign

So could I get a Tim fic where the reader (gn if that’s okay!) gets this new lipstick and tests how pigmented it is on Tim, like how many kiss marks they can leave before the colors gone and they have to reapply it

Sry if that didn’t make any sense and ty in advance if u choose to write this 🙏🙏

tim drake x reader

warnings — kissing :) suggestive themes ig, established relationship

a/n; writing for tim lately has been so fun it gives me a better high than any class a drugs could. so serious abt that btw. I loved writing this so much anon like I wanna kiss you on the mouth just for requesting it

Tim is very much used to you trying things out on him by now. Your new perfumes, to make him walk past you so you can imagine what people smell when you’re around. Face masks so you’re not doing it alone. Different shades of your nail polishes painted on his fingernails because, well, that one’s mostly just for fun.

Even that one time when you wanted to try out a new heatless overnight curl method and had him sat on the couch for hours with his head full of tightly wound velcro rollers before you realised you’d done it wrong.

So when you plop down beside him on the couch with a freshly delivered package, he doesn’t even bat an eye.

“What’s that?” he asks politely, only sparing you a quick glance up from his laptop.

“New lipsticks,” you say, spilling them out onto your lap and picking one from the bunch to twist it up and reveal the velvety pigment. “I wanna test out the longevity.”

He hums, long fingers typing away. “Sounds fun.”

You grin. “Glad to hear you say that, because you’re helping.”

He pauses, slowly turning his head towards you and considering the lipstick in your hand. Then, he sighs. “Fine,” he relents, going back to his laptop, but not before pouting his lips out for you.

“Not like that,” you snort, gently shoving his face away. He glances up again, a confused crease etched between his brows.

“Then….?” he trails off, quirking a brow. “How am I helping?”

In response, you uncap the top of the lipstick and carefully apply it, using your phone reflection to stay within the lines. You press your lips together, before flashing him a smile. He parts his lips, no doubt to compliment you like he always does when you ask him about any new product. Before he can say anything, you lean in and press a quick kiss to his cheek, leaving behind a mark in the shape of your lips.

Tim blinks, touching his cheek where the red imprint of your lips remains and rubs the pigment thoughtfully between his fingers. “Ahhh. I see.”

“You’re my test subject,” you confirm, shifting closer. “My own little lab rat. Let’s see how many kisses it takes before the colour is gone.”

His ears flush, a muted version of your lipstick, but he doesn’t pull away, instead angling himself towards you and shifting his laptop out of the way. “Well,” he murmurs, a small smirk playing on his lips. “For science.”

You laugh, leaning in once again. This time, your lips land on his jaw. Then his temple. The high of his cheekbone. His neck.

By the tenth kiss, Tim is practically radiating heat, fingers curled slightly into the couch cushions, staying obediently still. By the fifteenth, he’s closed his laptop entirely, shoving it to the other end of the couch.

At twenty, he becomes visibly antsy. “Still pigmented?” he asks, voice slightly hoarse.

You lean back to inspect your handiwork, taking in the array of kiss marks scattered across his face and neck. “A little faded,” you say thoughtfully, tilting your head. “Might need to reapply this one.”

Tim huffs a laugh, shaking his head at you. “Of course you do.”

When you reach for the lipstick, which had ended up in his lap somewhere around the twelfth kiss, he catches your wrist and tugs you close enough to brush his lips against your own in a barely-there kiss. “Think I prefer it like that,” he murmurs.

Your stomach flips at the sight of your lipstick faintly colouring his lips. Then you grin, eyes sparkling.

“Well, that’s too bad. We have a test to finish and about… four more lipstick shades to go.”

Tim sighs dramatically, but the corners of his lips twitch upwards. “Fine. But only because I’m committed to the cause,” he says, face as serious as he can muster with it covered in kiss marks.

And with that, you reapply the lipstick in pink this time, ready to start the experiment all over again.

[tryingtofindava]

creeps with a goth gf

𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐰 𝐚 𝐆𝐨𝐭𝐡! 𝐆𝐅*ೃ༄

lolz didn’t know what specific creeps u wanted so imma just choose who!! ^_^ ALSO THE READER IS A TRAD GOTH!!

(INCLUDES: Jeff the Killer, Ticci Toby, Jane the Killer, Nina the Killer, Kate the Chaser, Clockwork.)

: ̗̀➛Back to Source

╰┈➤ 𝐉𝐞𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

Has at least nearly roundhouse kicked you bcs he thought u were Jane on MULTIPLE OCCASIONS… (he’ll say he’s sorry in the most dull non apologetic way ever and probs doesn’t mean it.)

“My bad, I guess.”

He doesn’t care abt aesthetic that much I believe, as long as he finds you hot lolz.

Though when he’s out killing people and he sees something that catches his eye that he’d class ‘gothy as fuck’ he’d snatch it for you… so that’s sweet ig.

He deadass brought you a dead bat once…

╰┈➤ 𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐢 𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐲

HE LOVES U AND UR AESTHETIC SM

Midwest emo x trad goth, what a combo :3

His first words to you ever was that you looked like you crawled out a Tim Burton movie (he was tryna impress u with his film knowledge).

Type of guy to ask to make a shared Spotify playlist and try and learn all of the songs you like and force himself to learn the lyrics for you.

Bro will jump you just to get a hug, and when he finally pulls away you’ll just see the black imprints of your makeup on his white tee.

BEGS YOU TO GO THRIFTING TOGETHER TO FIND COOL THINGS TO WEAR FOR EACHOTHER!!

“T-this would luh-look so cool o-on you!!”

╰┈➤ 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

TWINNING!! :D

She’s a trad goth too lmao.

You two definitely share clothes, no matter what it may be. Corsets, dresses, boots, gloves. Anything in the closet really you two own together :)

ALSO she WILL help you doing your makeup, not because you need the help just because she likes to practice so she doesn’t get rusty. (She mostly wears her mask so she doesn’t rlly do a whole lotta makeup besides lashes and lipstick)

Like Toby will take you thrifting (without the breaking in part).

╰┈➤ 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

She thinks your so so so super duper awesome sauce.

She’s a scene girly, so she LOVES the fact that your twos aesthetics are so different and unique from eachother.

Also likes helping to do your makeup, because she just wants to be able to do trad makeup to impress you.

WILL ASLO TAKE YOU TO THE THRIFT SHOP. (these guys like thrift shops okay)

Would love if you guys swapped wardrobes for a day.

“BABE, PRETTY PLEASE??? JUST FOR TWO MINUTES!! I’LL GIVE ‘EM BACK!!”

And you’ve deffo caught her in your clothes MULTIPLE times :3

╰┈➤ 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫

She doesn’t care all that much what you’re aesthetic is lolz.

She just wants someone in her life to love and to love her back.

But she does compliment your look nervously when the convo gets a lil too quiet.

Though you do catch her staring at you lovingly while doing your makeup .

She may bring you back little things that caught her eye that reminds her of you, that being anything rlly. BUT ESPECIALLY CLOTHING.

╰┈➤ 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤

She will compliment you every chance she gets. Mostly calling you hot and sexy.

SHE’S GOT THE HUMOUR OF A 12 YEAR OLD BOY WHO HASN’T HIT PUBERTY!! (And you love it and hate it at the exact same time.)

Like I mean she makes goth mommy jokes ALL THE TIME… there’s no stopping her. She cackles so hard afterwards after u scold her for it too.

“I love my big tiddy goth girlfriend<3”

“Nat, I swear to fuck-“

[ephemerensis]

Shoreline // Tim Drake x GN! Reader

sorry this took so long lol i’ve developed a stalker and things r getting crazy! face card don’t decline ig. tim and you have different moral values and it makes you feel bad. this is for my ppl with anger issues! not proofread ofc xoxo.

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For most of your life you couldn’t escape this overwhelming sense of apathy. This is not to say you were heartless, you teared up watching sad movies and felt the lull of your heartstrings when someone had the courage to cry in front of you. Nonetheless, you always felt like you had a seed of anger sown into the pith of your core, instilled in you from birth. So then you were cursed, eternally to feel things too strongly and with a propensity for holding things too tightly. You fought to deny it, because like all creatures— spiteful is your nature but good is your resolve. But the world has a funny way of working the empathy out of a person, or rather people have such a keen sense for selfishness, caring becomes worthless.

And bitterness fills the void; you are justified in this. Which made it so easy to feel the irritation creep under your skin when someone who wronged you was living happily or the impending sense of anger when you were spoken over or whatever other inconvenience you decided to stake your heart out for. None of it mattered, and that’s why you cared so deeply for it.

It got worse when your parents were taken, ripped from you violently, the only people you never had the heart to be spiteful towards. After that, it became incurable. That anger you were born with, that festered in you. There was no escaping it now.

However, the simple truth was that you didn’t need to. You were justified in this. These were the cards you’d been dealt, and if you wanted to move forward you’d have to play a mean game. This is way of the world. Of course, all this changed when you met him.

Kind, benevolent, Tim.

Like all people you’d crossed, when you met him you wanted to look for his flaws, some evil in him you could exploit. Something you could cling to in case he’d gotten close enough to hurt your feelings; an insurance. You turned up empty.

It wasn’t until a month into joining the Batman brigade and getting acquainted with the flow of things that you’d actually spoken. He was always on his own missions you never got the chance. You could never forget the way he smiled at you then, as if all the good in the world were compressed into one person and it were now beaming at you with the shattering force of the gentle sun.

Sitting on the edge of a skyscraper close to sunset, you were peering down at the throng of people moving about their lives like ants in a pile; pouring over each other, melting and blending. In particular you were fixated on a small group of people, shoving each other as they walked and laughing at just about anything anyone said. Everything about them was obnoxious and it made you nauseous. Before you could think anything else, a voice broke you out of your stupor.

“Pretty sure this is my patrol route.” You turned around to see Red Robin walking towards you, fully suited and equipped.

“I’m done with my patrol.” You watched as he approached the edge of the building, kneeling beside you to peek down.

“Then who are we watching?”

You didn’t want to tell him, because they hadn’t done anything wrong. Not lawfully anyway. You were doing it out of spite, out of a grudge you let fester for too long; watching them when they crossed your path hoping they’d choke or something. But you didn’t have to tell him, you were staring hard enough for him to figure it out.

So he pointed at them and you confirmed. And he asked you about it and you denied everything. The only explanation you could offer was that they did something wrong to you, and that was all.

His interest in the matter confused you, more so you were used to people ignoring what didn’t serve them. They’d only listen to give you vague advice and feel good for it, or because they felt an obligation, or something similar. But he’d never met you, and he hadn’t a thing to say to you after. He just sat and watched.

It was only after a couple minutes that he spoke again, “don’t you think it’s a waste of time?”

“What?” His question caught you off guard. Out of all the things you were expecting him to say, this wasn’t among them. It was surprising enough that he lingered this long when there was nothing to observe, he was supposed to be patrolling.

“What are you trying to get out of it?” His voice was so even when he talked to you, without an ounce of judgement or malice or sympathy.

You didn’t know what to say because you weren’t sure. Maybe watching them gave you more reasons to hate them, and that justified everything somehow, made you feel better to reinforce that they were terrible. Or maybe you wanted to catch them in the act of something heinous. Would jailing them sate you? Maybe you just needed something bad to happen. Would you save them? And if you didn’t, what does that make you? “…I don’t know.”

You don’t know why, but something in you begged for his approval right then. Something about him spurred on a desire to be liked, more strongly than anyone else had ever made you feel it. Not out of peer pressure or because he was pretty, just because he seemed like he knew better.

“They’re not going to apologize.” You frowned, gaze glued to the people beneath the building. As if he could sense your mood darkening, he cleared his throat to add on.

“You’re right, if you think they did something wrong to you then you’re right. But they won’t believe that, no matter what you do. Forget about it,” he reached over to pat your shoulder in some consolatory manner and that’s when you looked up at him.

With the way he beamed at you, swallowed by the sun, the anger bubbling up in your throat stilled and you knew immediately you’d never be the same after. And he surprised you again, sundering you to the earth with four simple words.

“I’ll believe you instead.”

And it really wasn’t fair after that. As cautious and pessimistic as you were, it was impossible not to like him. For every grievance you could invent, he could conjure the words to sate them, and never with an ounce of animosity or condescension. Tim treated the world with a grace you’d never known to find, as if anger never had a place. And he never looked at you how you saw yourself, pathetic and miserable; he treated you like you were a person, anger, apathy, and all. So of course you liked him, like Icarus to the sun, you felt him soften your waxen morals.

If he ever had an ulterior motive for putting up with you, you’d never known it— nor would you believe anything ill spoken of him for a moment. When you got to know him, really know him, enough to let down your guard, you decided he was what you wanted to stake your life on.

So you did. It wasn’t as if everything negative you felt disappeared overnight. In fact, it never went away at all. But you wanted it to. The closer you got to him, the more you let Tim drive your moral compass, and the less you let your distaste for the world rule you. And everything became about him.

His eyes, his hobbies, his values, his voice, his thoughts. All consuming until you weren’t sure where he ended and you began.

“What are you listening to?” He’d appeared silently and suddenly into your frame of view that day, catching you in one of the very few moments when you were off guard. Face dangling over your book from where you were strewn across the couch, his abrupt appearance broke you out of your own little world and jolted you back to reality. If it were anyone else, you’d be pissed.

Instead you couldn’t help the smile that broke across your face, shoving your headphones off and setting your book aside. “It’s this playlist I put together, for reading mostly, since Bruce banned music on patrols.” Before he could ask, you’d already extended the headphones in Tim’s direction and your phone with the playlist open to shortly follow.

“Oh I love this song.” You knew that, of course, and you loved it too. At least you thought you did, but you couldn’t tell the difference. Only that every song you’d included was tailored to his taste, and that you liked them well enough when they played. The surface things that were easy to change or mimic, you did. Because he was perfect.

“Me too,” you whispered. While you were watching him, he glanced at your reading selection with a tender curiosity.

“Is that Kafka? How is it?” With the music blaring over his ears, he spoke just a few decibels too loud for the ambiance the reading room provided. Tim’s voice was warm, echoing off the walls and all encompassing. He must’ve realized it too, sliding them off his ears and setting them down.

“It’s good I think, but I don’t really get it.” Truthfully you were four pages in, but just felt like spontaneously skipping ahead. “I think I should’ve researched Milena first for context.”

As if he were possessed or hit by lightning, Tim suddenly shifted his tone. Quiet and soft like ghosting fingers over skin he said, looking at you suddenly as if you were something delicate, “a living fire, such as I have never seen.”

“…What?” Struck and rooted from the change in his demeanor, you didn’t dare interpret his words. And again he changed, breaking into a grin from where he stood hovered over you.

“It’s pretty right?”He indicated for you to make room, inserting himself next to you. “That’s how Kafka describes Milena. I can give you all the context you need.”

To be clear, it was never one sided, Tim took to you too, even though you didn’t really know why. There were times you thought he saw you as some pity passion philanthropy project, with all his benevolence and understanding. But there were other times when you really thought he liked being around you. It was in the way he watched your face when you talked, prodded you with questions when you thought no one would care about what you had to say, stroked your hair when you were teary eyed. More than liking you, he wanted to know you beyond the mimicry you practiced, and you were equally amazed and terrified about what he saw through the cracks.

In those moments, everything terrible you thought existed about you disappeared. Or at the very least, they weren’t so bad.

Like any other person on the planet you had your terrible days, and especially for emotional hermits like yourself, it was the culmination of all those minor wrongs combined with the tipping point of a negative thought that dragged you under the waves. In those moments you felt like you were drowning, flailing your arms and gasping for air on the way down. Because it was all too much when you finally gave yourself any room to feel, and with your aversion to weakness and vulnerability, you never had anyone to cast you a lifeline. You just had to flail alone; there wasn’t a thing you knew to do about it.

It was no different the day you’d found yourself reeling on the floor of your bedroom, shoulders shaking with your hand clasped firmly over your mouth; being as quiet as you could to reconcile the voice in your head and keep others from hearing as you had a million times before. You don’t know what exactly was so wrong with it, but you could only be honest with yourself like this, when you knew another soul wouldn’t know. But Tim always seemed to have a third sense for these things, and you always seemed to know he’d be coming.

So by the time the worst of it was over, you’d gathered yourself together enough only for your breath to hitch with each heave of your chest. The door knob turned, in he stepped. As usual, he came bustling in with a thought on his lips, already shedding the heavier parts of his suit to your floors and chairs before greeting you.

“Crime fighting on Sundays sucks, it’s like they’re all trying to… Are you crying again?”

“No.” The crack you sounded and the congestion in your voice gave you away before you could defend yourself. Of course, being ever reliable he was by your side in three brisk steps, making the bed dip under his weight beside you.

“Do you want to talk about it?” With your head buried in your arms you could still feel him looking at you.

“No.” Talking, even in the slightest, made it worse. Undoing the progress you’d made in calming yourself, you could feel your heart rate spike again as your feelings came bubbling up. Especially with him around, his clarity and lack of negativity, it was easy to feel filthy next to him.

“Okay.” And you think he knew it too, the way he said nothing and grabbed for your hand while your breath hitched over and over. Only thumbing circles into your palms so you knew he was there, but not too much to overstimulate you. A hug in this state would end you, he feared.

But he eased you into it, reaching to gingerly pat your back when your breathing slowed again. Pulling your head into his shoulder and caressing your skull with his palm if you let him, and you always did. And when you felt bad enough for eating up his time, and needing of resolution, you spoke, “…do you think I’ll ever amount to anything?”

“I think I’m biased. I told you I’d believe in you, didn’t I?” His heartbeat was steady under your cheek, and with your ear pressed to his chest you swore you felt like you were falling into the cavity when he spoke, voice reverberating into your ears. You didn’t know if he was comforting you or dismissing you, but then he always left you a little confused.

“Be nothing for all I care,” he said coolly, “it’ll be the greatest nothing to ever exist. Swallow the sun like an eclipse or tear apart the Earth like a black hole, even in totality you’ll find a way to shine.”

When he spoke to you like that, it was impossible not to entertain it; the idea that you were lovable and worthwhile and good. But you weren’t stupid. If you wanted to believe it, you had to be it. And if you wanted to be it, you had to stay it. Could you? Abandon the only sense of self you’d known?

Tim helped, but he wasn’t a cure, just an excuse. It was woven into your nature after all, that natural born apathy and incessant anger. You felt terrible when you felt it bubble up, the truly mean or spiteful things you’d think of other people. Knowing he wouldn’t do the same and knowing he’d disapprove; in those times you felt like you were the wrong in the world and of course you never acted on these impulses. But you weren’t a deity or a therapist, essence wasn’t so easily changed.

As a result, there were the benign things. The things your selfish heart had normalized so well, you never considered they’d be an object of contest in his eyes. But it wasn’t so much in the way he disapproved of them, more therein that he dismissed them. Arbitrary thoughts and actions that mattered to you, because they were the only parts you thought you had left of yourself, no matter how unserious. And more importantly, they were the bits and pieces that you thought weren’t so bad.

“I had to save that one guy the other day, can you believe that?” The two of you were grabbing ice cream at your favorite local joint. His more so than yours, it didn’t serve cookies and cream and it always melted a little too quick for your liking.

“The one you told me you couldn’t stand?” You nodded, dragging an M&M along the surface of the scoop to watch its color dye the cream. It felt a little bad that you complained enough for Tim to know who you were talking about, but then maybe he was an amazing listener.

“I wanted to drop kick him or something. At the very least I wish I didn’t have to help.” Half truth. More so you wished the man you saved had the courage to thank you after, or at the very least, feel sorry for all the wrong he caused you. But he didn’t know it was you, dressed in your mask and spandex, and even if he did nothing would change. So while the nagging voice in you made you scoop him out of harm’s way, you half wished you dropped him into the pavement mid-swing. Then you wouldn’t feel so bad.

“But you did! That’s something.” He reached over to wipe a bit of cream off your lip with his thumb. It felt dismissive, but this was him approving. This was Tim thinking you were good. And that was worth something.

But of course, the way your brain was wired, you were still bitter. And you still wanted approval for it. Something needed to be said, benign, but enough to sate your anger.

“But it still feels wrong. Hypothetically, if it was raining really bad and he just happened to be in the same building… would it be so bad if I took his umbrella?” A cold. That was the extent of your malice now.

“Well...” Tim shrugged, making it a point to indicate his skepticism.

“But he’s a bad person,” you said eagerly, prodding for him to agree.

He chuckled, shaking his head, “you’re so silly sometimes.”

And with the smile you plastered on your face, no one could tell how little you felt. It was those moments that made you realize your rotten nature was irreversible, every good you’d ever felt was a command given to a dog that listened.

But anger is a feeling that festers, and the less you said, the worse it got. You couldn’t ignore or mask it anymore than you could deny your identity. The rot was there, and it felt terrible, and you were realizing just how disgusting it was. While you always excused yourself as some tragic character, the truth is there are no characters. No plot lines or story arcs you could hide behind. You’re a bitter person because you’re a shitty person, and there’s no cure for that.

So you disrupted your delusions; confronted them for what you were worth. When you came to terms, you understood. You’d never be what he expected. And when he asked you out, officially, one day, you knew what to say.

The sun flooded the room then, despite the drapes being drawn mostly shut. The two of you sprawled over each other on the floor, lounging the comfort of your friendship. For the better half of an hour, you’d been reading shitty poetry you found online together, laughing at the more ridiculous ones as if you could do any better.

When you tired, you laid in silence.

“I like you,” he said. You scoffed, waving your hand dismissively.

“Duh, I like you too.” Tim sat upright, staring down at you with a serious glint in his marine eyes. And your smile faded, staring back in dread and anticipation.

“No, I like you.” It was doomed. Of course you liked him, you weren’t dumb, but not like this. When he continued in your silence, it confirmed it, Tim didn’t know a thing you were thinking. “Would you go out with me?”

His awkward smile and the tilt of his head made it worse. Stupidly angelic as if he couldn’t help it.

“No.”

Something flickered in his eyes and you held your breath, as if he would explode now. If he was confused he was right to be, because everyone knew you liked him. There wasn’t anyone else you got along with.

“What?” His smile faded and you picked yourself off the floor, drawing your knees to you.

“I can’t.”

“But you like me,” he pressed. You couldn’t read his face, it was the same expression he used during training or chess. Blank and defensive, it scared you. If there were a time to crawl back in your shell it’d be now, but you had to be open. He needed to know you were sincere, you needed to be the understanding one.

“But I can’t.”

“Can’t what?”

“I can’t change.” If he were confused that’d be one thing, it would mean you were wrong and he didn’t think as negatively of you as you thought. But he wasn’t confused, whether it be hurt at your misunderstanding or disappointment in your declination, it wasn’t confusion and he knew what you were talking about.

“I’ve never expected that of you.” You knew from the quiver of the corner of his mouth he was upset, hiding it behind his otherwise unfaltering expression.

“But you do. I see it when you look at me,” you responded with a small smile to help indicate you weren’t bitter. Maybe it came out wrong anyway, you’re good at that. “You’re loving and sweet and smart and kind. But I can’t do it, Tim. I can’t be good.”

“I’m not asking you to.” And he looked so puppy like saying it you almost caved.

“I don’t think you’ll like me if I don’t.” The frown he’d been holding back etched itself onto his face. You could tell he wanted to argue. But he was a good person. In Tim’s head you could see the clogs turning, weighing what was worth it; telling you his truth or validating your feelings, considering which would mean the most.

So before he came to conclusion, and said more to change your mind, you interjected. “I’ve thought about it more than you’d know. In some universe we are the perfect match, you are the perfect match for me. Where all your good balances out my incompetence, but not this one. You don’t have the patience and I don’t have the gall. I’m going to make you bitter and you know it. Not this one.”

Tim held your gaze before looking at the floor, and you mourned the loss of drowning in his blue depths, “but if your good balanced out my incompetence?”

You shook your head a little, “I don’t have an ounce you could use. This is all I am and all I’ll ever be.”

“And if I disagreed?”

“You know I’m right, and I’m a little tired of conceding. It’s all I seem to do around you.”

“And if in another universe you said the same thing to me? And the next?” Outside, the weather looked so temperate and effervescent, teasingly steadfast in its resolve. He didn’t sound angry or dejected, just as he normally did. Gentle and even, as he looked at you again with something akin to how the tide felt lapping against your calves. Ebbing and ebbed, and slowly pulling you to its epicenter as you sink into the sand.“In every world you exist, you’ll be afraid. But in this one nothing’s happened. We exist in the same space, in the same time. You have a choice, I want a chance, if you’d accept it. Is it so much to overcome?”

But the tide gets you nothing but wrinkled fingertips and the taste of sand. It was time you pulled yourself out before you couldn’t swim back. Out to chase the shoreline again, in and out, afraid of the water.

“Yes.”

—

@jedidiah1201

[tvwebs]

CRIMSON SMOKE (one-shot)

Warnings: no smut, male reader, goth!reader, might be occ, can be any Deadpool media, smoking

notes;;

• he calls you 'spooky'

• no use of Y/n

• established relationship

• quite short ig

a/n: tried to do a new style

It's been a month since you and Wade became official. You like the guy, you think he's hilarious! And so far, everything is quite nice. Wade is incredibly sweet in his own way- yeah sure the 3AM texts with memes are annoying but you appreciate the thought.

Tonight you were sitting at your usual hang out place, the local cemetery, you know this looks bad but it's calming and to know that these people had hopes, dreams, a life. It's sad but..somehow it's nice to think about (somewhat cause that's just plain creepy) but of course Wade doesn't get it.

He disturbs your philosophy thinking with smoking time with his voice. "Y'know if I knew sooner that you were into these type of places I would've called you on a date for a movie night, the movie would be ghost busters." He teased as he breaks the silence, his tone was laced with affection and somewhat sarcasm. He strolls up to your signature spot and sits beside you under that tree you really like- you roll your eyes the comment he made.

You look at him to continue the sudden conversation he started. "Well, I guess it's just me that's a bit freaky huh?" Wait that came out wrong. Your expression now expressing that cringed confusion. Wade finds it funny though (someone please take internet slang away from him)

"don't worry, bae" we match each other's freak quite nicely." Somebody stop him. You cringe at that while holding your cigarette between your fingers, Wade chuckles. "You're quite weird Wade." And you respect that. Despite Wades childish, dirty minded, idiotic antics you find comfort in just being with him, talking to him. It was calming more than anything

"never thought I would've seen you right back here again Spooky." He said as he jokingly called you 'spooky' he says it's a replacement for 'pookie'

"of course I am, I thought you liked my whole goth style." You teased a bit before taking a huff on your cigarette, Wade might've just gained another bone right there and there.

He responds with "Oh I do babe, I think that it's funny that you're playing into it. Your practically an old 2010s cartoon goth!" He joked without any ill intend. 'huh, guess I am practically one huh?' you think to yourself. You think of a comeback to his comment.

"well- at least I'm not some edgy ninja oc." You said trying to act cool, not working and plus that comeback was WEAK. Wade laughs at you.

"you gotta try harder then that spooky~!" He teased. He pokes your cheek teasingly as you're embarrassed by it. You push him away, making him land on the floor.

"Ow, but how forward of you!" He said happily. "But in all seriousness babe, I find your goth aesthetic really hot. I've gotta hand it to ya, you really are committed to this goth thingy, I mean it's straight out of a tim Burton dream..but sexier." You raise your eye brow at him

"what?"

"you're hot."

You roll your eyes at him, AGAIN. He's ridiculous, an idiot even. He moves closer to you and puts his arm around you romantically. "This is such a cool concept fic.." he commented against the authors will. You look at him confused, he's always on something.

You pull out your cigarette box and get a cig. "You wanna..?" You asked patiently at Wade. He stares at you for a moment, before tugging a smirk in the corner.

"Trying to corrupt me emo prince?" Ugh you hate it when he calls you that. "Oh the shame, you are promoting smoking..don't do what they do guys." You look at him annoyed and confused.

"you could've just said, no." He chuckles at your comment. You ignore that chuckle and just start smoking a new cig, Wade just admires you, your expression, your makeup, your outfit, basically everything. You leaned your head onto his shoulder a little tired.

"tired, spooky?" He asked teasingly you respond with a 'uh-huh' causing him to smile a bit under that mask. He pulls you into his chest and he starts caressing your head "yeah..that's what happens when you're awake at 3am and go to the graveyard." He sarcastically says and you groan in annoyance and tiredness

"so where do you wanna sleep tonight? My place or your place?" He asked curiously, you just shrug as you rub your eyes.

"what's closer, I guess.." you respond.

"So my place then?" He said with a smug smirk under his stupid mask. He pulls away your cigarette, and just kisses your forehead under the mask.

[scumlafeccia]

rn there's a video being spread like wildfire by libfems which shows a tim being beaten up by three policemen while on the ground, and besides having seen it like 12 times on ig, my roommate showed it to me as well and got angry because it's power abuse. half an hour forward, I find some more context: the man was either drunk or high, was showing his pre-op genitals to children (it happened near a kindergarten or elementary school) and threatening people around to give them aids, and after he was arrested he tried to run from the police (then he was caught and the video happened),so i told her, and it was incredibly fun to hear her slip and use male pronouns for him

[roseworth]

Wait, I’m confused do you or do you not ship Jayrose?

short answer: usually no but ill ship it when its funny

long answer:

most of the reason i dont personally like it is because i see rose as a lesbian and i dont enjoy any ships of her with men (its fine if other people do! its just not my thing), plus i hc jason as aroace so im also not very interested in jason ships unless im in a very specific mood (the "specific mood" being jaykyle lmao. every few months i get really obsessed with jaykyle for a few days then i forget about it for the next few months. then the cycle repeats)

another reason i dont like it is that i am constantly in fear of rose becoming Jason's Girlfriend in comics and online. like how babs and kory are both seen as Dick's Girlfriend (also steph and tim to a lesser degree atm) and people refuse to engage with their character not in reference to their boyfriend, so writers have them constantly mention their relationship with dick even in comics that hes not in (like batgirls having dick show up randomly/birds of prey (1999) having babs talk about dick alllll the time, or kory in the current blue beetle run constantly mentioning dick even though theyre not dating rn and jaime has never even met dick). and thats somewhat starting to happen with rose where shes only in comics that jason is in and if jasons not in it then jason gets mentioned (see: catwoman #62). and obv as a rose fan i really don’t want that to happen because she’s such a great character outside of jason and i don’t want her to be reduced to just who she is with him. this is mostly me overreacting, especially since she had a miniseries just last year that jason was not in or mentioned at all. but being a fan of a female comic character means that most people are not willing to talk about her without mentioning her relationship with a man, and its even worse when the man is a batboy so i’m constantly on alert

so basically thats why it puts a bad taste in my mouth, but i have no issue with the ship itself or anyone who ships it!

i think jason & rose are extremely compatible. i see them as bffs but i genuinely do think about them in a relationship a lot even though i dont necessarily ship it. im rotating both of them in my mind 24/7 so i think about how i think they would act in a relationship & how it would ideally be done in canon. but i just dont trust any comic writers to actually respect rose

the reason i said that jayrose is one of the only jason ships that matters is because most jason ships are soooo bad... i wont name names but some jay ships rely on one or both of them being extremely out of character for it to work at all. in terms of jason ships, jayrose is one of the best just because a) an in-character jason AND an in-character rose would genuinely get along really well and b) none of the stories that they've been in have really been THAT out of character (with the exception of gotham war imo, which i went into here so i wont beat a dead horse. dceased was pretty bad too but that’s tom taylor’s fault it has nothing to do with jayrose). also unlike many other jason ships, a good portion of the people that ship jayrose are the ones who actually read the comics so it tends to be an actual Nuanced and Accurate portrayal. ofc there are many exceptions to that but as of rn jayrose is not one of the Certified Batfam Ships (you know those ships that are the only ships that fanon fans know about so whenever they want to give their fav a boyfriend they shove em with another character they know nothing about. like dick/wally where people say "well they were friends in yja thats enough for me" and they havent read anything with wally in it besides dick/wally fanfic and they dont care about him outside of his relationship with dick), so theyre somewhat safe. but unfortunately because of titans tv its also shipped by The Worst Man You've Ever Met so. you win some you lose some ig

it bothers me when people claim that they dont like jayrose because they "dont like what it does to rose" ???? literally when has jayrose ever been bad for rose. her worst out of character moments have nothing to do with jason in any way. she doesnt get sidelined for him and she doesnt get reduced to a damsel in distress or something. its annoying to me that people feel the need to make up an excuse for why they dont like the ship so they use rose as a scapegoat and pretend that theyre doing it for her when they actually dont know anything about her. just say you dont like it and move on! you dont need to justify it you can just not like it

so for the most part i have no issue with it, which is why i tend to mention it when i think its funny. theres a lot of jayrose content that i enjoy bc theyre fun together and i like seeing them interact! i dont ship them but i think its a good ship <3

however. despite all that i still have more thoughts. im playing devil's advocate against myself and disagreeing with everything i just said

because also. its kind of not in character for them to date. i like where they're at right now because theyre kind of in a casual thing, like theyre hanging out and having sex in the bushes but theyre not Dating. theyre not in a serious relationship that we've seen (other than gotham war but im not acknowledging that), so i like where they're at right now. hanging out, rose flirting aggressively and jason giving her next to nothing in return because he cant flirt, and probably having sex off panel*. i think theyre in a good place at the moment and i dont want it to change from exactly where it is right now in canon. *inside my head theyre actually just pals that pretend to flirt because they think its funny. they do not have sex off panel and they dont want to but the insane flirting is an inside joke that no one else thinks is funny. but thats just me

because neither of them has really shown any interest in dating (when written in character! so we're not counting rhato). the most "interested" jason has ever been in someone is minor flirting with donna in countdown. but he did not make a move on her and repeatedly said throughout that book that he was only focused on the mission and did not care about anything else. he doesnt seem to actually be interested in a relationship with anyone, partially because hes extremely emotionally closed off (to a degree. he is VERY open with his emotions, but hes not the kind of person that lets people into his life easily) and also because he just has other shit to think about. no sex only vengeance.

and ROSE. she is the most closed off person you will ever see. she will have casual sex in an effort to suppress all emotions (which i could talk about extensively. but thats not what this post is about), but she doesnt date people. the only people that she was close to being in a relationship with were eddie and hosun. with eddie, it was all flirting, emotional moments, and her pushing him away. she genuinely liked him (arguably. i could go into how its comphet but that is once again not what this is about), but she was closed off and didnt want to date him because she has so many issues. she tried to make him jealous and did her aggressive flirting thing like she does with jason, but she did not want to have an actual relationship with him. and with hosun, she once again (arguably) genuinely liked him, but she did not tell him that. she MARRIED HIM and still didnt talk to him about her feelings. he liked her and was interested in a relationship with her, but she did not want to embrace that and didnt make any effort to have a real relationship with him outside of agreeing to stay married to him after slade was arrested. she doesnt have any interest in actually dating the guys she likes, and shes so emotionally repressed that she will not make any effort to even be close with them

i hate phantom-one and i hate the idea of rose dating phantom-one but. i genuinely think their "relationship" is pretty in character for her (brisson understands her so well), because at most they have some nice conversations. shes somewhat interested in him so she'll come onto him a bit (no aggressive flirting but still), and she opens up to him when shes at her absolute lowest, then she leaves. shes more focused on what stormwatch is doing and she shows little interest in phantom-one during missions, but she likes him and oscillates between ignoring him and hitting on him. so.. out of the relationships rose has in recent canon..... i could make the argument that rose/phantom-one is more in character for her than jayrose even though i like jayrose a LOT more than i like rose/phantom-one

so yeah. its in character for them to get along. but i DONT think its in character for them to be in a serious relationship. which is another part of the reason im kinda skeptical about their relationship in canon, just because i dont want it to be an actual Relationship since it doesnt really make sense for them to actually date given... everything about them.

but again thats all just my opinion! ship whatever you want we're all just playing with dolls

[necrotic-nephilim]

Dicktim for the ask game:

Dick starts to have feelings for Tim, but he's scared because he's absolutely convinced he's straight. He goes so far as to even try to kiss Roy, which… doesn't make things better between them, and Garth which was just wet. And then Tim starts the transition as a woman, and Dick be like, ahhhh, so that's what it was. He can work with it :D

for the ask game!

!!! transfemme Tim supremacy. god i love any flavor of trans/genderqueer Tim. especially when everyone around Tim is either supper supportive or instantly clocks them as an egg, it's delightful. here are some thoughts (note: i'm using he/him for Tim up until transitioning just bc. ease of understanding)

having feelings for Tim comes with equal confusion and guilt. Dick has known Tim since he was a young teen and even now that Tim is growing into an adult, Dick is hyperaware of the implications that could come with it. but more than that, he's just *confused*. he doesn't mind the jokes about his sexuality because he knows he's comfortable with it. he experimented a bit in his teens and came to the firm, comfortable understanding that he's straight. so feelings for Tim are. confusing, to say the least. before Tim comes out, he's not particularly obvious about being an egg. he's only dated girls, even has a bit of a skater boy persona going on, so it's not easy to clock how deep in denial he is. so Dick is baffled on every level. he's googling it, kissing his prettiest male friends to see if maybe he is bisexual and this is just a late awakening. but it's definitely not and it's definitely just a complex for Tim. for a while Dick lives in denial of it convincing himself some wires got crossed or something because he would never like a guy and he'd especially never like Tim, someone who should be a little brother to him. and for a while, it almost works. Dick is able to compartmentalize and bury the feelings so deep he's mostly functioning around Tim, save for staring a little too long when he notices Tim is letting his hair grow out and watching Tim apply stage makeup to cover bruises. but he's mostly fine.

it's the Caroline Hill cover that gets Dick to break. Tim is trying to be as casual as he can about the idea of going undercover as a woman. Tim doesn't want anyone to think about why that would be his cover of choice so he just blames it on being so androgynous and no one really comments bc really, they've all had their weird fake identities. but when Tim has the long hair, the flawless makeup, and just a little fake padding in the right places it makes Dick choke. which feels horrifically objectifying to Dick and he feels even worse about his crush now. especially the way Tim talks when dressed up as Caroline. a softer voice that's clearly trying to be more feminine. and there's just. the way Tim seems so *comfortable*, as Caroline. like this is a natural, second skin to Tim. it sends Dick on a panicked spiral, wondering if this counts as some kind of horrible fetish or something. he's so guilty he probably vents to Donna or Wally about it, just to get his feelings out about the whole thing. they comfort him and talk him through it, finally convincing him to just talk to Tim. because the worst that happens, Tim rejects Dick and Dick can properly move on. and the best that happens, Dick can explore this weird feeling.

of course, Dick chooses the most awkward way to do it. instead of just talking to Tim about his feelings, he casually mentions Caroline Hill and how nice Tim looked. how it seems almost natural for Tim. and Tim *panicks*. because this is the first time anyone has called it out, and Tim is as deep in the closet as you can get. he ends up awkwardly mumbling that he liked being Caroline a lot, hoping the conversation will be dropped. but Dick presses and Tim ends up. accidentally coming out in a rushed word vomit that Dick barely understands. it ends with Dick blinking a few times and finally softly asking if Tim wants to be called Caroline with she/her pronouns. and when he gets a small yes, Dick immediately switches. he's so caught up in supporting Caroline, he doesn't immediately think about the crush. it takes a few days of watching her come out to everyone else and wear her hair more femininely, put on makeup, before Dick is suddenly *very* rudely reminded of his crush. because Caroline just seems a lot happier as a girl, and it seems so obvious now that she's out. she redesigns her suit to be more clearly female and that's when Dick can't hide the crush anymore. not for lack of trying, but the first time Red Robin patrols and clearly is a woman, Dick walks straight into a pole. (bonus points if Caroline's new suit is very unternet inspired, being visibly Nightwing-inspired just to make it worse for Dick) and Caroline, who's still anxious about her transition and being perceived as a woman, at first thinks it's about that. which leads to Dick awkwardly explaining his crush and well. in a way, it's the most gender-affirming thing for a straight person to have a crush on Caroline before she even came out.

their relationship is slow and careful, especially anything sexual. Dick is still acutely aware of the age difference and how they met muddling things, but Caroline brushes all of those concerns. she's an adult, she's consenting, and dear god who hasn't had a crush on Dick Grayson. i think it's sort of funny if when they start dating, Dick forgets to mention that Caroline is Tim Drake, who transitioned as a trans woman. so he talks about his girlfriend Caroline to his friends, who are very confused about who this Caroline girl is. Steph and Cass help Caroline learn silly things like "girl code" and Dick is prepared to curbstomb anyone who misgenders her. he's ready. probably a little too ready. their relationship flows so naturally Dick doesn't know how he didn't clock it before. his crush just feels obvious now. he doesn't want to be overbearing and wants to make sure she's going at her comfortable pace with her transition. but Dick is the type of ally boyfriend to google *everything* and help Caroline through deciding if and how to go onto hormones, how to legally transition, all of it. it's their version of date night. that and patrolling together, but that one is a given. it doesn't take long for the public to figure out that Nightwing and Red Robin are together (i think it's funny if no one can decide if there's a new Red Robin or if the old one transitioned. it's a hotly debated thread on reddit.) because of how affectionate Dick is. and of course Caroline just bluescreens under any affection from Dick bc this is her childhood crush, absolutely smitten for her.

i love exploring sexual headcanons for trans characters bc it's different for everyone. i'm a bottom Tim truther, so i think bottom Caroline works great in a gender-affirming sort of way, with Dick using very feminine words in sex. i do still think she would dom Dick, riding him or edging him. it's not what Dick expected, but he'll definitely take it. Caroline just likes reducing Dick to a begging mess. i also think there would be a mommy kink. i believe in Tim being called mommy even when he's not trans, so if she's trans, she's *definitely* being called mommy. gender affirmation and kinky fuckery. two birds one stone. she also likes letting Dick braid her hair and help her do her makeup. Dick buys her all kinds of nice lingerie to try on and then ruin during sex. it's a win-win for everyone.

[outsidersheadcanons]

What do you think the other groups of greasers are like?

Eh depends. I mean some of them are in actual gangs so they would be a lot more violent/mean.

The Curtis gang (how I interpret it) is less of a gang and more of a friend group, since they don't really commit crimes (besides ig. shoplifting and whatever Dally decides to do)

I wouldn't be surprised if other greasers in Tulsa WERE more involved in crime (especially Buck, and Tim always looked like he'd sell weed or smth to me lol) and were more "dangerous" like Dally.

Kinddd of off--topic but I think Darry really makes an effort to keep Ponyboy and Soda "straight" and away from crime, drugs, jail, etc. (That's why I think he tells Pony to keep away from Buck's, besides the fact that it's. yk. a bar).

[driverlando]

hi!!!! sorry I've been mia, i went on a little impromptu trip to the beachside! I just got back and i'm so sun burnt on my nose and cheeks its not even funny. I got a nice tan tho! how have you been? have you done anything exciting recently? I surfed literally every single day on my trip it was amazing, the only downside tho was that it was like 40 Degrees Celsius. not cool.

hope you have a lovely day! love you!

-🌷

omg hiii!! ooo that’s lovely, how was it? and ah, getting sunburnt is not fun at all, hoping you have a speedy recovery but hey atleast you have a nice tan, the plus side ig 😭

I’ve been goood!! well today, someone tried breaking into our house so that gave me a fright but I’m just glad my husband was home. I’m so anxious now though because he works a lot of night shifts meaning I be alone at home a lot ffs. but anyways, besides that, we went on a date to the world of Tim burton exhibition and that was really cool!!

omg I’ve never surfed before, sounds so fun! glad you had a good time babe 🫶

love youu! it’s so nice hearing from you xx

[wernerherzogs]

i wouldn’t be surprised if R said no to buddie to protect himself. people joke about grindrgate and that other time he accidentally shared something, but if he actually is queer, he clearly doesn’t want to be out publicly and/or is trying to pray the gay away

dating a man onscreen, kissing a man onscreen, having intimate scenes with a man onscreen (only to the extent 911 usually does ofc), promoting his character being queer and being in a queer relationship, having it define his acting career… it wouldn’t help him stay closeted. there’s already so much rpf hype, so many jokes and spec about his sexuality etc. and being gay onscreen is just going to increase the speculation about him in real life. ‘he is so comfortable kissing a man lol wbk’ kind of stuff

there’s also the idea that only queer people should play queer characters, which people like kit connor were subjected to (and even O a little after bi buck) and that would also put him in a potentially uncomfortable position if he is closeted

obviously idk if he’s said yes or no, if someone else said no, if buddie is actually happening or not… these are just my thoughts after seeing your anon who mentioned his social media habits when it seems like buddie is imminent

ok i will answer one (1) ask on the topic so please don't send more and if you're a mutual don't DM me about this either (sorry!).

anon, kindly, i'm very much not interested in doomerism. i think this is very much a "we won't know until we know" situation, but a lot of things seem to be pointing out to him having said yes already? he's stopped referring to eddie as straight in recent press, brought up buddie on his own, and then there's the show's canon, especially the very evident tommy-eddie parallels (as much as i dislike them lmao. but they seem to be deliberate, and work v much in our favour!) and the on the nose ending of 8x06. also, like, while we all know that ryan's tim's special princess, i'm not sure if he'd have a genuine say (as in, a veto) on the topic once tim had decided to Go There tbh. (as in, i straight up Don't Know! like ryan's not angela bassett; tim might like ryan, but ultimately not give a fuck about his opinion on the topic.) also keep in mind that him rejecting the storyline could turn out to be a bad PR move for him, too, if the word had got out that it's not happening due to his refusal as the world has got more #Woke now (i'm simplifying a broader issue, but yk what i mean) and it would be easy to have him accused of homophobia due to that. that COULD be a potential PR nightmare. look at it that way: if he says/has said yes even if he's scared, it can actually help him out Privately, long term. :) i'm not sure if he still has realistic chances to break Bigger (probably depends on how well the rosario dawson movie does?), and lower celebrity profile can actually mean a lesser pressure to stay in the closet imho. there will always be people who gossip on the internet, sure, but i feel comfortable saying that the larger part of the mythical GA won't give a fuck, and that it won't necessarily change things much in his career trajectory. i remember reading up on jonathan bailey a few years back once i had seen broadchurch and then watched crashing and taken a look at his carefully curated IG (it was very interesting! hardly any other people besides him and his family and some friends featured in the pics, and he was always Doing Some Things; it didn't seem like an Intimate Look into his life at all) because i was getting A Vibe from him, and i found his attitude (i think) interview where he talked about Being So Happy To Be An Ally, and look at him now. ;) andrew scott is doing well too. luke evans and lee pace and richard armitage still have careers. it might not be easy, but it can be done!!! we'll see. to be fair i'm not sure how smaller celebs like colton haynes are doing, should do research on if coming out has affected his career badly.

if buddie doesn't happen it'll probably be safe to assume then that ryan did have a say in it and decided it'd be too much, and i just hope everyone remembers to be kind if that happens. but i'm staying optimistic, like i said, to me personally many writing choices in s8 (and, in hindsight, in s7), seem to be pointing out to canon buddie. :)