#but this also definitely works for trans tim

[pokeberry5]

girl experiences gender euphoria and is immediately slammed by grief

for @litttlittt <3. this was supposed to be a portrait of caroline hill, but litta mentioned tim looking like janet when dressed as caroline and identity issues and angst and things spiraled

something about tim not knowing if he's his mother's child or bruce's or neither's.

figuring out the looks:

i wanted janet to have that poofy 70s hair

[reddetur]

any ticcijack fic recs?

OF COURSE ANON, I LITERALLY HAVE SO MANY RECS

Also warning there's definitely more stories on Wattpad, but I don't feel like sending all of them 😭😭... (If you want you can check out my Wattpad ticcijack list, there's like 71 stories in it, my username is the same, @reddetur)

one of them is a fic about trans toby, the author is also on Tumblr but I don't remember the user 😭😭

Another one on ao3 is like sort of apocalyptic, where the pastas try to escape from Slenderman, ticcijack is not the main theme as you can see, but they have really adorable interactions in it ❤️❤️

Anyways I don't remember what other fic I shared, so you can just click on the links and look at the descriptions :33 they're all long fics and I think they're all still ongoing?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39239499/chapters/98183328

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55940515/chapters/142055284

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59442961/chapters/151595056

↑ This one is kind of awkward for me to read because of the angst between Tim, Brian and Toby, they're like dads to him and they're kinda strict

↑THIS ONE IS MY FAVOURITE FIC OF ALL TIME, if I'm not wrong it was the first ticcijack fic I've read? I don't remember.. Anywyas the author is going through writer curse and I really hope they're okay 😟

↑ this one is kinda angsty and if I'm not wrong it has SA??.. I don't remember cuz I read it a long time ago 😞 but yeah be careful if you wanna read it (also the sa isn't between Toby and Jack.. I would never recommend anything like that.)

↑ I don't remember what this was but I think it was about Toby and Jack living completely separately? So there'll be no mentions of any other pastas.. probably I forgot

↑ This one is really cute, but it takes around 10 chapters(?) for Toby and jack to interact LOL

Also imo I think it would've been more fitting to make ej a siren, but it's okay i think this dynamic is also cute ^w^

Another fic by blackmail ruler I want to recommend but I can't guarantee that it's good (because I haven't read it myself) is called "freak" and it's a Creepypasta Circus Au (i think ticcijack is in the tags, if not my apologies 😞)

Edit: ALSO there's a few small oneshots in here (Tumblr) as well ^w^ I could maybe make a list of all Tumblr ticcijack oneshots, but I'm too lazy so just look for them LMAO

I think if you search up ticcijack oneshots some of them will come up? Maybe, probably

[suzukiblu]

Ko-fi thank-you sentences for @aralintheobsessive; kidnapping your soulmate for fun and profit.

"Oh, I see," Tim observes non-committally, trying to figure out if he can move up that six-month timeline somehow. There's got to be some corner he can cut or something he can cheat, if he just–

"Do you wanna hang out for a little while before you leave the island?" Superboy asks hopefully. Tim stares blankly at him for a moment. What kind of question is that? Most people would be upset to find out they'd only have a little while to hang out with a newly-discovered soulmate, but Superboy's asking like he expects him to want to just . . . what, swap cell phone numbers and then go on about their normal plans?

First of all: no. Second of all, Superboy doesn't know it, but this is the damn plan, so still no.

"That sounds cool, yeah," Tim says, applying Smiling Normal Civilian Face #5, which is a little softer. Superboy brightens, inexplicably turning red again. Tim has the even more inexplicable urge to pat his face about it.

This is definitely not a platonic soulmark, no.

Okay, so Tim's . . . gay, he guesses? Bi? Pan? Just–some sexual orientation that includes telekinetic alien hybrids that are at least male-presenting, anyway. That or Superboy is a trans girl and just not out yet, which he supposes is an equally logical option.

. . . probably Tim being at least a little bit gay is likelier, though, because Superboy really is a look in that torn-up skin-tight costume he's barely wearing right now. Though Tim could also be bi and Superboy could be trans; it's not like either of those possibilities precludes the other. Actually, that combination of queer identities would probably work out pretty well, right?

At least, he assumes it would. Tim has admittedly not looked into that kind of thing too much, what with assuming it wasn't ever going to be directly relevant to his life. He infiltrated a GSA-style support group for a month and a half once for Robin-business and that's all he's really got to go on. His cover had been "kid with a newly-out older brother who was seeking basic information", just to minimize any concern about him dropping off the face of the earth after the necessary recon in the center was done, so he hadn't had to know anything even then, really.

Apparently he should've been paying less attention to the layout and staff and more to the actual conversation.

Go figure.

[ladytauria]

actually, I'll give you something cute

Jason and Tim gotta pretend to be a married couple in a suburb or smth, specifically thinking they adopt like a dog/or cat while there (and then keep them obv)

but yeah playing happy married couple while totally not pining after each other

this is so messy i’m sorry lmao

mutual pining is one of my absolute favorite tropes <3 & you know i love a good undercover + identity shenanigans fic

I don’t have a lot of clear, defined ideas for the set up (I find casefics so hard to conceptualize for some reason???? Sigh.) But. I have a few thoughts— first, I don’t want them going undercover together to have been the original plan. Second, I kind of want to have originally been Jason’s case? Bc I kind of want there to be an opening thread of like. Jason’s such a planner that having his plans over turned is always upsetting for him—he’s adaptable, it rarely ever affects his actual work, but he still gets grumpy about it :/ So him reaching out for Tim’s help isn’t like. A Big Deal but it isn’t Not a Deal at all, you know? Like it means something that he’s asking Tim to come in for… SO many reasons.

Alternatively I suppose it could be something they were assigned to do by Bruce or Babs or asked to do by Steph, even, ‘cause it’s someone else’s case & they need intel but also more freedom to do stuff?? I dunnoooo. ALSO thinking that maybe Tim & Jason are the obv choice for such an assignment bc Jason is still legally dead & doesn’t have much of a civilian life that anyone knows about, and Tim is no longer involved with WE or doesn’t have to do much with the company so his free time is also… very open.

I’m also torn on like. WHERE I would want them to be. In a Gotham suburb? Or outside of Gotham completely? Like, say, Metropolis? There’s something appealing about the latter bc like. They’re already undercover, posing as different people, but NOW they’re also someWHERE else so it feels even more like this is a distant dream they can never have. However, if it’s in Gotham you could have that underlying “we could have been this if life had been different.” (You can kind of get that with the former too, but.)

Also thinking that as much as I love the gendefuckery of crossdressing / going undercover as a woman, AND as much as I love the idea of genderqueer/fluid/trans Tim, I want them to be going undercover as an MM couple? (Although, now I’m thinking about a similar situation where Tim, who doesn’t oft explore the femme side of himself in depth, actually would get to… hm.) ANYWAY. But yeah for this one, they’re going undercover as husband & husband.

Tim’s undercover persona… I’m split between something with tech or working as a mechanic. (Hush.) Jason… hmm. College TA or going for a college degree, so he’s mostly the stay at home/house husband type. Or maybe one or both of them should have a career that calls for traveling a lot?? Hm.

Both of them expect themselves and/or the other to kind of struggle with it. For multiple reasons! The first being that they have feelings for the other—there’s a part of me that actually wants to make one of them (probably Tim) oblivious to their own feelings until a week or so into the charade & have a sudden realization? But also I like the idea of both of them going into it knowing that they like each other and resolving not to let it affect things. They both also expect to miss vigilante work, because while they’re able to go out occasionally it’s not like either of them are used to.

And while it’s definitely difficult to find things to occupy their time with at first… it’s not as hard as they expect.

Thinking they adopt an animal fairly early on (thinking it should be a stray they start feeding & fall in love w). I’m leaning hard on the idea of a cat but a dog could be fun too lmao. There’s a lot of joking arguments about post-case custody but then those peter off as they start letting their roles bleed over into their lives.

And then. The case ends. They get the intel they needed, bust the operation, and it’s time for Tim & Jason to quietly pack up and leave.

Thinking the last couple of days they spend as their fake identities are awkward. They can’t find the ease they had before because they know they’re about to leave, so when they’re not actively performing for their neighbors… they’re more withdrawn.

And then they both go to their separate homes. Thinking Jason got primary custody of their dog or cat? But I could be convinced for Tim as well. Anyway. Both of them feel a little hollow; like they’re missing something. They cant stop thinking about their life together, how *real* it felt & how much they miss waking up to the other. How much they miss even the idiosyncrasies they used to argue over. (Even if at least half of those idiosyncrasies were made up for the persona. They still know each other well enough to know which ones were real and which were fake… & they find themselves wondering which parts of their private lives they left out, good and bad, what living together would *really* be like.)

Eventually one of them makes an excuse to go see the other—to check in on the cat/dog, obviously. And maybe there’s an awkward invitation to keep visiting, and a sort of. Ambiguous/open ending with an obvious/hopeful slant for them to be a couple in the future.

And then maybe an epilogue / one shot sequel set a few months in the future with a look at their established life <3333

[ send me an AU & i’ll give you at least 5 things i would include in it ]

[noctispuffin]

Danny Phantom x Dc universe crossover

Hey Guys, I've been captured by the hyperfixation train as you can probably tell what it is from above. I have started writing out a fic and just wanted to post the beginning of what I have here to get a general consensus before I think of publishing it on AO3.

So Long summary short, it's gonna be braindead pairing (Tim/Danny). The general ideas I have going so far are as follows.

Notes/plans for Future chapters: -captured by giw (gonna work on some gore, get that absolute hate going for them, and we all love the autopsy scar) -cosmic/eldritch horror danny (later in fic/Series)

maybe trans danny -ghost cannibalism

revenant red hood

liminal amity parkers

constantine/ soul fragments

ghost politics

coffee Is ambrosia

17yr old danny/ 17 year old Tim Drake

summoning - jl bashing

scarred danny

ghouls Are Trapped By The Bound. -ghouls are the boogeyman of the infinite realms -ghouls feed off the life force of other beings -ghouls use spiders as spies -All realms have spiders/ Spider adjacent creatures.

There will be Oc Villians and Characters later in the Story

So yeah Long post but here is the beginning of chapter 1.

Waking up with a raging headache was not fun. He was dead. Or half dead at least. Headaches should not be an issue. Also, A. He was missing his coffee. B. He was tied to a chair in some… Funhouse? Warehouse?? and C. His. Coffee. Was. Missing.

Now don't get him wrong the tied-to-a-chair thing was rather important but being who he was it wasn't the first time it's happened and it won't be the last. Now the lack of "guys in white" was a bonus, as it means his identity is still intact at least but that doesn't rule out any of the other usual suspects. However, the Funhouse or warehouse… (seriously what's with all the weird clown-themed shit??) atmosphere was at least a little off-putting.

He frowns a bit as he looks out from beneath his bangs at the large area, boxes, and crates pushed out of the way to the sides of the warehouse. Nothing particularly menacing persay… if you could ignore the fruitloop standing 10 feet in front of him in the plum tuxedo with wild green hair, and holding a comically large red button monologuing to a camera.

A Camera.

Shit.

That means he can't just up and leave, even if this is Eisenhower he can't just leave and reveal his identity as Phantom or add any more suspicion to Danny Fenton. The GIW were dumb but they weren't that dumb.

He heaves a deep sigh and decides to at least get this dumb interaction over with.. Maybe he can make this freak knock the camera over cause he's almost entirely sure that the camera is still functioning enough to send out a signal if the red light on it meant anything.

"Freakshow what the hell. Look, We get it circus gothica-" He snaps his mouth shut as the man turns to look at him with a small glare and a deranged smile.

That.

That was most definitely not Eisinhowen. Not unless he somehow managed to fuck up his pale ass face more than it already was.. were… were those scars??!! up his cheeks?!! What the fuuuuck…

"It seems ladybirds and gentle bats that our esteemed guest has finally awoken from his beauty sleep!! What do you have to say to the people of Gotham Young Timothy Drake?!" The man (- the Joker. OH fuuuuuck This is the Joker!!!-) cackles to the camera as he makes a grand sweeping gesture towards him.

Wait, how did he get to Gotham?? -- Not the time.

"who?"

Ok well, that wasn't the smartest response he has ever come up with.

"Wh- What do you mean? Who? WHO?? What is this some sort of knock knock joke?" The clown looks at him and deflates slightly with his confusion before he shakes himself, fixes the lapels of his suit and turns back to the camera with a large smile and a deranged cackle.

"Well, it seems the young CEO has some gal to him! What’s to say I finish this knock-knock joke with a punch line hmm? Better hurry Batsy you know how much I love a good punchline." He giggles with a smile - giggles? seriously?? How much creepier can clowns get-

"Look uh… Joker right? I think you have the wrong person" He starts off, slowly speaking as if he were talking to a particularly unstable ghost. Only to cut himself off at the gun that swiftly appears out of the clown's suit and is pointed directly at his head.

“You have half an hour, Bats. Half an hour before the smart mouth here learns what the taste of good old-fashioned lead tastes like.” The clown's smile just grows ever wider as he takes a few dancing steps towards him.

He feels his mouth pull into a disgusted grimace as the barrel of the gun swings around to tap him on the forehead as the creep gets closer to him.

“Look-” He tries to start again, his view of the camera obscured by the gaudy purple suit and painted face hosting wild eyes.

BANG

He doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t. That would be silly. He was already half dead. There is no way that a simple bullet through his frontal lobe, mixing the grey and white matter of his brain together with a burning efficiency and the fury of a fire would kill him fully.. Right? When did he close his eyes?? Fuck this asshole was laughing again..

His blue eyes opened slowly and trail to the sting along his left temple. The gun was aimed just to the left of his forehead and there was some sort of sharp metal rod with a piece of fabric hanging from the end laying along the stinging, and now he was pretty sure bleeding along his temple.

“Hehe! Whoopsies!” The red of the clowns painted smile seemed to crack a bit as he leaned away and waved the gun around, splattering small drops of red blood from the-

Was that a fucking prop gun?! With the whole stick with the bang flag on it?? Wtf…

“This thing just has a mind of its own!” The freakshow look alike turned back to the camera with that deranged smile of his.

“Now as I was saying, As much as i'm sure Mr. Wayne would like for you to come and rescue him, you my little friends have some more important things to be dealing with!” The man strides away and grabs the camera swinging it away from Danny so it could focus solely on what seemed to be some sort of pipebomb- no- time bomb? Bomb. Was attached to a crate full of gas cylinders.

“This is one of many I have set up at certain places in the city. Detonated, of course, by the timer running out. You only have enough time to find and disarm all of them or save the poor soul of this child. See cause if you miss even one bomb, well they all go off. Disarm all of them or None of them!! HAha! Now I'd hurry along. The timer has already begun!!” The joker slams the camera back into place on the tripod so that both Danny and the digital clock behind him are visible.

He keeps his face carefully neutral as he watches the Joker waltz past him to presumably where the exit is located in this mess of a warehouse. He can hear the distant sounds of a door slamming and a large padlock clicking shut before a car starts up and drives off.

Well. This is not how he expected to spend his evening.

Last thing he remembered was trying to put together how much savings he had saved up so he could visit Jazz at college and meeting with his mom and dad for his birthday supper at nasty burger… After that it just became fuzzy and when he tried to think harder his head started to pound and the stinging of his temple seemed to double in intensity. Weird.. Not the current concern though. Time to get out of here. He couldn’t see the clock from where he was tied up but he could assume it probably wasn’t the most gracious amount of time.

He shifted back to lean into the back of the chair and wiggled his hands and fingers to figure out just how tight he was tied up. Tight but not terrible. He still had the normal amount of decreased blood flow in his hands. So, not as tight as the GIW goons like to do them but tight enough to bruise his skin.

Scowling lightly, his left hand phased through the ropes with little issue before bringing both arms around front to wiggle his torso out of the rooms holding him to the chair. His legs took a bit more work from slightly numb fingers to work the knots open and free his legs.

Pushing himself to his feet and nearly falling flat on his face was a surprise however. His legs felt like dead weight. Pins and needles starting in his thighs alerting him to the lack of blood flow to his lower half. His legs were.. Asleep? That was not normal. With his slowed heart rate and half dead metabolism the only times that ever happened was when he was with nocturne and went into a more “dead sleep” as he liked to call it. Usually the ancient would help him wake up before it got that far though..

Letting go of the chair that he had used to catch himself and half shuffling half limping over to the camera he scowled at the older model and flipped the screen so he could see what was being recorded.

A very static filled screen with hints of warehouse at the edges. Perfect. That was normal at least then, well normal for him around non ecto- contaminated electronics. He stepped back towards the chair and watched the static recede with his figure from the camera. Alright, hopefully this works.

“Hey uh.. Look I am not who he thinks I am? I am fine, I'll disarm the bomb here as best I can and then I’ll head out.. It seems like we are by a river? So I am hoping no workers are around but better to get rid of the thing, am I right?” He chuckled nervously, hand coming up to wipe at the beads of blood trailing down his cheek.

“So uh yeah Ill just do that and go? Uhh.. Yeah bye.” He nods a bit as he walks back to it and shuts the camera off.

Alright disarming a bomb.. It can’t be that hard can it? The mess of wires and C4 clay connecting the bomb and the cylinders looked more like a mess of silly string and playdoh than anything. Well it was more intuitive than the wiring his dad used at least.

Alright so that one to there.. That one connects the detonator and the… Right. Ok looks like separating the yellow and purple wires from the timer and the green and red from the detonator and back up detonator should prevent this thing from turning this entire area into a gas covered crater. Hopefully.

Using his fingers he disconnects the first two wires from each other only swearing slightly when electricity races through the wires and singes his fingertips. He sucks on the finger that got the worst of it before turning his other hand invisible and pushing it into the bomb to disconnect the wires hidden within the clay casing without disturbing anything that would set the backup detonator off.

“Fucking clowns… Robbing banks, kidnapping people, and now bombs.. Of all the things that could make me hate clowns more..” He grumbled around his finger under his breath as he observed the bomb closely and used his enhanced hearing to listen for the tell tale buzz of the still live bomb.

Silence.

Good. Now to get the hell outta dodge and figure out a way back to Amity.

And maybe pick up another coffee.

He wiped his fingers on his now rumpled jeans and dirty shirt before walking directly through the wall out to the side of the warehouse.

Tim was a smart kid. Sure he could get a little.. Exuberant, when something caught his attention. But that was normal. Completely normal. So maybe he gets a little sleep deprived now and then and maybe a little dehydrated, but that doesn’t mean anything!

Any person would stay up for 4 days straight to figure out why the riddler changed the font of his riddles to make sure it wasn’t some convoluted plan that meant he was working with some cult or was a clone working as a distraction for something larger!!

So sue him for drinking from a random coffee in the mess of half empty mugs in the hidden study he was working in, that may and or may not (read: definitely was) laced with enough melatonin and benadryl to knock out a horse while he was distracted with a case.

That was 13 hours ago.

Waking up from a sleep like that can always be a little disorienting. So when the silence of the manor finally reaches his muddled mind through the thick fog of sleep he immediately clocks something as wrong and is fighting to wake himself up fully. He narrows his eyes at the cups around him before pushing himself up and stumbling down the halls to the kitchen where he can grab a can of cold coffee from Dick’s stash hidden in the locked minifridge.

A few good sips from that has him at least alert enough to clock once again just how quiet and still the manor is. Now to be fair the manor was always a revolving door for the Wayne family and friends. But the only people who were often living here were him, Alfred, Bruce, and the demon brat.

Even with such a big place like the manor he should at least be able to pick up the tell tale signs of Bruce listening to music while doing paperwork or Alfred moving around the manor cleaning, or even the demon Brat playing with his menagerei or working with his literal arsenal of sharp weapons in his room.

Now, Silence.

Ok so based on his phone he was out for about 13 hours. That wasn’t all that long. He had gone longer without checking in so it's not like B had everyone panicking looking for him.. But where was everyone?

He lifted the cold coffee to his lips again and reveled in the bitter taste for a second before starting off towards the cave. It was probably fine. They were probably just out on patrol and Alfred was probably out doing something or other..

The cave was in a state of pandemonium. Well as much pandemonium as could be considered as such for the bat family. B, Dick, Steph and Damian were all standing staring up at the main computer. Well Dick was holding on to the hood of Damian who looked like he was trying to escape the grasp to get to his weapons and Bruce looked downright murderous. Even Dick and Steph looked pissed off.

The lilting and crazed sound of the joker's laugh echoed in the cavernous space of the cave and his scarred face and lithe body filled up most of the screen. He seems to have wandered in, just in the middle of the Clowns next big scheme. Great.

"Well, it seems the young CEO has some gal to him! What’s to say I finish this knock-knock joke with a punch line hmm? Better hurry Batsy you know how much I love a good punchline."

CEO huh? Wonder who he grabbed this time, he scowls slightly as he takes another sip of the cold drink only to choke as Joker steps aside and he catches a glimpse of himself?!!

He coughs sharply and feels 4 pairs of sharp eyes swing to him. Out of the corner of his eye he can see 3 sets of shoulders relax slightly and 1 set of suspicious eyes immediately start ping ponging between the screen and him as he works to clear his windpipe of cold brew.

“What the fu-” He starts to cough out before being interrupted by Not Tim.

"Look uh… Joker right? I think you have the wrong person" Not Tim starts as the camera tries to focus on them but seems to have difficulty as the picture around him is warped and covered in pixels and static. Even his voice had a slightly warped and staticky quality to it.

Shit. Everyone in Gotham knows not to give the joker sass.

“You have half an hour, Bats. Half an hour before the smart mouth here learns what the taste of good old-fashioned lead tastes like.” The joker cuts the guy off as he takes a few steps towards the man. And man he was.. Damn he looked skinny and honestly not that great from the little bits and pieces he could see of him through the static and distortion but the closer the Joker got to the kid the more the static seemed to open up a bit.

All eyes are drawn back to the Joker as he pulls his revolver from his coat pocket and aims it at what he can only assume is the other boy's forehead. Bruce- No Batman, the cowl and uniform were on. Was already leaping into the batmobile and Robin and spoiler weren’t far behind him. Here’s hoping Oracle had already pinpointed the location this was at, but it was unlikely even B and the others would get there in time to save this kid from Joker's wrath.

“Look-” the kid tries again and he can hear the slight waver in their voice as the Joker obscures the camera’s view of the kid.

He feels his jaw tick as he looks back up the screen, feet slowly carrying him up to the platform to stand just behind Dick as they watch the unfolding scene. The pixelation and distortion of the screen was visible in an almost halo effect around the joker as he stands just in front of the boy. The boy was completely obscured but the joker was perfectly clear.. Well about as clear as an old video camera got. Looked like from the quality like it was an old D90 digital point and shoot.

Not known for having video problems like this though..

BANG.

He scowls looking directly at the screen even as his stomach rolls slightly, expecting to see the blood start dripping down the guys pixelated form and his head to be forced back by the metal pole from which Joker had probably skewered him with his gag gun.

Blood and guts weren’t exactly a new thing to him and his siblings. Especially not in this profession. Not in this town..

““Hehe! Whoopsies!” The lack of blood that he is seeing as the Joker laughs and steps back enough for them to get a quick view of the form before the pixels swarm back in to obscure him.

“This thing just has a mind of its own!” The Joker prattles on as he reaches past Dick to press a few keys on the keyboard and bring up a still shot of the somewhat blurry but probably the clearest view they have had of the person tied up so far. It sits hovering in the left corner as the Joker goes on to prattle about his plans for destroying the city or the bats or whatever in the background.

“Now as I was saying, As much as i'm sure Mr. Wayne would like for you to come and rescue him, you my little friends have some more important things to be dealing with!”

“Mr. Wayne?” he says quietly to Dick who was standing beside him leaning forwards to look closer at the screen.

“Thinks it’s you apparently.” He responds sounding confused himself as he glances between the still shot and Tim with narrowed eyes.

He just shakes his head slightly as he starts running the still shot through the city's databases. He hears Oracle reporting sites of possible bombs to B and the others as Dick stands up and walks off to get on his bike to go help.

“Nightwing you're with Red who I hear is completely fine by the way.” The voice says pointedly as Tim slides a com into his ear.

“Hey it's not my fault you guys thought it was me!” He retorts as he slips into his uniform and starts his bike to follow Nightwing out of the cave towards the docks.

“Oh Noooo It's not like the black haired insomniac who went MIA for half a day definitely couldn’t be the Black haired unconscious insomniac tied up by The Joker of all people.” Jason retorts shortly through the comms as they pull away form the cave. He can see Dick smirk a bit as they make the trip over to the area Oracle sent them.

“Nice to hear from you too.” He snarks back slightly, even more annoyed now, knowing that even Jason was brought in on this. He did not need more blackmail for Todd to use against him. “Why is the walking dead helping anyways. Shouldn’t he be digging his own grave again?”

“Fuck you too replacement.” Comes the annoyed response.

“Enough.” B’s voice cuts across the banter. “While the unknown civilian was unconscious we could see him a lot better on camera. After being unable to contact and locate you we assumed the worst. Focus on your missions. I want all bombs and statuses related to Oracle as they are defused.” The communicator clicked slightly meaning he had been put back to a channel with only him and Nightwing and presumably Oracle if she was still listening, well she was always listening but not the point.

“Did they really look that much like me?” He asks after a few seconds of silent racing through the paved alleys and streets of gotham. The docks on the gotham river weren’t too far off he could smell it in the distance through his helmet. The building they were going to was in Gotham Proper (the lower of course).

“Yeah. They did.” Nightwing responds, his voice slightly strained showing that he was concerned that it really had been Tim kidnapped at the time.

“Huh..” Is all he can respond with as he thinks back to the still shot and pulls his bike to a stop behind Nightwing in the alley across from the building that Oracle sent them.

From the outside it was dark, not exactly clean and obviously uninhabited. The same couldn’t be said for the remainder of the buildings on the street. Light from covered windows and the distant rattle of a cart being dragged showed the life wading through the heavy atmosphere of Gotham lower.

Once Nightwing and him had gotten into the building and had located the bomb. Connected to laughing gas. New batch probably seeing as Robin and B had destroyed the last manufacturing plant. Which means no immediate antidote. Great.

He sighs as he pulls open his wrist computer to start analyzing the wiring only for his com to be reconnected with a flurry of activity from the others. Making him and Nightwing glance at each other as he worked on disarming the bomb in front of them.

“He’s escaped-”

“Not Possible-!!”

“He’s gonna get himself blown up?!!”

“Quiet.” The commanding voice of Batman broke across the chaos of the comms silencing all of the voices at once. No one wanted to cross a direct order from Batman.

“Oracle. What is going on.” He continued after a moment of silence.

“The civilian managed to escape his bonds and is going to attempt to defuse the bomb at the warehouse.” Her voice was calm and for the most part steady as they had all been trained to be when giving reports but the slight tremor was unmistakable. She was concerned.

To be fair, so was Tim. Who was this kid? Why did he think he could diffuse a bomb??! Especially one made to specifically lull those into a false sense of security only to blow up in your face a second later! A glance over at Nightwing showed he was just as concerned about the news as he was.

“Ill deal with it.” Batman’s voice responds after a brief pause and then the coms are silent once more aside from Oracle directing members of the bat family to the secondary bomb locations of those who had managed to defuse the initial ones.

He hissed softly as a sharp jolt manages to pierce his insulated gloves when he disconnects two of the wires. He can feel Nightwing’s eyes on the back of his head but he ignores the look and continues reaching further into the bomb to find the last 2 wires that had to be disconnected from the detonator and backup detonator.

He pulls his hand out and Nightwing reports that they defused the bomb getting an affirmative grunt from Batman.

“Bomb at the warehouse has already been defused. Civilian is no longer in the building or immediate area. Robin and I will go after the joker. Keep your eyes open for the civilian. I want them found. There was blood at the scene, they may need assistance.” Batman’s words are short and clipped but the concern and curiosity are there.

That only works to make Tims curiosity over this whole thing even worse.

After a brief discussion, Nightwing and him split up in hopes of covering more of Gotham to see if they can find this strange civilian. Oracle was going to keep an eye out on the cameras but Tim had his doubts that that would work with how the camera acted when it recorded the stranger.

Pausing on the edge of the roof he crouches down slightly to pull up the footage of the Jokers video before he got to the cave. All this concern over if this kid was him or not was starting to bug him. B and the others prided themselves on being able to pick out small details. Small differences. That is what made them such great detectives!

So how was it there was someone out there that looked exactly like him, was not in any of the records of Gotham and that also got captured by the joker? It just wasn’t plausible!

Now sure dopplegangers, clones, shapeshifting aliens, those were all things that came with the lifestyle and things that they had encountered and dealt with but usually with all that they tended to claim that they were the original.

Well most of the time at least.

But not this kid.. He scrubs through the footage quickly on his wrist hologram, it was just so weird.. One minute the Joker is setting up the camera and laughing as he taunted the Bats, an unconscious “Tim” in the background. The next his eyes flashed open under the black fringe of hair and the pixels and distortion just appeared!

Ok that was kinda weird, he’s pretty sure he has that shirt.. And those shoes but they were way cleaner and didn’t look like they had run a mile and a half through the swamp. The lighting was crummy enough in the warehouse that he supposed the jeans could look like the new pre- worn pair that he got from Kon.. Just who was this guy?

He pauses the feed after the Joker leaves and the guy manages to get out of the ropes holding him to the chair in a frankly worrying amount of time. No civilian knew how to get out of ropes that fast. Not even a tried and true gothamite who got tied up on the regular.

The stumbling and almost falling flat on his face on the concrete definitely was not something that spoke to someone who was just knocked out however. Drugged maybe? Or a concussion?? Both of those weren’t above something that the Joker would do..

And there is the static and distortion again. What the hell is going on with this camera and this guy.. It's like the static was specifically hiding this guy's identity! It followed him for god's sake as he walked away from the camera!

“Hey uh.. Look I am not who he thinks I am? I am fine, I'll disarm the bomb here as best I can and then I’ll head out.. It seems like we are by a river? So I am hoping no workers are around but better to get rid of the thing, am I right?”

The voice was similar in tone to his but even with the distortion warping it it had an accent to it. He couldn’t place the accent immediately but it was definitely there. “So uh yeah Ill just do that and go? Uhh.. Yeah bye.” The camera shuts off shortly after that concerning statement. Although, he supposed there was nothing to really be concerned about? After all this guy diffused the bomb. And well enough to have B concerned.

The sound of a trash can falling over and quiet swearing from a few alley’s over quickly garners his attention. Probably some drunk stumbling around but better to be safe than sorry. He deftly stands from his crouch and swings over the next few rooves, dropping onto the edge of the roof to look down into the darkened alley curiously.

That was.. That was the civilian. Well guess it's his lucky day! Wait - night? Night.

“SHit?!” Danny hisses to himself as he clips his foot against the metal trash bin sending it and whatever was inside crashing onto the already disgusting alleyway. His one leg was still bothering him for some reason. The pins and needles had barely eased up in his leg calf and foot and yet his right leg had returned to normal already. Something was up with that.

He lifts his hand to his left brow to double check the bleeding from the gunshot (stab? Cut- thing?) had eased off and closed up. With how polluted Gotham was already he didn’t need to be adding his weird ass blood to the mix. Luckily enough for him it seemed that Gotham had a larger than normal amount of ambient ectoplasm in the area meaning he could heal up his wounds faster then he would be able to using his own ectoplasmic energies.

“Son of A BI-” He spits out as he trips over a shade that darts out of a wall and makes him fall face first into the sticky and wet alley ground. He groans annoyed as he pushes himself back up to his knees and looks at his shirt and pants. How the hell was he supposed to explain this mess to his parents now… He smelled like piss and vomit and unfiltered ectoplasmic waste. They would already be pissed he missed his birthday supper and now he was in another state entirely. Fuck.

Someone was watching him.

He blinks slowly knowing the familiar feeling of eyes on him but this time it wasn’t some ghost. No, these eyes had weight behind them that ghosts simply couldn’t convey.

Homeless? … No, too intense.. Robber? Probably not but can’t be ruled out… Murderer? Well knowing his luck..

He frowns to himself and glances down at his left leg before pushing himself to his feet and angling himself to see if he could spot the person watching him without letting them know he knows they are there. As long as it was just some human he can lose them pretty easily by walking through a few walls but if it was something else.. Well he will cross that bridge when he gets there.

There. On the roof. He could just barely see the slight movement as whoever this was slid out of his line of sight.

Fuck. Probably a vigilante then. That was the last thing he needed right now. He just needed 5 minutes to himself to breathe, check his leg, and get the ring out of his pocket dimension to tear himself a portal back to amity.

He takes the next turn down the maze of allies and picks up his pace only to practically turn the corner and run into a dark figure about a head shorter than him.

He scowls slightly as he takes in the cape and domino mask. So a vigilante then. He was right. Damn.

“Where are you off to?” The guy smirks, crossing his arms over his chest as he looks up at Danny. His outfit was a mix or red and black armour. Well at least the armour cut some nice figures over his outline.. Wonder if being hot was a necessity for being a vigilante here.

“Anywhere but where I was.” He answers cryptically, crossing his own arms over his chest as he gets a better look at this guy. Sharp jaw, thick black hair, high cheekbones, fit- damn if this dude wasn’t a vigilante he would be just his type..

“Well that's one way to answer, but seriously why are you out here? Don’t you know it's dangerous out here at this time of night?” The vigilante frowns slightly as if he was worried about Danny of all people.

“I.. I can take care of myself.” He responds shortly as he looks down at the smaller hero and moves to step around the guy. “Now if you don't mind.”

“I do mind actually,” Red responds, reaching out to grab his arm.

Danny moves out of reach as quickly as he can, letting this guy's hand phase through his arm to prevent him from actually touching him.

“Don’t. Don’t.. Don’t touch me.” He snaps out quickly trying to reign in his emotions before he actually did something to this guy he might regret.

“Look, it's been a long night. I just want to get home and sleep all this” He waves vaguely around and behind him “off. So I don't know what you want or who you think you are but leave. Me. Alone.”

He glares at the vigilante, hoping that this would work. Maybe if he was just rude and annoying enough the guy would back off enough for him to go intangible and get into one of these buildings so he can properly work on getting home.

Red just raises a brow making his mask arch with the movement, as his hands come up in a surrendering gesture.

“Easy there friend, look probably not the best way to have started this encounter but it's clear you aren't from around here. And therefore probably don't know who I am” He says the last bit under his breath.

Danny can't help the small snort that he gives that sentence but otherwise doesn't acknowledge him aside from just glaring.

“Names Red Robin, vigilante of Gotham. And you are??…” the guy- red Robin, offers him a hand to shake like a peace offering.

He considers the hand for a moment before sighing through his nose and dragging a hand through his hair. He shakes the hand and drops it quickly to keep the contact to a minimum. He didn’t need to give Red another reason to be suspicious and his lower body temperature tended to be a cause of concern for people who didn’t know him. He grits his teeth a bit before shifting his weight off his left leg. The feeling was still coming back, if a lot slower than normal. He would have to have Sam take a look when he got back.

“Danny. Now I really do need to be going.” He says shortly. “So if that's all.”

“You're injured.”

Those two words make him freeze and his heart stop In his chest.

“Look we can help just-”

He didn't even notice when this body decided to start running but he was. Dark and twisting alleys flashing past him as he pressed his legs to go faster. He couldn’t phase here. He said ‘we’. Who was we?? The GIW?? Fuck if he was working with them- who was he kidding they all probably were, the justice league any of their little hero's. Fuck he needed to get out of here yesterday.

He risked a glance behind him as he could still feel the energy of the person chasing him but for the moment he was out of sight. He had to risk it. There's no way a Gotham Vigilante would give up the chase. He'd seen what they were like from the news.

He dove around the corner and threw intangibility around himself like a familiar cloak as he nearly crashed through the brick wall that made up the end of the alley.

He quickly stopped breathing as he heard the near silent steps round the corner he did just seconds ago. The vigilante was alone still… For now. He couldn't stick around to see how long that would last. He stuck his hand into the fabric of reality and opened up his pocket dimension sliding the ring onto his finger with a small frown at the familiar overwhelming wave of power that accompanied the damn thing.

He shifted slightly and let the phase cover him silently till he was back as Phantom. It was familiar at least. Being Phantom. Not ‘high king Phantom’ just.. Phantom.

He shook his head as he listened to the other side of the wall. Red Robin seemed to be talking to someone but there were no other signs of living energy in the 500M radius of the two of them. Must be some sort of communication system.. sounded like it wasn't working very well if the muttered curses were anything to go by.

That would be his cue to leave anyways. If the vigilante put 2 and 2 together about the electronics.. If he hasn't already. He really would be screwed.

The high-pitched whine of something being launched and catching on the roof above him had him simultaneously ripping a hole in the fabric of reality and turning to look at the windows that were not boarded up, above his hiding space.

The minute toxic green eyes met those of the domino mask he was throwing himself through the portal and sealing it shut behind him.

[squarebracketsmileyface]

hot take; although Brian is a total sweetums, i just KNOW he’s a Petty Crocker when it comes to his family. i have a distinct vision of someone being rude/transphobic/generally Stinky towards his partners or kids, and Brian manages to ‘accidentally’ run over their toes with his wheelchair (bonus points if they’re wearing open toed shoes). i also see him responding to some bigot with that sweet smile and accent with, ‘I’m sorry the devil has made a home in your heart and filled you with such hatred. I’ll pray for you :)’ because nothing shuts up (southern) christians by having their religion flung right back in their faces :) he doesnt key people’s cars or anything, he just finds subtle ways to inconvenience them OR give them a particularly brutal comeback to whatever they say lol

i feel like Tim doesn’t like confrontation and therefore avoids it when he can, Lark’s so anxiety-ridden that she just shuts down, so its ‘well this looks like a job for me’ for Brian, the unsuspecting fella in a wheelchair 😎 and he naturally goes on to teach Birdie his methods, so people get outsmarted/made a fool of by a little girl wearing an oversized hoodie and big green glasses 🤩

Oh you're SO right. I fucking love that. He 100% uses Christianity against the shitty Christians who are homophobic or ableist or transphobic or just anything. He has the technique PERFECTED. He's so fucking good at it, and he looks like a pretty cishet guy, so if he's on his own especially and he pulls that shit no one's gonna discredit him like "well he's a freak he's just saying that to try and get at me thinking he's clever" he's exactly the kinda guy they could see at their church, so it genuinely gives them pause, because here's this completely sensible man who clearly has a good head on his shoulders and is everything they claim people should be (especially if they don't know he's married to a man) so seeing HIM use "his" and their religion against them really sends them grinding to a halt and actually thinking about it.

Tim definitely avoids confrontation, but he also knows it wouldn't necessarily work the same way for him. If someone doesn't know he's queer in any way it'd definitely work, like, they'd take him seriously. But if for whatever reason they know he's trans (maybe doctor or whatever reason) then they'd just discredit whatever he said to refute them automatically.

It works the BEST for Birdie tho. I think she's a good little actor and has her age on her side, people see this little girl, completely earnest as she says she'll pray for them. Because she's a kid, and children are pure and have good hearts, and she's looking at them and (presumably) thinking "this isn't how my god says we should treat people" and that'd REALLY get to them. There's nothing better for making you re-evaluate everything you've ever said or done than a little kid saying one little thing that jabs you right between the eyes. Birdie knows how to ham it up, too, how to look like she really truly believes that something horrible is hurting these poor people's souls and that her little kid prayers to god will help them get better.

Also in super markets if someone is rude Brian will just subtly get in their way so bad, sit right in front of them with his breaks on while he weighs up all the porridge options or something shit just to make them have to go around him. Or he'll scooch in right where they wanna go and make them WAIT. He's so annoying with it, as he should be.

OR

He'll go out of his way to ask them for help, make them spend time with him helping him get something from a high shelf, and talk about his religion and how "can you believe the hateful people out here calling themselves Christian only to turn around and attack our queer brothers and sisters? Utterly ridiculous" and he'll try his best to make them agree with him that "yes it's awful that people like that deign to call themselves Christians, isn't it?" Because he's so reasonable about it all, he doesn't hate those people, doesn't get angry about it, just sounds so genuinely saddened that these people use his religion to hurt people

[pillarsalt]

hi there!!! love your art first of all!! :)

i came across a rb of your cotton cieling/peaking comic (which i also love!) and saw in the notes how tims have scrubbed the tag since then. it made me curious how widespread the knowledge of their rape rhetoric actually is (since we know how happy they are to spew it when they know only lesbians are reading/listening, but we also know how hard they try to pretend to everyone else that they're tooootally not homophobic and toooootally don't have an incel meltdown at the mere thought of a lesbian saying "no" to them)

so i decided to see if wikipedia had an article on the ""cotton cieling"" (god i could go off on one about how these misogynists think "women are not given equal positions/mobility in the workforce" and "men get told 'no' by women they want to have sex with realllllly badly :-(" are at ALL comparable but this ask is long enough already) and guess what!? they DO but it has been NUKED to all hell.

right now? it's got zero citations/links, zero name drops of any Brave And Stunning men who promote it and write theory about it let alone naming the POS who coined it, barely even says what the definition even is... it's THE shortest article i've ever seen on there.

but look at the history tab!!! it used to be a fleshed out piece that was out and proud about claiming "lesbians not wanting to sleep with men is both oppressive and misogynistic" until at some point they realized saying the quiet part out loud where "normies" might see it was not a good idea and quietly scrubbed the article. (but they still keep it up!! as opposed to that female mod who made literal thousands of helpful factual edits, maintaining their site for free: she got banned the moment they found out she wasn't a handmaiden and all her work is theirs now i guess). and all the while, in the background, they've kept on coercing and pressuring lesbians to sleep with them nonstop with zero guilt or shame.

please for the love of god explain to me how they've convinced anyone who pays attention they're ""the most oppressed minority group who ever lived""???

holy shit anon you're right, that edits tab is crazyyy. They have definitely done a 180° on this subject, at least out loud where the average person can read it. The discussion page is another good read, LauraRichards1981 if you ever read this, you are a star and I love you.

Talking to other feminists and others who used to support genderism but "peaked", I would say at least half of them brought up the phenomenon of trans-identified men insisting lesbians have sex with them or be labeled bigots as at least one factor in their new outlook. It's so blatantly homophobic and I think a lot of influential figures in trans activism have realized how bad it looks for them, and have actively tried to memory hole it. I have even seen some claiming that "terfs" invented the term, which is hilarious because, as portrayed in my comic, I saw it with my own eyes being touted absolutely everywhere online as a way to vilify lesbians who wouldn't go along with every desire of the male trans individuals who had parasitized their communities. The DARVO is real.

[fl1pp1ngart1st]

¤Ticci Toby Hcs¤

This is coming from someone who mostly just remembers old stuff and hasn't re-read the stories. It's my opinions, you don't have to agree ^^ (TicciJack hcs btw)

Toby has Disorganized Schizophrenia (Hebephrenia) causing him to struggle to take care of himself and show his emotions properly

His mother and sister did try their best Toby with working on his social skills and independence, which in the end did help him express his emotions a bit better

Before Lrya died, she used to take care of Toby when he couldn't, but now a combination of Tim, Brain, and Jack take care of him

Toby's Motor Tics:

— jerking/banging his head

— twisting

— shrugging his shoulders

— snaping his fingers

— popping his joints

Toby's Vocal Tics

— Grunting

— Barking

— Humming

— "Bacon Pancakes, Bacon Bacon Pancakes"

— sniffing

Toby also has Autism, I'm definitely not projecting or anything

He sees Tim and Brain as parental figures, but he tends to butt heads with Tim

He likes to pull pranks with Jeff and Ben

Toby has an extremely bad habit of subconsciously bitting his hands to the point where his hands have to constantly be bandaged up

When he gets headaches, he'll search for Jack so he can cuddle with him

He's a terrible cook, and is not allowed to cook unsupervised. Last time he almost burned down the place

While on missions, he'll take cool things he finds in the houses

He likes to collect bones and dead bugs, he keeps the bugs in a shoebox and the bones on his shelves

Toby likes crunchy foods, like fried chicken and apples (Stop it I'm not projecting)

He also likes sour foods as the punch of it is the closest thing to pain he can feel

Texture means everything to him, and refuses to touch things that upset him

Toby can act very childish, and when stressed out he can have a fit. Tim and Brian mostly deal with his fits but Jack and Jane can help too

He enjoys it when Sally paints his nails since he's too shakey to do it himself

Toby is trans because I say so, it's just facts

Toby loves to talk, although it can be challenging for him sometimes

He hates sleeping alone, and tends to crawl into other people's beds. Mainly Jack's, Tim and Brian's, and sometimes Jane's

He likes to give butterfly kisses, as Lyra did with him when he was younger

Sometimes, he tries to harvest organs from his kills so he can give it to Jack and Seedeater, but he's really bad at it

He loves animals, and tries to bring any animal into the mansion. But it never works out

[rainbow-universe]

dragging 'round a body (dead weight)

Attempted bottom surgery turns into secret relationship reveal? Click below for more!! Criminal Minds x DC Crossover Week Day 6 - Saturday, February 8th & Day 5- Friday, February 7th Day 5: Soulmate AU || Secret Relationship*** || Identity Porn/Reveal || “It’s actually safer to kiss.” Day 6: Lazarus Pits || BAU vs. the League of Assassins || Unexpected Allies || “Give a man a mask and he will show his true face." ***This can be romantic, platonic, or familial! The world is your oyster, be free! part of @criminalmindsxdc 's CM x DC crossover week!!

so this was inspired by one of Taxi's AITAH fics about the Lazarus Pit giving trans!Jason a dick and trans!Tim wanting one too, and an orphan_account's fic about Tim and Jason faking a relationship as their alibi for killing the joker (they did kill the joker but that's not the point) (both linked on the ao3 fic)

i had so much fun writing this one and it was also very cathartic at times. definitely self projected a bit at tim and reader in the middle there

Possible TWs: body/gender dysphoria, Pit rage?, explicit language, death, resurrection, batcest, etc

I know this isn’t for everyone so don’t like, don’t read, take care of yourselves

title from KMS by Sub Urban

cross-posted on ao3

wc: 3k+

flash warning for the gif below the cut

“What did you do over the weekend?” you heard JJ ask Spencer and Derek as you walked into the bullpen Monday morning.

“I read up on Allium haematochiton, also known as the redskin onion, native to certain places of California, and went to a Mitochondrial Psychobiology seminar on human energy and healing. It was really quite fascinating,” Spencer said, spinning in his chair.

“Of course you did, boy genius,” Derek teased playfully.

You reached your desk and put your bag down, still listening to your coworkers’ conversation.

“Oh, and what did you do, Morgan?” Spencer tossed back.

“I worked on one of my places, I’m almost done, just a few more things to finish up.”

“Good for you,” JJ smiled.

“JJ?”

“Henry had a playdate Friday night, so Will and I had some quiet time.”

“OoOoh!” Derek wiggled his eyebrows.

JJ laughed at his teasing. “And yesterday we went to the zoo.”

Emily walked up to their group. “Sounds fun.”

“And what did you do, Prentiss?” Derek asked.

Emily stuck her tongue out at him. “Chilled with Sergio and got caught up on the Real Housewives.”

“Ooh! What franchise?” JJ asked.

“Beverly Hills. Their drama is so insanely cathartic to me,” Emily laughed.

Derek called your name, and you looked up. “What’d you get up to, hot shot?”

“Umm…” You stared into space and thought about how to describe your weekend.

-----

It started with a text on Friday night, one of the days you were lucky enough to get off at a reasonable hour. You had been excited to have the weekend off too, ready to relax and catch up on things you neglected during the week thanks to your crazy work hours.

You’d just gotten into your apartment building when your phone buzzed. You pulled it out. It was Jason.

got an egg + mountain dew problem. come help me wrangle him.

Oh dear.

You turned around and headed right back out to the nearest Zeta tube.

Were you supposed to use them? Not really, but the Batkids had given you access so you took that as permission. Besides, this constituted an emergency.

You followed the coordinates Jason sent and stepped out into a Gotham alley.

“Thank fuck you’re here. C’mon, he’s gone rabid.”

Jason pulled you with him to his bike and tossed you an extra helmet.

You put it on and got behind him without question, but as soon as he pulled away from the curb you opened your mouth. “So, what’s the situation exactly? You were a little vague in your text.”

“Timmers found out that my dip in the radioactive Mountain Dew gave me a dick and decided he wanted to do the same thing, ignoring the fact that it gave me rage issues and other shit to deal with.” You could hear Jason’s scowl. You knew he was just worried from Tim.

“So we are going …?”

“To stop him, obviously. Brat’s already on his way so we’re going to steal the Bat-plane and stop him.”

“Ok.” Just a normal Friday night for you then.

Tim … was a slippery guy. He was smart and determined, which made him annoyingly difficult to catch up with, but you knew where he was headed, which helped. (There were only so many Lazarus Pits so you had a select number of locations Tim could choose from, narrowing your chase down.)

You caught him just before he could enter the caves, fully launching yourselves at him and grabbing onto him like a koala.

Tim, of course, could be as slippery as an eel sometimes. This was one of those times.

“Don’t you fucking dare, baby bird!” Jason yelled as he and you tried to wrangle him away from the mouth of the cave.

“Don’t try and stop me!” he yelled back, swinging his bō at you. Jason jumped over it and you rolled out of the way.

“Too late, we’re already trying to stop you,” you sassed and whipped out a sword to block Tim’s attacks. (Thank fuck, Zatanna had given you a sword charm upon request. You could carry it around, no one the wiser, and in necessary times like these, you could whip it out and have a weapon.)

“Did you learn nothing from my fuck ups? This is not the answer!”

“It’s free surgery!” Tim argued.

“With a bunch of side effects! You’re supposed to be the smart one!”

“Fuck you! I can be a dumbass if I want!”

“Tim, please,” you begged, blocking another hit with your sword.

“No!” he snarled and kicked up dust into your face and launched his staff at Jason.

You yelped and wiped the dirt out of your eyes. “Tim!” He was running through the caves.

“Fuck!” Jason swore and set off after him, you hot on his heels.

“Remember what happened with Jason!” you shouted, a last attempt to hold Tim off.

You caught up to him next to the pit. He was kneeling at the edge, staring into its depths. You went and knelt next to him. Jason stayed back. Hesitant.

“Tim,” you said softly. He didn’t move.

“I just want a body I like. I want to feel comfortable in my own skin,” he confessed, almost silently.

“Tim,” you started again, practically begging him to hear you. “I love you. I’m sorry your body doesn’t fit you right now, but you know that this isn’t the answer. Tim … darling … rationality and realities can be bummers. I wish we could mold our own bodies out of clay, give ourselves the bodies we’re comfortable in without having to jump through hoops and doctors’ appointments and evaluations and years of waiting. I wish we were given the bodies we wanted right away, without having to ask. I wish it was as easy as a suspicious looking bath, but it’s not. Jason didn’t choose to go in there, and he didn’t know what would happen. No one did.

“But there’s small joys in being able to craft your own body. It’s like pruning a tree, it takes time to form it into the big shape we want, but at any point we can decorate it with lights and ornaments and bows, until the time when it’s fully grown the way we pruned it. And even then, we can still decorate it.” You sighed. “I’m not sure exactly where I’m going with this, just that your struggles are valid. Being uncomfortable in your own skin is valid and wanting to change your body so it fits right is valid. But this isn’t the way, Tim, the ‘surgery’ might work but I think somewhere in there there’s a regret rate of 50%, as opposed to other ways. I want you to be happy. I want you to be comfortable, but I want you to be safe. This isn’t safe, Tim,” you whispered.

Tim took in a shaky breath and when you leaned down to see past his curtain of hair, you realized there were tears streaming down his face.

“Oh, Tim,” you breathed.

“I just want to not want to peel my own skin off,” he whimpered.

“Me too.”

You tapped the back of his hand to check his boundaries, and when he didn’t stop you, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him into you.

You sat there together for a few moments, just breathing. Tim sat up slowly and disentangled himself from you.

You waited to see if he wanted to talk.

“Loving the emotional bonding that’s happening here but we’ve got company and not the fun kind. Unless you like being attacked. Like me. This is my kind of company,” Jason said.

“Alright, Tim-” you held out a hand “-let’s go, live to kick ass, say fuck you to society and gender norms another day.”

“I hate when you speak my language,” Tim said without heat, letting you help him up and grabbing his bō from Jason. “Let’s annoy Rā’s a little before we leave.”

“I’m sure we’ve already annoyed him by being here but sure, let’s make it worse.”

“Hell yeah, baby bird!” Jason shouted, shooting at the incoming assassins. You genuinely didn’t know what kind of bullets he was using.

“Bruce is going to have a fit when he finds out about this,” you said, pulling out your sword to fend off the attackers.

“If he finds out!” Tim called, swinging at more assassins.

If?? Oh dear lord, this was going to end badly, you just knew it. Wouldn’t stop you from continuing on the path, you were just prepared to say ‘I told you so’ to yourself later on.

Your phone rang. You glanced at it. Jason. You picked up.

“Yah?”

There was a cough on the other end, and not Jason’s cough.

“Hello?”

“Were you with Jason and Tim yesterday?”

“Bruce?”

“Yes.”

Ah. That was fast. You could tell yourself I told you so now.

Jason must be somewhere in the background, since it was his phone. You wondered if anyone else was there, was Tim? “Umm, what? Why?”

“A League base was attacked yesterday night. The Bat-plane has several hours of footage missing from its logs and Jason and Tim don’t have alibis for the suspected time period. Their alibi is that they were with you.”

“Ok, and? Yes, they were both with me.” You knew exactly what you did but no way in hell were you admitting that to Bruce. So, you needed to tell him a truth that absolutely distracted him from this interrogation.

“You were with Jason and Tim, yesterday night,” he said it like it was hard to believe. Maybe it was.

“Yes.” You had the perfect idea. You just hoped Tim and Jason wouldn’t want to kill you after this. It just needed the right introduction-

“Hn. And where were you?”

“Getting well acquainted with my bed,” you deadpanned. Oops?

The other side of the phone was silent for longer than Bruce’s normal pauses. Please let Jason and Tim go with it, dear lord.

“So no, we were not near any League base, Bruce, can confirm that Tim and Jason were in bed with me. At my apartment.”

There was a horrified snort-whine that you were pretty sure came out of Dick’s mouth in surprise.

Steph choked on a laugh. (At least you were pretty sure it was her.)

So if they were there, likely Jason and Tim were too.

“Are we done here?” you asked.

“The missing flight logs?”

You had to give props to Bruce for being unfailingly dedicated to his mission.

You pinched your brow. “Evidently, we didn’t want anyone to find out before we were ready to tell them. Yes, I took a Zeta tube to Gotham yesterday, yes, we stole the Bat-plane for a bit. We took it to my place.”

“The flight to DC is shorter than the deleted time. You wouldn’t have needed to delete that much time if you were just hiding your flight from Gotham to DC.”

You sighed. “No. But we … took our time. Hence the deleted footage.”

Silence. You wondered what Bruce was thinking. What everyone else was thinking.

You got your answer soon enough (at least, sort of).

“Don’t look at me like that, old man! My personal life is none of your business!” snapped Jason.

“Tim…”

“Why the fuck are you looking at him like that? Fuck you! I am a fantastic partner!”

“Polyamory does exist,” you added blandly. “I happen to be a practiser.”

“I am capable of making my own decisions, B,” Tim stated resolutely.

You wondered what kind of face Bruce was making when Tim added, “And if that includes dating two people then that’s my choice to make.”

“Fuck you, old man, give me my phone back, we’ve entertained you enough for the day.” You could hear Jason’s snappish voice get louder as he presumably stole his phone back.

“C’mon babe, let’s go.” You imagined Jason slinging an arm over Tim’s shoulders and politely forcing him out of the cave, not that Tim would necessarily fight him off, not to sell the lie.

“Have a nice day!” you called.

“See you later, sweetheart,” Jason said.

“Bye, love, talk later,” Tim said, and the line cut.

Well. You could certainly get used to them calling you pet names like that.

Tim and Jason showed up at your apartment a few hours later, presumably after they’d escaped all the prodding questions and interrogations from their family. You let them in.

“Faking a relationship to distract B? Bold move,” Tim said, taking his shoes off and walking further into your apartment.

“One that I respect, but also what the fuck,” Jason added, following him in.

You shrugged. “I needed something very distracting but believable.”

“Acquainted with the bed? Really?” Jason asked, spinning to look at you.

“What? It’s true! In a very unsexy way!” you defended. “We were cuddling in my bed for a fair amount of time. I’d say that’s getting very acquainted with it, not my fault most people would infer sexy times.”

Tim snorted. “I thought Bruce might have a heart attack for a bit when you said that.”

“Distracting. Like I was going for.”

“Fucking B and his judgemental looks,” Jason scoffed.

You snorted.

“We are going to have to actually fake a relationship for a bit. To make sure everyone believes it,” Tim said.

“I don’t mind,” you said. “I like you both. Sorry for springing it on you like that though.”

“’s fine, was a good idea,” Jason shrugged.

“It was. But now we have to sell it,” Tim said.

“After the shock of finding out is B really gonna believe it though?”

“You don’t think we can pull it off?”

Jason scowled and ran a hand through his hair, starting to pace. “We’re not that close-”

“Ouch.”

“No what I meant, bird brain, and you know it. Fuck, I tried to kill you. We don’t get along, we don’t hang out, no one’s gonna-”

“Not true.”

“Huh?”

“No, Tim’s right, we have been hanging out,” you said. “One, you and him are on much better terms. Two, I’m your friend so I’ve been hanging out at the Manor, so Tim and I have been hanging out more and we’ve become friends. So three, the three of us have been hanging out together. Four, well, Tim’s fallen asleep on me multiple times now and the three of us have ended up hanging out in silence or whatever. They could see that as … I dunno, bonding, feelings, et cetera. Anyways, all in all, we have been seen growing closer so it’s not too much of a leap (for the allos) to expect that they’d think we’ve … grown feelings for each other and started dating or whatever. And it’s not unsurprising that we kept our relationship a secret at the beginning either.”

“Besides, I don’t hate you,” Tim said. “I even had a crush on you when you were Robin.”

Jason was silent, emotions flitting across his face a mile a minute. “What?” Jason managed, looking as if Tim had dropped a bombshell on him. Maybe he had.

Tim blinked, not expecting that reaction from Jason. He shrugged. “Yah, I thought you knew.”

“How would I- Why would I- NO!” Jason exclaimed. “I did not know!”

Tim blinked again. “Oh.”

“I-” Jason cut himself off.

“Do you still?”

“What?”

“What?”

“Do you still,” you repeated. “Have a crush on him. I mean, his thighs in his Red Hood pants? His forearms? His whole Red Hood look? His whole Jason look? Damn. My aesthetic radars (ace-thetic, haha) are screaming. That is to say, Jason, that I like your face. And I think you’re beautiful. Also, you’re very important to me and I love you.”

“Oh.” Jason almost seemed flustered by your rant.

“So? Tim?” You turned your attention to him.

He didn’t answer but he was also staring intently at your floorboards. You noticed his hands tapping out code on his thighs and the tips of his ears darkening.

“Do you?” Jason asked this time.

“Do you? Tim retorted, looking up to stare Jason down.

Jason blinked, taken aback, and you see the tips of his ears start to blush.

“You do!” Tim crowed.

“No,” was Jason’s kneejerk reaction.

“No?” Tim had a gleam in his eye as he stalked closer.

You watched them amusedly.

Jason held his ground, glaring down at Tim in front of him.

Tim went up onto his tiptoes to breathe into Jason’s ear. “You sure?” His hands trailed over Jason’s chest.

Jason’s hands twitched.

You smiled, barely holding back a soft laugh, enjoying the show.

Quick as a flash, Jason reached down and scooped Tim up and threw him over his shoulder.

Tim squawked indignantly, immediately squirming and flailing and yelling.

Jason carried him to your room. “We’re going to get reacquainted with your bed,” he deadpanned.

You laughed, following behind, watching them affectionately.

Jason tossed Tim on top the bed and jumped on top of him but this time Tim rolled out of the way fast enough. They grappled for a few seconds, you stayed where you were, laughing at them all the while.

“C’mon, stop fighting and let me on,” you giggled.

They let up and soon enough you were all cuddled up in your bed again. Jason and you curled around Tim. (Making sure he wouldn’t get away this time.)

“I don’t hate you. I meant that,” Tim said softly.

“I know, baby bird.”

It was quiet another moment.

“I … don’t either.”

“I know.”

“I like you,” Jason whispered into the air. You couldn’t help but think he had his eyes closed, to hide himself from rejection.

Tim didn’t say anything for a moment and Jason immediately backtracked, “You don’t have to- I mean-”

“I like you too. Like, like like.”

Jason snorted. “Nerd.”

“Says the nerd who’s obsessed with Jane Austen,” Tim retaliated.

“You’re both Nerdy Birdies, ok? Now quiet and let me cuddle you in peace,” you mumbled into Tim’s hair.

“We’re all nerds,” Tim declared.

“Ok, Nerdy Birdy.”

“Oh fuck you!”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Jason shot back, jokingly.

“Love asexual sex jokes,” you mumbled.

Tim and Jason chuckled too. You smiled to yourself as you felt their chest rumble. This was very comfortable, you thought to yourself.

There was another silence. Peaceful though.

“Does this mean we’re dating for real now?” Tim asked.

“I guess,” Jason said.

“Ok,” you agreed, sleepily.

“Ok, cool.”

Jason snorted. “Who’d’a guessed that we’d turn from fake relationship to real relationship so fast?”

“Not fanfic authors, that’s for sure,” you joked. You all snickered at that.

"We'll get you a dick, don't worry," Jason said in his sleep heavy voice.

"Promise?" Tim murmured.

“Promise, now go to sleep, baby bird.”

“G’night, Jay, night, love.”

“G’night.”

-----

Your coworkers looked at you expectantly.

“C’mon, hot shot, what did you do all weekend?” Derek asked again.

You shrugged. “Nothing much.”

“Aww, come on, give us more than that,” Emily laughed.

“Give us details,” JJ urged.

“Nothing much to tell, just stayed at my apartment, chilled, hung out.”

“With who?” Derek immediately caught your slip.

“Were you with someone?” Emily teased.

“Uhh.”

“Come on, tell us,” JJ encouraged.

You covered your face in your hands and blew out a deep breath of air. “I may, or may not,” you started slowly, “have been with my … boyfriends.” You couldn’t help but smile when you said that. Boyfriends.

“Boyfriends?” Spencer echoed.

“Yes.”

“Cutie pie! Did you have fun?” Emily asked.

You huffed a laugh. “Yes, yes we did.”

“That’s nice, you sound happy,” JJ said, silently supporting you.

“I am.”

“You’ll have to introduce us sometime,” Derek added.

You laughed. “Maybe,” you agreed.

~~~

thanks for reading!! feel free to rb and leave nice comments <3

[justanotherhornycatgirl]

What liberation are you after exactly? Those who just have the disorder are not criminalised until such a time as they act upon it. As in when they do a crime. Now while you could argue that society should be supporting both offenders and non-offenders to prevent any harm to either, I would suggest that demanding people apologise for thinking people that rape children are worse than 1s and 0s on a computer screen is a bit of an overcorrection. Even as a joke, you’re far FAR more likely to make the problem worse with a ridiculous comparison.

Just look at the response. Terfs have used it to further claim that trans women are dangerous pedophiles, and people are specifically calling you that. You really think you’ve done anything but cause people to double down on existing beliefs?

And to clarify, yes pedophilia is a disorder. That is the definition of the word. Pedophile is someone who has said disorder, regardless if whether they have acted on it. If you want to discuss kinks, just pick a different word that doesn’t make people think you desire to rape their children. People misappropriating mental disorders for convenience doesn’t make their usage of the term correct.

what liberation am i looking for? bestie have you not looked at the world around you once in your life

the entire fucking world is built around the presupposition that pedophiles are a class of people exempt from moral treatment

that anything you could ever do to a pedophile is justified

why else would it be so effective to compare trans women to pedophiles to further our oppression? because it is already the case that the accusation of pedophile, if believed by anyone, is life ruining

there are entire groups of self-declared pedo hunters who devote their lives to monetizing their stalking and harassment of random people

even a whiff of accusation of anything even tangentially related to pedophilia can completely destroy someone's career opportunities, safety, and access to community

also, do you really think the law is just? that criminalization only happens to people that "deserve it"? the world has never once worked like that

as for the point on disorder, i am anti-psych. i think the entire concept of the disordered mind is one that should be abolished, it is a tool of policing and social control. but, even within a medical psych framework, pedophilic attraction is only considered disordered if it causes distress to the individual or causes them to harm. take a look at the dsm, it makes a distinction between paraphilias (kinks that psychiatry has deemed weird enough to need medicalization) and a paraphilic disorder. a person who is attracted to children, feels no distress over that fact, and does not harm others because of this attraction will not be considered to have a pedophilic disorder, but they are unambiguously a pedophile

finally, do you really think the dozens of people calling me a TIM, male predator, trannoid, etc would have changed their minds about trans women if i hadn't said that? they already believe trans women to be pedophiles, and they will take anything as proof

suggesting i need to sanitize my political beliefs to be palatable to terfs, or else terfs will paint trans women as evil, is just doing their work for them

you dont think you are, but you're aligning yourself with terfs in this moment by coming after a trans woman for a joke she made that led to a harassment campaign against her

also, if we want to seriously analyze the nature of my joke, i do genuinely think the stranglehold adobe has on its portion of the market, the labor abuses it performs, its efforts to perpetuate the system of capitalism, and its use of pdf as an ISO standard to increase its ubiquity does in fact constitute greater harm to the world at a far greater scale than pedophiles do

[mister-mickey]

Sexuality headcanons

(Does not have anything to do with the ship hcs, these are my personal hcs. It’s more related to the twitter au but even then it’s not 100% the same)

Experience doesn’t necessarily mean sex, just like dating and such

Darry

- Cis and gay lol

- He likes guys that fight (Paul, tim)

- That’s why he liked football so much lolol

- Despite this he doesn’t have a lot of experience with other guys because he only dated girls in highschool

Soda

- Bisexual ofc. Also cis but very connected to fem side

- His type is uhh. Mean ppl. He hates to admit it though and makes excuses for his partner/crush

- “No Sandy isn’t cheating on me she just has lots of guy friends!” “Steve isn’t mean he’s just bitey!”

- Has experience with lots of different ppl because he’s so in demand so he’s good at flirting (charming handsome boy)

Pony

- Hm. Also bisexual because if taht obvious crush on cherry but also everyone else in the book lmao. Non-binary in a “I don’t give a fuck about my gender” way. Still he/him

- Doesn’t have a set type, it’s literally just anyone. He meets someone? Oh wow, new crush.

- It seems like he’s attracted to assholes, but it’s actually just because everyone around him is an asshole

- No experience, he’s 14 and kind of losery (I love him still, not pb hate)

Twobit

- Bisexual but leans towards girl, cis

- Canon that he likes blondes, so I bet he’s made out with dally at a party at least once.

- Marcia is an obvious exception to this and he doesn’t understand it. He jokes about her dying her hair blonde but he really does like her as is

- Lots of experience I’m sure. He’s funny and charming, I’d be surprised if he didn’t

Dally

- Bisexual but leans toward guys, cis

- Likes people that kick his ass (tim, Sylvia) honestly his type is just people that see him for who he is

- Tim and Sylvia are his toxic exes that he keeps going back to. He hates it but they really are some of the only people that he feels understand him

- He’s Dallas, im pretty sure Ponyboy mentioned him having tons of flings so he’s got experience.

Steve

- Gay, and I read a really good fic where he was ftm and it rearranged my brain so he’s trans now

- His type is pretty boys (soda) he’s mostly only ever had a crush on soda so it’s not like he’s explored his type lol

- He dated evie because she was friends with Sandy and he wanted to double date with soda and Sandy so he could watch them the entire time (jealous mf)

- Zero experience, he refused to even kiss evie and he never had the guts to even look at other guys

Johnny

- Hm. Gay and cis, but he seriously questioned his gender for a bit because he didn’t have much of a self concept and he couldn’t imagine himself at all. He decided to stop thinking about it because it stressed him out

- His type is people that he thinks are better than him (Dallas, for being tuffer, pony, for being smarter) he thinks that being around cool people will make him feel better about himself

- It doesn’t work, but he still likes to do it. Anyway, pony and dally still make him feel better in other ways because they think he’s so cool

- No experience, nobody ever flirts with him (or even notices him) except for Sylvia that one time. He thinks he’s ugly but honestly he just needs to put himself out there

Tim

- Gay and ftm (projecting lolll) very few people know because he was really young when he transed. Like when he was like 4 and his parents were like “hm okay whatever we don’t care anyway.” Also itty bitty titty committee so he doesn’t even have to bind (jealous)

- His type is literally just tough guys. That’s why he dated dallas and why he likes darry. They’re both tough and good at fighting.

- also dated Sylvia but only to make dally mad (and he regretted it because he realized immediately afterwards that he was definitely gay. Sylvia thought it was funny)

- Lots of experience but only with select people (people he can trust)

Angela

- Bisexual but doesn’t realize it lol, cis

- She likes traditionally masculine guys and traditionally feminine girls. Idk why but she likes it. Tbf it’s the sixties she wouldn’t be exposed to many fem guys and masc girls. Maybe she had a crush on Sylvia

- Dated bryon and actually really liked him for a bit. She broke up with him for pb but regretted it lmao.

- Bryon was her first bf so no real experience. Also tim chases any possible beaus away so she’s real unlucky

Curly

- Gay and cis, but too stupid to realize that he’s gay

- His type is any man ever. (Saw tuffponyboy’s post about how curly likes dally, bryon, and Sodapop and I committed it to my belief system)

- But he also likes pony. Maybe he even realizes and is like “omg I’m a homosexual 😧” and he doesn’t realize that everyone around him is also gay and wouldn’t judge him.

- Zero experience, gets no bitches, loser. Also he’s fifteen and he cares more about fighting than smooching

Mark

- Aromantic, asexual and ftm. Idk I feel like it fits him.

- Honestly he cares more about his friends and family than anything else. He literally sold drugs ti support his family (look where that got him)

- Has dated girls before but he hated it so much. Even tried kissing a guy at a party but decided that everyone else was crazy for enjoying this stuff

- A little bit of experience from before he decided that it all just wasn’t for him

Bryon

- Bisexual and cis

- His type is shorter than him (he likes to be tall and feel strong)

- He dated angela and Cathy, but he kissed curly at a party once (claimed it was because he was drunk and curly looks like angela but it’s not true he just thought curly was a cutie (even he’s super annoying))

- He mentioned being a ladies man so yeah he’s got experience.

Cathy

- Straight and cis, but a mega ally !!

- Her type is thoughtful and also big muscles

- She really thought bryon was perfect until he had his, err, mental breakdown and flipped out. It really hurt and she was so worried about him but he shut her out for months so she ended up moving on.

- Pretty sure bryon was her first bf? But she got with pb so she’s got a little bit of experience now

M&M

- I think gay and nb, and he doesn’t care about pronouns at all. He’s nonchalant like that

- Had a crush on mark lol. And Randy. He doesn’t date anyone because the only person he’s come out to is Cathy

- He thinks curly jumps him because he’s gay. Doesn’t realize its because he’s a hippie (curly is stupid but not homophobic)

- No experience, he’s like 13 and has never ever dated. Maybe he’s danced with someone at a school dance but he has no charm

Cherry

- Cishet ally

- Her type is canonly jerks. Very funny miss cherry.

- She dated bob, liked dally, in the series she liked Tim too. Why is she like this 💔

- A bit of experience, she dated bob after all.

Bob

- Bisexual in a homophobic way, cis

- Type is attractive rich people. He would never be attracted to a greaser, he’d rather jump off a cliff

- Dated cherry, likes Randy. He wants a very traditional future with a spouse and two children and he doesn’t think he can get that with a poor person for whatever reason. He also wants to be the “man” in the relationship.

- Lots of experience because he’s a whore I think. Flirts with most any rich person.

Marcia

- Cishet, doesn’t know that gay people are actually real. (When cherry told her she thought it was a joke)

- Type is funny lol. That’s why she likes twobit. I guess that means Randy is somewhat funny

- She actually isn’t that funny herself, she just likes to laugh.

- Very little experience. Randy was her first bf

Randy

- Gay and cis

- He likes bob. That’s it !

- He legit isn’t attracted to anyone else. After bob died he changed his entire ideology and became a hippie !! He was down bad. He doesn’t give a fuck about Marcia she’s just a girl to him

- Only has experience with Marcia and it’s not really the experience he wants because he is bobsexual

[redditreceipts]

re the thing you reblogged about the TIF sister being offended by not being invited to a women's only event

i have a 'friend' like that, she first identified as nb, but used she/her pronouns as in our language they/them does not exist. then she wanted us to use they/them (yes the english words) while speaking our native language. And now she uses he/him and gets offended if someone messes up (she cut off her breasts by now but afaik she does not take T.. but i moved to a different country a few years ago and she always cancels when our friend group meets up when i visit, so idk).

Anyways, she ALWAYS wants to be included when stuff is about women. We met in a sports club of a male dominated niche sport, and she always used the women's changing rooms. There is a 'ladies weekend' organised of the sport every year and she wrote them to change their description to include trans people and nb people so she could go. and so on

these kinds of people put so much work into distancing themselves from us as women but then get mad if they are not included. it pisses me off so much. they are just as much guilty as erasing women's only spaces as TIMs

I mean I guess that's what happens when you take the definition of woman as "anyone who identifies as a woman" literally. Most "cis" women don't really identify as women, they just know that they are of the female sex and therefore women. Some women however know that they are women, but don't identify as such, so they are non-binary or transmasc and have everyone else affirm simultaneously the contradicting ideas of a. them knowing that they are women, but b. them not wanting to be recognised as women.

I don't really have a problem with people that are transmasc in women's spaces and conversations, but it gets really hard when you have to include them, but give them like a special status.

Also, are we from the same country? My native language is also gendered (like most Indo-European languages), and now people have started to demand that they get called "they/them" WHEN SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE 😭 most people in my country can't even pronounce the "th" sound

I still remember in my Russian class when we had a speaking exercise where we had to talk about ourselves, and some non-binary guy raised his hand and said "How can I use non-binary pronouns in Russian?" And I looked at our teacher and she looked so tired lmao

[suzukiblu]

WIP WEDNESDAY GAME

Slimmed-down post/rules, but originally taken from @kedreeva.

It’s WIP Wednesday! This week's theme is "Young Justice is straight-up feral about each other (and a little extra feral about their clone boy)".

Here’s how it works:

I will post the file names of five WIPs, and will also post a snippet of new content from one of them to get the ball rolling.

Send me an ask with the name of one of the listed WIPs and I will write you a minimum of three sentences in that WIP in response!

Multiple requests are fine, but I’d prefer if you sent them in separate asks. Just a little easier for me to fill them that way.

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

WIP names:

it's not fine anymore

a pocketful of Kons 

the Core Four gangs up on Kon’s objectification kink 

trans Clark and cis Kon

YJ packs up and gets pupped

snippet from “it's not fine anymore”:

Meaning, it's less fine that his dick doesn't work. 

Kon didn't even know it didn't, when he first got out of the vat. It didn't even occur to him to think about it, what with all the other shit that'd been going on at the time. It's been a few failed relationships since then, though, and a lot of meeting a lot of very attractive people in very tight clothes in very high-stress situations, and also there's been literal mind control and love spells and sex pollen and . . . 

Yeah, well. So his dick definitely doesn't work. 

Very, very thoroughly, does his dick not work. 

If nothing else, being in the same room as Starfire and Nightwing while they were actively flirting with each other across the briefing table had very decisively closed the door on any possible chance of Kon just being a late bloomer or having a low sex drive or . . . or whatever. Whatever else it could've been. 

Kon had really, really wanted it to be him just being a late bloomer. 

But it's definitely not him just being a late bloomer. 

This would be less of an issue if Cassie and Bart and Tim hadn't all apparently noticed that he's stopped flirting with everything that moves and have apparently all come to the conclusion that said ceasefire on his pathetic attempts at acting like a normal and functional teenager means he's like, emotionally matured or something and therefore is ready for . . . well . . . 

Them. 

Also Bart reading like sixteen different libraries and actually emotionally maturing probably didn't help either, in retrospect.

[alivingroomatthebottomofalake]

100 Great Albums from 2024.

OK…

I listened to a lot of music this year, and I am not going to prattle on about it all this time because there's too much. These are the albums that came out this year that I really liked. They aren't in a specific order, but they are in a general order (closer to the top just means I listened to it more often, or responded enthusiastically/felt really strongly about it). I have been doing a lot of radio this year, and so I've listened to so much music. It's not trying to be a definitive top 100 list, I am sure I missed some gems, but these are things I personally liked. Then there are some special mentions at the end that include some reissues that include some reworked/additional material, and some compilations/live albums as well. Genres are all over the place, from heavy to light to weird to weirder. Check things out and enjoy the adventure.

Muuntautuja by Oranssi Pazuzu

Dreaming the Strife for Love by Bedsore

Absolute Elsewhere by Blood Incantation

Impossible Light by Uboa

Lives Outgrown by Beth Gibbons

Red Hot & Ra - The Magic City by Meshell Ndegeocello

COEXISTENCE by Johanna Elina Sulkunen

13" Frank Beltrame Italian Stiletto with Bison Horn Grips by Xiu Xiu

Coagulated Bliss by Full of Hell

Orchards of a Futile Heaven by The Body & Dis Fig

The Healer by Sumac

Scope Neglect by Ben Frost

I Saw the TV Glow by Various/Alex G

Maxxxine by Tyler Bates

The Substance by Raffertie

Colour by Material Object

NONAGE by Li Yilei

Delight by Arushi Jain

RECESSED DRAUGHTING by Robert Aiki Aubrey Lowe

NATI INFINITI by Alessandro Cortini

Much Unseen Is Also Here by Lustmord

Mosaic by Fennesz

Generative Etudes Vol 2​.​1 by Matthew Ryals

Nidar Effigy by Althru

MANTRA by Diploid

Cutting the Throat of God by Ulcerate

Emerald Fires Atop The Farewell Mountains by COSMIC PUTREFACTION

The Great Bailout (Deluxe) by Moor Mother

Vajranala by Senyawa

The love it took to leave you by Colin Stetson

Cellophane Memories by Chrystabell & David Lynch

NRTYA by SAICOBAB

Black Blues by Keiji Haino

Disconnect by KRM & KMRU

The Light is Real by Thollem, Terry Riley, Nels Cline

Chytridiomycosis Relinquished by Slimelord

Cool World by Chat Pile

You Could Do It Tonight by Couch Slut

Highly Irresponsible by Better Lovers

The Head As Form​’​d In The Crier​’​s Choir by Sarah Davachi

with my back to the world by Teeth dreams

Chroma by Loscil // Lawrence English

Argot by Passepartout Duo

Farm Psychedelia I & II by eucademix

Placenta by Carlos Niño & Friends

Spectral Evolution by Rafael Toral

Paloma Wind by EVA-MARIA HOUBEN + JOHN HUDAK

Arise in Sinking Feelings by PINKCOURTESYPHONE

September 23rd by William Basinski

Two Verses by Mark Templeton

Outer Spaceways Incorporated : Kronos Quartet & Friends Meet Sun Ra by Red Hot Org

The Copyrite of Spring by Buttress O’Kneel

marked by Klein

Bearings: Soundtracks for the Bardos by Ka Baird

Elden Ring Shadow of the Erdtree by Various

Black myth wukong by Zhai JinYan

UFO 50 by Eirik Suhrke

Idea Man by David Flemming

Natur by KMRU

Sharqan Hatta Al Maut - 4 by Firas Shehadeh

Harmony / Balance by Ibukun Sunday

Radio Yugawara by Passepartout Duo and Inoyama Land

In - Tran - Situ by babyxxan

Dulcitone 1804 by Nightports w/ Matthew Bourne

The sound of flowers by Daniel O’Toole

Dawn by Raymond Haddad

Horror Vacui by 9T Antiope

Halki pilvien by Tomutonttu

Standstill by Disasterpeace

Challengers by Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross

Nautnir þrj​á​r by Guðmundur Arnalds

Space As An Instrument by Félicia Atkinson

The Itself of Itself by Bass Communion

Instability of the Signal by Simon Fisher Turner

D​Ý​RA by SHHE

Salt And Sugar Look The Same by Tim Koh / Sun An

Aurora Liminalis by William Basinski + Richard Chartier

On Leaving by RICHARD CHARTIER

Lambda by ZULI

Face to Face, Day by Day by ACT!

Endlessness by Nala Sinephro

For Barney, Who Was A Bad Dog, But A Good Boy, And Very Much Loved. by Dekalb Works

Anatomical Heart by Erik Griswold, Chloe Kim, Helen Svoboda

Talitakum by Avalanche Kaito

Giant Beauty by أحمد [Ahmed]

Let Us Descend by Francesco Leali

Peurakaira by Maja S. K. Ratkje/Marte Ingeborg Haltli/Frida Helene Haltli

Turzets by James Rushford

Music For A Bellowing Room by Sarah Davachi and Dicky Bahto

MUNDANAS VII​-​XI by John McCowen

Eleven Fugues For Sodium Pentothal by Adam Wiltzie

Social Engineering by Jan Jelinek

Suite For The Drains by Lisa Lerkenfeldt

Princ​€​ss by Princ€ss

Ataque Mental by Interzona

Crises Trilogy by Darlene

Ag Titim by Anocht

Material by Connor D'Netto

Special mentions (compilations/live albums/reissues)

Disposable Heroes of Hit Em by Various

Blue and yellow through Black and Grey by Various

Special versions - Live at ACCA, Brighton by Colleen

Hear the Machine #4 by serene ailment

Alley of the Sun by Various

Vile Luxury - Redux 1924 (24​-​bit HD audio) by Imperial Triumphant

plexure '24 by plunderphonics

Selected Ambient Works Volume II (Expanded Edition) by Aphex Twin

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Fascinating! I definitely agree with the Batfam all being very Gender. Something about dressing up in spandex and breaking the laws to solve crime and the air of darkness and mystique just screams "Not cis." I'm definitely with you that Cass has the most trans energy of any of the batfam because of her having think about her gender and if it's even relevant as part of discovering her humanity, I just didn't think about her because she hasn't been Robin, so she wasn't on the original poll.

I should also add that despite all canon evidence to the contrary, my brain simply refuses to process Tim and Steph as anything other than a very close (possibly codependent) queerplatonic couple. Steph is also my favorite member of the Batfam and possibly my favorite superhero ever, so of course she gets hit with the Problems Ray and Gender Confusion gets to be one of them, and she of course has to drag Tim into it with her.

Follow up question: do you have any consistent queer headcanons for the various members of the batfam?

So like, for me, their gender identities are always up in the air, but Tim and Steph are always trans and always in opposite directions. I also have a fairly consistent headcanon for Cass specifically being a lesbian even though I tend to roll with "they're somewhere on the bi/pan spectrums" for everyone else.

Honestly yeah just. You can really project all kinds of queer nonsense on them and it works well.

I don't think I have any consistent headcanons for any of them other than 'not straight'. Exact labels often end up wherever I'm feeling when asked.

Though actually that transmasc!Jason one is actually working in my head now of just. Already had figured it out and was trying to decide on a name but when Bruce asks he realizes he has to Commit to the Bit and chooses 'Jason'.

(Bruce figured it out pretty quick because ofc he did he's Batman but Jason thinks he doesn't know. Dick actually doesn't know. Tim may or may not know but I think he's more like that one episode of Community where Abed was tracking the fluctuations in the girls' behavior but eventually realizes he's tracking their cycles. Tossup on everyone else though.)

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Are there any other alters in Tim's system other than Tyler? Or is it just those two against the world?

Yup!

A lot of them I haven't named or fleshed out, they're just a vague idea, but there's definitely more of them. I don't tend to like when systems are written as only having two alters, even though that can happen, it's not very common and every time I've seen it done it's always the "poor innocent 'Real One' who is scared of their alter and has never done anything wrong ever" and the "evil alter who only wants to hurt people and ruin the 'Real One's life just for fun" and I just hate that. Also it's more fun to me to give them a semi big system.

Some that I know I wanna give Tim are:

An introject of his mother [1]

An introject of Jay [2]

Multiple other Tim's [3]

Pirate guy [4]

[1] A persecutor or similar, because I HC that she was... Not Great 💀 tho recently I read N.Gage's ideas about Tim's mum, and I do really like their idea that it was Tim's dad who was abusive and his mum left him at the hospital because she felt like she failed him. So I might incorporate some of that? Maybe Tim pretty much doesn't remember his dad's abuse, only his mother's harsh words, because he doesn't realise that she only said those things to stop Tim doing something that'd mean he got worse from his father. But as far as Tim is aware, his mother was just mean and shouted at him and insulted him a lot, he doesn't know there was a "good" reason why she was like that. I think I've already mentioned her in passing in My Girl.

[2] After a specific incident where Jay takes things too far and finally gives the system the final nudge needed to split after a bunch of things piling up. (This one's because we have a guy like that who we split at some point to hold the memories of a piece of shit ex so that we didn't have to remember the worst of them. For us he ended up choosing a new name, and even tho I personally still a bit uncomfy cofronting with him, I am getting better at not being a twat just because of his source)

[3] To me Tim feels like someone who splits fairly easily, BUT usually when they split it's to create another version of Tim. Like, I mean literally another version of Tim, like a clone of him with just a few differences, like maybe this clone is older than him, or younger, or feels like they look slightly different, maybe this one's a cis guy instead of a trans guy, y'know? They split like this because to me they need to switch the host out fairly frequently so they can continue to function, their hosts need frequent breaks, but they're also sorta not super high masking? So if they switch the host out there's a risk that people will notice and attack them for it. So the solution is, "just swap Tim out with another Tim"

If there are a few Tim's, all of whom consider themselves to Be Tim, there's less risk of people noticing something's off. All it looks like is:

"hey, how old are you?"

"uh... *Remembers* 27"

Y'know? Like it doesn't look like anything other than them being a bit distracted so taking longer to answer personal questions with definite answers.

I think all the Tim's would also have much better memory sharing, they'd be their own subsystem which mostly keep to themselves. By "subsystem" I mean within headspace they all share a body, quite literally like a system within a system, except they have very low amnesia between themselves. (All this is just because we work like this and I wanna see another system that does, cos any time I've seen systems with multiple of the same guy, it's always an introject lol.)

[4] Childhood introject from a TV show/book or something who they saw as a replacement father/parent in general figure. I think I already vaguely mentioned him in passing in My Girl

Other system members I'm thinking about giving them but am less sure about are two that kinda come as a package deal:

An introject of the Operator [1]

Another alter who technically takes the mantle of "Masky" as well as Tyler [2]

[1] idk whether it'd be an actual introject that their brain split naturally, or something they were forced to split by the operator fucking with their head as a child, but they'd have one and it'd cause havoc. I wrote out my whole idea with these two so I'll go find that and put it at the end.

[2] this guy would be a wolf, or a dog, I never fully decided, but they'd be canine in some way, though they didn't start out that way. Their job is keeping the system safe from the inside, making sure the operator introject can't get out of the woods in their headspace to fuck up anyone else. (Yes, keeping people locked up in headspace is a terrible idea most of the time, doesn't facilitate healing, but I think when it's an eldritch deity dead set on ripping your soul open like a can of beans so it can slurp out whatever it wants to, you can make an exception. Okay that means the operator introject has to be put there by The Operator. Cool that's that figured out.)

Found what I wrote when I explained these two to someone. This idea used to be one I had for Masky in general, then Tyler was the S,IL specific Masky, but I love both ideas and like. I can have both, if I wanna. Tyler's the one who usually fronts as Masky, but this wolf/dog guy does too occasionally, when they REALLY need to. Like, Tyler does a lot of the physical protection stuff whereas this guy does more internal protection.

OKAY SO. Masky takes his role as Tim's guardian and protector very seriously, we know this, we see it over and over again in MH. So what if Masky was human when he formed, he was just a general protector, but over time of dealing with the operator and ending up in the hospital, completely unable to escape it anymore because they were locked inside, he began to change. He stopped seeing himself as a human and more as a guard dog, so insys he became a literal guard dog. I can't decide if he'd just be one of those massive bear-like dogs or if he'd just be an actual wolf, but he'd be something large and canine. The process of him changing took time, he changed gradually, add some body horror stuff because Operator or whatever. At some points he was stuck half human half canine with all the right bones in the wrong places or whatever, fur forcing its way through his skin in places he didn't already have follicles before.

Anyway, the process took a long time but the final nail in the coffin of Masky seeing himself purely as a guard dog was when the operator itself showed up in their system. Whether it's an alter split naturally or something it put there itself to increase its control and influence over Tim is up to you, I haven't decided myself. No matter why, the operator is in their system, and with it it bought a new part of the IW. It's a forest, it's dark and terrifying and besides the operator it houses some of the worst memories of abuse that they have.

Masky hates the place, he's terrified of it. Every time he goes there he feels fingers running down his spine and around his ears, like something cold and unseen is petting him, like he's a lapdog, not a very capable guard dog, able to keep persecutors away from front most of the time, and able to keep Tim away from the IW woods. Despite the cold, condescending invisible fingers that run through Masky's fur whenever he's near to woods, he patrols their edges day and night. He doesn't sleep, he doesn't rest, he just patrols and partols and partols. Any time he sees a branch that's stretching a little too far out of the forest, every time he sees a sapling growing too far out, he rips it apart with his teeth.

He keeps the forest from expanding and the operator from encroaching further into the rest of their IW, the parts of the IW where it could get at the littles, where it could get to *Tim*. It's a never ending task, a job that will never be unfinished, and the longer he does it the more it effects his body, his fur grows thin, it's patchy and dry and his skin where it's bare is covered in scratches and scars where the forest tried to fight back when he tore saplings from their roots.

He gets thinner and tireder every year, but he'll never stop. He'll keep patrolling and keeping the forest in check until he's nothing but worn down bones kept together by spite and duty and love towards the rest of his system

I do think there'd be others, but they're more nebulous

Assorted littles

Someone who soothes and looks after the littles

Someone who specifically holds their joy, is able to romanticise everything, sees everything as beautiful etc [1]

Gatekeeper/s

Possible introjects of a couple of the nurses or doctors from the hospital [2]

[1] Someone who post-canon Tim used to think was him and, when he realised they weren't him, has a whole breakdown over the question of if he personally is even capable of happiness or if it's all that other alter. (He is indeed able to feel happiness, he feels it a lot when looking after Birdie)

[2] Maybe they had a favourite who was nicest to them who they introjected for comfort, maybe they had one who terrorised them who they introjected as an abuser.

But uh, yeah, Tim's system, I have many ideas and few are properly fleshed out and I don't even know if I'll end up going into much detail at all of the system in any of the fics. Simply because Tim's completely unaware of his system (except Masky/Tyler, of course but he doesn't know what that is) until a good few years post canon. There's definitely gonna be hints at it and stuff here and there, but not much.

At some point I might write an angsty little fic of entry 35 (Tim leg breaky) from Tyler's pov tho, that one I do kinda wanna do, tho it'll probably be either once the rest of S,IL is done, or it'll be just generally a while down the line.