#dear roy...

[duckmumbo]

List of CCs that if they killed someone in front of me no they didn’t:

- Tommy

- Scar

- Tubbo

- Tommy again

- also Tommy

[duckysprouts]

new scumbag era polaroid just dropped

[mysterycitrus]

[a roy pov companion snippet to persephone part two]

There was a time, just after his father’s death, when Roy would fall into fits of choking suffocation.

His throat would close, his mouth turning itchy and hot and tight and he’d gasp and claw at his own flesh, desperate for air. Wheezing, bent over on all fours, struggling to breathe and desperate for relief, swallowing around that phantom smoke in his lungs that clung to him and refused to leave.

Brave Bow would find him in the dirt, press a calloused hand to his forehead and brush his hair from his eyes. He’d had the same hands as Roy’s father, then – steady from years fletching arrows.

Calm, boy, he’d say. The fire is gone, and you remain. You remain, and for that you must breathe.

It’d taken years before Roy felt it again, crouched with a needle in his arm and Oliver Queen’s shadow casting him in darkness. That same, encompassing squeeze that pushed his organs taut against his bones, stretched like taffy and drawing all air from his body. It’d been Dinah there with him, that time. Different callouses, with that same tender gentleness.

Then, Jade. Lian. Ollie. Donna. His comfort changed shape, and he learnt to drag himself out of the fire by himself, breathing around the fist in his mouth. The feeling became familiar, and so did the way it would leave him trembling and skittish. In and out. Inhale, exhale. You remain, and for that you must breathe.

Now, he’s sitting on a rooftop in Queens, and the smoke has returned to drown his best friend, because Dick Grayson believes there is evil in him. That all the good he’s done is poisonous. That he bears the burden of a grown man’s mistakes. Because – because Bruce Wayne couldn’t let one good fucking thing in the world lie.

He carries through the motions, watching himself from outside his own body as Dick thrashes, refuses to breathe until Donna physically compresses his lungs for him, forcing him to inhale. His heart is beating so fast it’s as if it’s not beating at all.

Never in his life has Roy wanted to kill someone more.

Donna is staring bullets into the side of his head as they descend into Dick’s apartment, holding him with a tight grip. Dick, younger Dick, seventeen-year-old hurt and miserable and alone Dick, stays silent but his eyes flutter like he’s about to pass out. The bruise on his face has only darkened in the hours since they left Jason Todd’s apartment, and the yellow spots on his cheekbone have started to purple. The bags beneath his eyes are deep.

How did I never notice he was like this? Roy thinks, half incredulous at himself. How did we let this happen that first time?

There was an answer, but it was for an older Dick who still carried all his cards to his chest. Would they be forgiven when that Dick found out what they knew about him? How they knew him now, better than they had before?

Garth, bless him, is holding a performatively casual pose as they gently push Dick through the open window. The soup is in a bowl – the slightly misshapen one that’d been Damian’s first try with a kiln – and Garth looks at him, then the soup, and pivots to start the kettle instead. What Dick really needs is solids, and maybe some protein, Roy knows, but the chances of him just throwing it back up again are high.

“Garth,” Roy says, and Garth turns those big, glistening eyes at him. It’s like staring into a lava lamp. “I’m sorry, but nobody wants any fucking soup.” Then he risks putting his hands on Dick’s shoulders – the kid doesn’t flinch, thank God – and says: “You, stay there. I need to go put my head in the shower.”

He presses down gently until Dick sits on the couch, carefully avoiding Donna’s gaze as she tries to catch his eye and rubs his hands over his face. Inhale, exhale. The smoke thickens, twists, chokes. Roy tilts a little but manages to regain his balance, and passes Donna as she goes to Garth, still fretting in the kitchen. Trusting, finally, that Dick wasn’t going to bolt right this second, he walks out towards the bathroom and immediately collides with Wally.

Wally’s still buzzing a little, and the hairs on Roy’s arms stand on end as he’s zapped when Wally grabs his elbows to hold him upright. There’s a deep line between his eyebrows, but when he looks up over Roy’s shoulders at Dick, his face goes slack. This worked out, actually. It’d keep help keep them both occupied to talk out their feelings, until Roy could get back in control of himself.

“Easy, fleetfeet,” Roy says. “Babysit for a second, would you? I need to wash my face.”

“I thought we decided we didn’t want him to run,” Wally hisses back, but Roy just gives him a shove in the couch’s general direction and staggers down the hall.

He hears Wally move forward as he manages to kick the door shut, falling against it as he starts to gasp. Roy presses his head back against the tiles, squeezing his eyes shut and desperately inhaling in through his nose and out his mouth. His throat itches. A throbbing pain starts at his temple, beating with his heart and radiating to his jaw and neck and shoulders until he tenses into a spasm.

In, out. Breathe, hold, release. Roy manages to swallow, but the noise he makes sounds like a sob, and he fumbles with the faucet until he can trust that the water is drowning him out. Again, and he claps a hand over his mouth. Everything feels ready to snap.

He got through it that first time, says a voice in his head. It sounds a lot like Connor’s patient grace. Remember? He’s still here, just the same.

But this is so much worse, Roy replies internally. Can’t you see? Because now he knows it’s not gonna end. It’ll never end.

No. This is too much.

The first time he grabs at his phone, it falls from his trembling fingers and lands on the floor with a crack. It takes him one, two more tries to retrieve it, and instead of standing he folds himself onto the floor, sat pressed against the wall next to the basin. The blue light makes his eyes sting and seeing Lian smiling back just makes that rolling nausea return, thinking of a young Dick Grayson stare at his daughter in wonder. Eight years old, like Dick’s own father hadn’t fallen when Dick was that age. Like Dick had lost a father all over again a decade later. It hurts so bad.

Thankfully, when he swipes through his speed dial, she answers.

“You’re late with an update, boyo.”

For a moment, he can’t even get the words out, just audibly breathes into the receiver with his eyes shut and his free hand twisted into his hair.

“Roy? What happened? Is Dick alright?”

He has to swallow around the lump in his throat again.

“Is Lian there?” Roy manages to get out in a croak. He truly doesn’t know what he’ll do if Mia’s taken her to MOMA or something. Maybe permanently move into Dick’s bathroom. “She free to talk?”

“Sure.” He hears Dinah move and begin to walk. She’s calm, but her steps are quick and loud down the line. “Give me an answer, Roy. If you want to talk to her because you’re bleeding out-“

“No, no,” Roy says. “No, it’s just – it’s been a long day.”

It’s only about twelve pm, but Dinah doesn’t comment on it. He hears a door open, then shut. His heartrate picks up again.

“Dinah,” he says, and he hears her stop. “Dinah.”

She knows, clearly.

“He’s seventeen, Dinah.”

“Yeah, Babs said.” A pause. “Seventeen, huh?”

“He’s…” Roy stops, tugs at his hair a little. “I can’t tell you –he’s been saying-”

“You were all kids. You know that right? The stuff you were doing wasn’t normal, in retrospect. Makes sense he’d freak you out.”

But it’s not just that. It was the casual acceptance of baiting Deathstroke. Dick’s conviction of his own fault about losing Robin. His terror of confronting Bruce. The profound, absolute loss of everything. Dick Grayson lost his father at eight years old.

Roy can’t reply to that, really, so Dinah says:

“Here she is.”

There’s a shuffle, another pause, then –

“Daddy?”

The tension leaves his body so fast he almost drops the phone entirely, and his legs properly unfold into a sprawl.

“Hey, princess.”

“You okay?” Her voice raises in pitch slightly, like when she’s getting nervous. He’d put a lot of effort into stopping her from sounding like that, so it’s jarring now. “Dinah said… Dinah said-“

“I’m fine. Really. I just wanted to check that Mia wasn’t buying you more Legos from the giftshop with my card.”

“They were mermaid Legos,” Lian tells him, worry gone entirely and now a little huffy. “And Mia said – Mia said you were a landlord. And could buy them.”

“Daddy is not a gazillionaire like Batman.”

“Does Batman have Legos in the Batcave?”

Batman has bloodied memorabilia of all the people he’s let down, Roy thinks privately, but says instead:

“No, but he has a dinosaur.”

“A real one?”

“No. It’s like the one’s out of Jurassic Park. A robot dinosaur.”

“A robot dinosaur,” Lian says rapturously. “Can we visit sometime? With Uncle Dick?”

I am never letting either of you near him ever again, is the correct answer, as much as Dick would throw a fit over it. Roy clears his throat, rubs at his eyes, and changes the subject.

“Maybe. But I want a school update. I didn’t get to talk to you about it, yesterday.”

“Well,” she stops, and he can hear her think it over. “I’m better at spelling than Cassidy, because she always forgets her ayches. But I taught her a trick for it. I can teach you too!”

My best friend was only eight, he thinks.

“Yeah, baby,” he says in a hoarse voice, and tilts back his head. “Tell me all about it.”

[cyanbeetle]

My most beloved angel Roy Harper

[shivroy]

roman also (oil painting with a digital finish)

[shebsart]

idk idk

[murphysiblings]

on loving your sibling, even when you hate them.

@ch-ch-ch-ch-cherrybomb / erica e. goode / ginger snaps / phillipa gregory / emma cameron / succession / belle and sebastian / krystal sutherland / euphoria / kieran culkin / sue zhao / lisa see

[thetarttfuldickhead]

”Hey, Coach! Wait up!”

Roy purposefully did not wait up, but kept striding down the corridor away from the festivities slowly dying down in the dressing room as the players prepared to head on to whatever celebrations they’d got lined up for the afternoon. Part of Roy still thought that half a day off for Christmas was disturbingly generous, but another part of him – one that had spent quite a lot of time in Dr. Sharon’s office these past few months – had to admit that the mini break seemed to bring a welcome energy boost to everyone, including the player who didn’t actually do Christmas.

He’d almost made it to the exit when Jamie caught up with him, throwing his gaffer a reproachful look as he pushed a stray stand of hair out of his eyes. “Jesus, Roy,” he complained. “Who died and made you the Grinch? Wouldn’t have fucking killed you to stand still for two seconds.”

“My sister’s working, and I promised I’d pick Phoebe up by two.” To be fair, it was only gone half twelve and he wasn’t in a rush, but making Jamie run was its own reward.

“Ah, yeah, yeah, okay.” Jamie nodded, falling into step as Roy pushed the door open and headed out into the windy December day.

When he didn’t immediately follow that up with anything else, Roy gave him an annoyed glare that was almost entirely sincere. “Did you fucking want something?” he asked meaningfully.

Jamie’s eyebrows shot up, as if he’d legitimately forgotten about his errand and was content to just enjoy Roy’s company (a notion that, while no longer quite new, still occasionally hit Roy as a football to the face, leaving him feeling all sorts of strange). ”Oh, right,” Jamie said. “Yeah. Mum and Simon’s come down since I can’t go home ‘cause of the game tomorrow, and Simon’s going to be making enough food for, like, half the team, so… ”

“So what?” Roy demanded, not so much because he didn’t get what Jamie was getting at – he wasn’t that thick – but to buy himself a second to process the whole thing. Also, image.

Jamie shrugged, as always undeterred by Roy’s barking. “I dunno. Maybe you bring Phoebe over to my place. Have dinner with us.” He grinned, clearly enjoying whatever faces Roy was making. “Mummy insisted. Said it’d be rude not to invite me best friend.”

“I’m not your best friend.”

“Yeah, I know, mate. You’re not mine either. But as I said, Mum insisted.” He smiled again, just as widely and wickedly, but for a fleeting moment, there was a trace of uncertainty in his grey eyes. “C’mon. You know Mum and Phoebe will get on like a house on fire.”

Roy could imagine it only too well. Between them and Jamie, he had a feeling he’d be outmanoeuvred at every turn.

Oddly enough, the notion wasn’t quite as unappealing as it ought to have been. And it’d probably help take Phoebe’s mind off having to spend yet another Christmas Day without her own mother.

“I’ll ask Phoebe,” he hedged. Partly because it really was the decent thing to do, not dragging her off to somewhere on Christmas Day without her agreeing to it, and partly because it meant he could safely blame her if they ended up going.

“Mint.” Jamie smiled, pleased. “Keeley’s coming, too.”

“What?” Roy’s eyes snapped to his face. “You could have fucking led with that.”

“Nah. Wanted to make sure you said yes for me and not for her, yeah?”

“You’re an idiot,” Roy told him. “And I haven’t said yes yet.”

Jamie made a thoughtful face. “Who’s the more idiotic, the idiot or the one who spends his Christmas with the idiot?” he pondered aloud, and then – completely ignoring Roy’s second point – added, “See you later, Coach. Mum said not to bring anything, but she likes them half-sweet wines from Germany, yeah?”

And before Roy had time to repeat that he hadn’t actually agreed to come, you muppet, Jamie had sauntered over to his own car, looking so happy it made Roy’s heart do weird fucking things.

Oh, well, Roy thought, getting into this own care turning the ignition on. He’d pass by a Sainsbury on the way from to Jamie’s place that ought to be open for another few hours yet. He could pick up a couple of bottles of Rieslings there.

[vampibrainrot]

No thoughs. Head empty. Only this panel in mind

[toocabaret]

this is absolutely insane.

[mobius-m-mobius]

Happy Birthday John Simm ♡ July 10, 1970

[hawkzeyes]

I love this panel for so many reasons

Green Arrow #11 (2023)

[jasonsknight3]

Love your writing! My birthday is coming up and I would love it if you could write an AK Jason x reader piece about it! If not, no worries! Again, love your writing! Xoxo

Thank you! I don’t know when your special day is but I would like to wish you a happy one anyway! Here is a Jason x birthday reader

Jason had some interesting birthday traditions he’s picked up. When he moved in with Bruce and Alfred they certainly made him feel special. Almost every birthday Jason, Bruce and Alfred were up at midnight. Alfred would always have a cake and candles ready. By 12:03 everyone had a slice of cake with party hats on. What if….Jason shared this tradition with you? You and Jason had discussed the birthday pal. And how to go about it. Little did you know he had a little plan of his own. He always is good at color matching. *You’ll need to know that ;) *

🎂Birthday Traditions🎂

“Hey…babydoll, wake up.” A soft voice started to rouse you from your deep slumber. The voice persisted, “Come on…open your eyes.” Jason’s voice was a soft sing-song melody. Opening your eyes, there was a soft glow. When your eyes adjusted fully awake you see Jason holding a cheese cake with candles of your age lit and wearing a big grin. “Jason? What are you doing?” You asked your voice groggy from being pulled out of sleep. Normally you were pretty grouchy but I guess this time was different. Jason chuckled, “well, it's 12:00, your birthday has officially started. I wanted to be the first to tell you happy birthday.” You could help the smile that tugged at the corners of your lips. “So then you know that it is quite literally the middle of the night. Why couldn't this wait till the morning? I mean you could still be the first later.” Jason responded “You don’t have work today and I just wanted to share my little birthday tradition with you.” A warmth spreads in your chest. “You are too sweet.” You say “only for you, now, if you could be a doll and put the party hats on for me.” Jason nodded his head over to the night stand where two party hats sat waiting to be worn. It felt silly but nice as well. The hats were decorated with different patterns and colors.

Once the hats were strapped on each other's head Jason softly sang the birthday song to you. A beautiful serenade to you and just you. As the song ends you lean forward and blow out the candles making the room dark again with just the light source coming from the moonlight through your window. Reaching over to the nightstand and flicking on the light you smile at Jason. Who was cutting you a slice and putting it on the plate that he probably had sitting in the bed already. After giving you your piece and him fishing his own you ask “So, this is your tradition huh?” Swallowing a bite he nodded. “Yea, when I was younger or uh…lived with Bruce, Alfred would always make a cheesecake for me. As soon as the clock hit midnight they’d put party hats on and sing to me. Midnight is the start of the day so that means it’s your birthday.” You had never heard of such a tradition but it was…heartwarming. Cute. “Mmmm, well thank you for sharing it with me.” You say eating your last bite. “Of course, they also had a gift for me at midnight. I happen to have one for you too.” Jason pulled the night stand drawer open and pulled out a small box. “Oh Jason, you didn’t have to do that.” You say to which he shuts down “let me spoil you today princess. Starting now. Go on, open it.”

An undeniable bubbly feeling flooded your senses. Taking the small box and opening it there was a pretty necklace. It was simple but it had a lovely red stone in it. You didn’t care too much for extravagant things. Jason knew you loved simple things. You were easy to please. “Oh Jason, it’s so lovely! Thank you, love! Help me put it on?” You request to which he happily obliged. Turning your back to him he slid the necklace around your neck and clipped it with a kiss on the nape of your neck. “Let me see.” Jason softly commanded with excitement. Over you turned around. He smiled upon seeing the necklace. He traced the jewelry as it rested against your skin. “Looked good on you baby. Even better than I imagined. Red is definitely your color.” You laugh. “Pft, no red is your color but you just like seeing your color on me.” Jason shrugged “can’t deny that.” With a kiss of thanks to Jason both of you settle back down for the night as you cuddle excited for what the day would bring.

Simple n’ sweet

[lil-pima-stuck-in-a-vine]

So I made a post about this a WHILE ago. But I’m starting to circle back around to it after jamming to some DEH soundtracks. What if Roy Harper is Even Hansen, and Connor is Jason. The sister is played by Dick or Tim. I really want to read this🥹🥹 but I’d have to write it. I also just want a Batfam themed DEH musical.

[celluloidrainbow]

誰先愛上他的 | DEAR EX (2018) dir. Mag Hsu & Chih-yen Hsu Cheng-xi is a teenager trapped in the middle of a bitter feud between his willful mother, San-lian, and Jay, a free-spirited man who is both the lover and insurance beneficiary of his recently deceased father. The boy does not get on very well with his mother, believing that she only cares about the insurance money; so, when she throws away his dad’s memorabilia, Cheng-xi runs away to Jay's apartment, forcing the man to reluctantly look after him. (link in title)

[shivroy]

needed to soothe myself with some tomshiv