#guys there's a reason why tim admired him so much!

[farshootergotme]

De-aged Dick Grayson fics are good, specially when we get the reaction of others who hadn't met him when he was still a young Robin, but there's a lot that get one thing wrong and it's when they forget Dick wasn't a normal 8-12 yo kid. And I'm saying this because I've read quite a few in which Dick was too dumbed down. And, I mean, I get it, of course he isn't going to be as good as he will be in the future, but one's gotta consider the fact that this kid was solving cases back and forth with the Batman; fighting wasn't the only thing he was good at. He helped Bruce to find clues and leads and despite not having the same amount of training Bruce had, he was very competent at it.

Like, think about how this is the same kid that, when he was about 11 years old, infiltrated without any help in a school for young assassins and managed to stay undercover for a while before he was discovered only for sneaking out to give Bruce the information he collected.

And on top of all that, he wasn't much older when he was already leading the Teen Titans. I'd say he was around 13-14 yo in the original team (I can't find sources that indicate a specific age, so I'm just going with what it looked like to me).

All of this takes knowledge, undercover and leadership skills. He was both intelligent and wise. He wasn't your average youngster.

In conclusion, if you're writing child Dick Grayson, don't make him helpless or incompetent. He can act his age, but his skills can rival those of adults. He's smart, agile and adaptable, and that's been that way since his early days to the present.

[sistertotheknowitall]

Danny is Some Guy with a not so secret admirer.

Part four? Post #four? I don’t know, none of these are exactly in order. Post one, post two, post three.

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By the time Tim opened the door, Danny had his coffee made and handed to Mia at the register. He resolutely ignored her smug face and went back to making the other orders.

Tim had been a regular long before Danny had started at the coffee shop but it was three days into Danny’s third week when Tim had stumbled in at eight a.m. and did a double take upon seeing Danny. A very obvious double take followed by intense staring before Mia had cleared her throat. The blush that lit up Tim’s face was only rivaled by the one on Danny’s.

He had never had anyone openly stare at him before.

Mia had been insufferable ever since.

It also didn’t help that shortly after their first meeting Tim had started taking his breaks at the little coffee shop. It’s been three weeks, nearly a month and Wayne Enterprise’s CEO went from a bi-weekly regular to an everyday one. (Danny wondered if he should be concerned for the man’s caffeine intake but he only had the one cup every time so probably not.)

Originally, Danny had no plans to talk to Tim. It seemed obvious the guy had a crush on Danny if the constant looks over his laptop were anything to go by and Danny didn’t want to encourage it. Danny barely had time to make new friends let alone start a relationship.

There was also the added problem of what was quickly becoming his bat stalkers. How do you explain to someone that you were being watched by Gotham’s vigilante’s for no reason? (Or worse because he had made a poorly timed sleep-deprived comment.) Danny didn’t think you could without seeming suspicious.

Incidentally though, Danny’s plan went out the window when on a slow afternoon as he was cleaning tables and passed behind Tim. Once he saw the article the other man was reading he snorted.

Bruce Wayne and The Batman? Could This Be A New Romance For Gothams Most Beloved Billionaire?

It was one of those gossip rags that printed things like: Elvis: alive and well and Superman: a mild mannered farm boy? It was all nonsense.

Danny asked Tim why he bothered with the site and Tim responded that he found it amusing to read and that his family had a group chat where they sent the articles to each other.

“Okay. But Batman? Really? Your dad could do so much better.”

“You don’t like Batman?” Tim asked. Danny had slid into the chair next to him and shrugged. “I respect what he does but for as intimidating as he is, he also seems a little silly.”

Tim had given him an incredulous look and Danny hadn’t given him time to ask for an explanation, “and his kids can be just as rude. Like that flying monkey one.” Tim choked on air and Danny politely waited for him to calm down. “Kids? Wait - flying monkey one? Which one -?”

“The one always doing back flips with the blue bird symbol. He’s also a dick that gives hypocritical lectures about fighting.” Danny wouldn’t say he hated the guy but he wasn’t sure how many more lectures he could endure before going ghost and fighting him.

Tim had turned to Danny completely and was watching him with a look of disbelief, “you mean Nightwing?”

“Is that his name? Imma call him Dickwing.”

Tim had started choking again, this time Danny patted his back hoping to help. Yet it was all for not once he kept talking, “I think I’ve only had positive interactions with the one who looks like a walking red flag.”

“Red flag? Do you men hood-?”

“No, although he is definitely a red flag, I mean the other Red one. I’m sorry, I don’t know all these peoples names yet.”

“Danny!” Mia called.

Danny stood and patted Tim, who looked a little shell-shocked, on the shoulder. “Well work calls, see you later Mr. Drake-Wayne.” As he walked away he heard Tim mutter “it’s just Tim.”

(Tim for his part, placed his head in his hands and thought, well at least I have his name now.)

After that first interaction Tim stopped playing the lurker and started to actually talk to Danny and vise versa. Danny never asked if he still had a crush on him, he wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

Unfortunately, their growing friendship had only encoraged Mia as she happily sang “your boyfriend’s here!”

Danny, very maturely, did not stick his tongue out at her. He did however flip her off under the counter like an adult.

[mouwrites]

Sorry for my inconsistent posting schedule my darlings :(

Creepypasta/MH - The Moment They Knew They Loved You

Characters: Jeff the Killer, Nina the Killer, Jane the Killer, Tim/Masky, “Ticci” Toby

Jeff the Killer

It would’ve been a very long time after knowing you

Even if he was physically attracted to you, he wouldn’t consider that “love”

He usually judges people more on their character

That’s not so say he doesn’t enjoy calling people ugly if he thinks they’re ugly though

So you guys would’ve been vibing together for a while

He’d come away from each interaction with you just a little happier (or a lot happier), but he didn’t really notice it

That is, until he walks into a room one day and finds you relaxing, scrolling through your phone

He announces some unhinged plan, fully intending on carrying it out

You just look up at him for a second before (being used to his bs) just giving a thumbs-up and telling him to have fun

He blinked at you for a second, a grin coming to his lips slowly

He thinks to himself: you know, this is why I like them. They understand me.

And then he starts to think about all the reasons he likes you

He spends the rest of the night with your image in his head and a light feeling in his heart

It’s when he’s lying in bed, telling himself to stop thinking so he can sleep, that he finally realizes:

Oh. I’m in love, aren’t I?

He’s not mad about it; he’s more surprised than anything (at first at least… soon he’s ecstatic about it)

But he fully accepts his affection for you, and it won’t be long till he confesses ;)

Nina the Killer

She’s a pretty perky girl with a lot of emotions

Happiness, sadness, anger… she’s unapologetic in expressing everything, to the point that many call her “extra” or “weird”

It’s only for those people that she acts more reserved, and it’s more in an act of resentment than resignation (basically her saying “eff you loser, you don’t deserve me”)

So she only really likes people that she doesn’t have to act differently around

And of course you’re one of those people :)

She finds little things to like and hate about everyone in her life, and you’re no exception

So one night she just happens to be looking at a picture of you, and she gets to thinking

She smiles as she remembers good times with you: going to the mall, getting messy with baking or butchering, late night texting…

At length she decides that there’s a whole lot more to love than hate

And then she gets to thinking about your looks, and maybe she’s biased because she’s just decided that you’re delightful, but she feels a little heat come to her cheeks

She zooms in on the picture she’s looking at, admiring your features one at a time

She’s baffled that she hasn’t noticed how good-looking you are until now

And then the memories play again in her head, but this time her heart soars extra high…

She’s in love with you!!

She smacks a hand over her mouth when she realizes it, then breaks into a fit of giggles

Get ready for not-so-subtle hints and extra affection….

She’ll want you to figure it out before she actually confesses lol

Jane the Killer

I feel like she would’ve decided that she loved you pretty early on

Maybe even before interacting with you for the first time

She watched you (perhaps not entirely intentionally at first), and was at once enchanted by your looks and the way you carried yourself

You were like a magical creature of beauty to her

She didn’t dare disturb you in the beginning; she was content just watching

She was sure that her infatuation was purely aesthetic; you were just pretty, that was all there was to it

Except IT WASNT

One day she happened to actually interact with you

She was a little nervous, what with you being held so high in her head

But you absolutely floored her

The way you spoke, the way you saw her as a person…

You hooked her like a bass in a pond

She stood there breathless after your first interaction, watching you walk away with a racing heart

It was then that she knew this was much more than physical attraction

She HAD to have you, or at least try to

And trust me, she will try her hardest 😤

She’ll court you for a while first, just to see if you’re even interested

But if/when you are, she won’t be taking her time in confessing ;D

Tim/Masky

Methinks you’d have been friends for a while first

You went through a lot of things together: good times, bad times, silence, chaos…

And maybe you weren’t besties or anything, or super enthusiastic about each other (actually you’re probably a little cold to each other if anything, even if you do feel strongly attached)

But the point is that you have a history, and you know each other well

Plus there’s an unspoken bond that says you’ll have to tolerate each other for a long time (unspoken obligatory friendship moment)

Not that either of you minded

So one day you’re enjoying some silence together, relaxing out on a balcony and waiting for the dark clouds to pour rain

Your eyes are fixed on the sky, leaving your face in full view of the world

And, more importantly, Tim

He’s not sure why, but his gaze catches on your face

He starts admiring the little features: your eyes, the curve of your nose, the way your eyebrows are shaped…

He doesn’t decide that you’re beautiful. He decides that this is the face of someone he loves

It hits him like a truck—just a random thought out of nowhere:

This is the face of someone I love.

And while he’s taken aback at first, with a reddening face he realizes it’s true

He does love you!! All that you’ve been through together really meant something to him

He looks away bashfully, grumbling something when you ask if something’s up

Get ready for the long game…. This man will never confess

He’ll curse himself for even insinuating any feelings for you, so you’ll be left in the dark unless you’re REALLY good at picking up accidental gestures

“Ticci” Toby

He’d be so oblivious to his own feelings

He’d act super affectionate towards you, but only because he acts on impulse

He never stops to wonder why he gets the impulse to hug you or pinch you or say something not-so-mean (even NICE?! 🤯) when he’s around you

He doesn’t even notice that he only gets those impulses for you

So you’ll probably figure it out before him

And it’s only when you start to return that affection that he really starts to question

But again. He is SO OBLIVIOUS

It takes him a very long time to figure it out… you honestly might just have to spell it out for him

He can’t even take hints

I think that when he finally does figure it out, it’s a fleeting thought that catches for some reason

Like, he’s just daydreaming or something and suddenly he’s dreaming of dating you

And he thinks: hey, that wouldn’t be so bad. But it’s not like I like them like that. Wait…. Do I?

And then he’s just. Floored. Because HOW DID HE MISS IT FOR THAT LONG

Literally grips his hair like “WHAT!!!!”

Immediately runs to go yell at you tell you that he loves you

And you’re just like “oh I know. But thanks for finally confessing! <3”

Thank you so much for reading!! Take care my sweet duckies <33

(divider by saradika)

[drunkenkissesatdusk]

SAFE HAVEN

pairings — jason todd x reader

warnings — mentions of blood, mentions of injuries, mentions of yeowch, swearing, this was cams ( @harleyyquinnsgf ) idea so this is a dangerous game we play

summary — you would always be Jason’s safe haven; the only person he would ever let help him when he’s hurt would be you. that’s why he goes straight to you for help of any kind.

notes — like i said bruh cam gave me this idea bc i was a little lost on what to do

━━━━━━━ YOU’VE KNOWN JASON FOR YEARS at this point, befriending him in your earliest high school years. it was a pretty unusual friendship, Jason and his tendencies to get into trouble, and your picture perfect student record.

they do say opposites attract.

maybe that’s what made you and Jason begin a steady dating life as soon as you were both done with any studying. well, you attended online college and he continues with his Red Hood side gig.

you could hear the sound of your windowsill opening, and Jason sliding through it. nothing clattered to the floor - Jason had a designated window he would slide in from whenever he finished patrol.

you didn’t like it, but he liked it, so you endured it. it reminded you of before you guys got together, when he would still enter your family’s house to get inside and see you.

“did i ever tell you,” you were leaning against the doorframe, watching him remove his helmet, “how much this reminds me of when we were teenagers, and you always ran to me for help with your injuries?” you walked forwards, embracing him in a warm hug.

“no, but we could do a blast from the past and you could patch me up.” he gave you a weak grin, motioning to the gap in his leg.

“jeez, Jason.” you sighed, leading him into your guys’s shared room. you had him sit in the side of the table, your face flushing as he sat down after removing his costume. uniform? you forgot what Jason called it.

“you should see the other guys, then.” Jason muttered.

you began to work carefully, removing the dried blood. Jason watched you intently. you could feel his eyes burning into you as you continued to wipe away the blood from his wound.

“i bet you fucked them up, Jay.” you smiled, throwing away another paper towel, grabbing a new one. you doused it immediately in saline solution, doing the last passover of his wound with care.

“anyone else show up?” you hummed.

“no,” he mumbled, “Dick wanted to, but something happened that he needed to deal with. i told him he could come over and hangout soon.” he was still watching you, admiring the care you carried for him.

“well, he’s welcome whenever. was it just him patrolling?” throwing away the other paper towel, you reached for the gauze and medical tape you kept on standby for this exact reason - Jason.

“yeah. Damian’s patrolling tomorrow with Tim, which is destined to be a shit show. Tim’s only going because i’m staying in tomorrow.” he hummed, moving to make the dressing of the wound easier.

you responded to his movement with a small ‘careful’.

“staying in? what for?” you ripped the top of the gauze pads packaging off.

“you’re always telling me to take a break.” he muttered softly, his arms crossing over his chest.

“you’re finally taking my advice into your vigilante lifestyle? never thought i’d see the day.” you teased.

“and i’m regretting it already.” he joked.

you smiled up at him, wrapping the tape around the previously places gauze. Jason eyed the movements, how careful you were, and how lucky he was.

“movie night? i’ve been wanting to watch something new. we could try a romcom?” you suggested.

“i am not watching a romcom.”

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[mysterycitrus]

the way you write the relationships the batfam have with each other is so delicious to me like AUGHH YOUR BRAIN!!! it’s so good. if you were willing, i'd love to hear more of your thoughts on the relationship cass and jason have / steph and jason (staring at you with my big wet eyes)

i havent read much from any of the characters and have seen large parts of fandom say that they would all get along/they’d be so close/besties, so the ideas i’ve read in your works (wolf king and persephone) are very interesting!!

to put it bluntly — i think they’d fucking hate him.

part of that is, weirdly, people tend to devalue tim’s relationships with steph and cass. like, steph and tim have never been normal about each other. cass and tim spent most of the nineties and early aughts jumping back and forth to each other’s comics. in what world would either of them be chill with the guy who hurt him (and damian) like that?

it also flattens cass’s ideology and steph’s history with bruce’s mission. cass has struggled with engaging with murderers because she’s sees them as herself, and their actions as her own actions. she is reflected in each of them, but she ultimately values life above all else which is why her personal connection to the bat is so interesting. she would not have sympathy or time for jason todd, someone who uses bruce’s mission to hurt others, to take lives, and attack the people she loves. like…. please be serious. she would not be hanging out w the person who was happy when bludhaven got nuked.

same deal with steph— something that really annoys me is when people act as though the “bad robin club” would be a bonding moment between steph and jason. not just because steph has a more developed comic run than jason has, with legitimate obstacles to her getting recognised as a hero, but also because again, this guy is doing the same shit as her dad. why would she like him after he went after tim multiple times? whenever someone draws this comparison i think of this page —

the fact that steph values bruce’s mission, his views on taking a life, despite being at such a profound low point is really important. i can’t believe she’d look at jason and think him admirable.

however!!!! that doesn’t mean their interactions (when reasonably in character imo) can’t be interesting!! having cass and jason interact in persephone was a lot of fun, because making him interact with someone other than bruce or dick puts him off balance. peoples fear of complex relationships with legitimate stakes makes me sad. neither cass or steph have that history with him before death, or that same image of him as a memorial, and it’s a fun thing to explore. specifically this passage from wolf-king —

like yeah!! neither of them would fuck with him!!! let him be the unpopular brother!!

[deliciousbasementtrash]

Playing Nurse for the Batfam

From Batman: Wayne Family Adventures #67-69 on Webtoon; Artist Inker Starbite

Summary: you are a nurse working for Gotham General Hospital. Batman has offered you a job. You are meeting the whole family for the first time. What could go wrong?

Pairing: Slowburn Jason Todd x reader, (maybe a why choose with Dick Grayson as well?? Idk tell me what you guys want)

Warning: Adult language, knife injury

Word Count: 1.5k

Note: These characters are not my own they belong to DC. The only character that is 'mine' is the reader. I am going to be as nondescript as possible for the reader as well for physical attributes. This is a continuation series; I’m not sure how long it will be. Also for some reason, my replies to comments are not showing up. I’m not ignoring your comments Tumblr won’t let me respond :( But please, please comment I live for it 

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

Part Four: Dinner and a Show

Anxiously, I took the napkin from the table and began twisting it vigorously. I felt Alfred leave his seat as he rose to meet his family. I swallowed hard, not wanting to look at all of the people that were entering the room. They just seemed to keep coming. How many people were in Bruce’s family? 

Before I had time to register it a hand was outstretched near me. It nearly made me jump. The stranger cleared his throat and smiled, “Hello, I am Dick Grayson. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

In an ungraceful motion, I put the napkin on the table and stood up to greet him properly. I took his hand in mine and firmly shook it. His hands were large, calloused, and a little clammy. It was almost like he was a little nervous to meet me. But that couldn’t be right. 

“Nice to meet you, Dick Grayson. I am y/f/n y/l/n,” I said, trying to make eye contact with him. Dick was an extremely handsome man. He was almost achingly pretty. With his soft blue eyes, dimples, and dark curly hair, he could definitely charm the pants off anyone if he really wanted to. 

His smile grew when our hands met. He just stood there for a moment looking at me, and then he pivoted to the side. He introduced Tim Drake and Duke Thomas. Tim was cordial and did the customary new person greeting, Duke was somewhat rambling. 

“Your powers are truly something to be admired, thank you so much for everything you have done,” Duke said as he excitedly shook my hand. 

I smiled at him and rubbed the back of my neck, “It’s really not that big of a deal but thank you, Duke. You guys are the ones that make the real change.”

Duke opened his mouth as if he were going to disagree, but a red-headed woman with glasses wheeled up to us and joined the conversation. 

“You boys are hogging her. Hello, I am Barbara Gordon. This is Cass, she doesn’t say much, and this is Stephanie, she says too much.”

I greeted them both, slightly overwhelmed by the amount of new people. I was trying my best to act ‘normal’ and be as social and charming as I could be. A younger boy who strongly resembled Bruce stood far away from me. He surveyed the room, taking in the reactions. He seemed so serious for his age. I wasn’t sure if I should make the introduction or not. 

“Where is Jason?” Bruce asked the room. 

“He is running late,” Dick said, “he said he had some ‘other shit that needed to get done first.’”

Faintly, I saw Bruce tense, but just as quickly as it came, it went. “Alright, everyone leave y/n alone and go sit down.”

On my right, there was Alfred, who felt my anchor to the world. On my left, there was Dick Grayson, who felt like he was trying to get me to smile and laugh every chance he got. 

The table soon became loud with conversations that finally were not about me. However, I felt eyes on me the whole night. Damian Wayne was across from me, staring at me the whole time like I was an intruder. 

“So, you are a healer,” Damian said, skeptically. 

I swallowed a bite of food and nodded, “I am.”

“What can you heal?” Damian asked, twirling his dinner knife in the air. 

“Flesh wounds, broken bones, blood loss, head injury, organ injury,” I trailed off not knowing what else to say. 

“How does it work?” His eyes narrowed at me.

“I’m not really sure. It’s as natural for me as breathing or blinking.”

“What are your–” Damien asked but then Bruce interrupted. 

“Son, you do not need to vet our guest. Let her enjoy herself.” 

Damien was suspicious of me and curious I wanted the boy to feel comfortable, “It’s okay, Bruce. It’s natural to be curious about it. What other questions do you have for me, Damien?’

“What are your limits?” Damien asked.

I felt the table go quiet. They all were curious and wanted to know my weaknesses. I instinctually did not want to answer, but I knew that if I wanted to be accepted I would need to be vulnerable and honest. 

“I cannot heal a majority of terminal illnesses. Spinal injuries can go one way or the other it depends on the severity. I cannot heal tumors. And…. and healing is draining. If I am not smart about it, I can make myself sick.”

“Sick how?” Dick asked, leaning in. 

“Well, it’s hard to explain. When I healed Bruce, it was after my shift at the hospital, I barely ate that day or slept the night before. So, when I put all that energy into healing him, it was exhausting. I nearly passed out on the ground next to him. When I got home, I slept for 16 hours straight. That is a more mild case though, it can get more… severe.”

“I wasn’t aware of that,” Bruce mumbled. 

The boyish charm on Dick’s face vanished, “How severe can it get?”

“Oh, you know tremors, fever, bloody noses, vomiting, seizures. It can get bad. I’ve learned my limits the hard way, but I’ve learned them. Growing up my limits were more extreme. I couldn’t heal a paper cut without getting a headache. Small stuff like cuts and bruises doesn’t bother me at all now though. It barely scratches the surface of my limits.”

“Prove it,” Damien said. 

“Excuse me?” I asked, annoyance filling my tone. I can handle his constant questions, but being told to prove it vexed me. 

“You say you can heal cuts and bruises without it ‘scratching the surface.’ Prove it. Prove you’re not a charlatan witch.” It was a movement for a boy too quick for his age he took his dinner knife and sliced along his own arm.

“Damien!” Barbara yelled. Dick leaped across the table but it was too late, blood was already pooling. Bruce and Alfred cursed. 

“Why did we allow Damien to have a knife at dinner?” Tim asked over the yelling. 

“Tim, do you really think we gave him that knife?” Bruce asked, incredulously. 

Anger surged as I slowly made my way around the table full of people yelling until I was in front of Damien. I glared at him as I rested my hands just above his cut. The room became silent as I healed him. The cut closed, and I replenished the blood that he lost. 

Damien looked at me, dumbfounded. The whole room did expect for Bruce and Alfred.

“It’s one thing to hear about it, but to see it… you really are a miracle.” Duke said the words and I flinched from them. 

I looked at Damien and let my anger show through. “I will not heal you if you pull something like this again. I don’t care how much your father pays me. I am not a monkey that will dance for you on a whim. Do not harm yourself to make a point or prove something again.” Damien angrily ripped his arm away from me. I didn’t care. It was unacceptable. He should never hurt himself intentionally like that just because he knows I can heal him. I turned and faced the room, “It was lovely meeting all of you. I hope you all have a nice evening, good night.”

And with that, I turned around and left for the night. Maybe I shouldn’t be as mad as I am right now, but I know I need a moment to myself. I heard light footsteps beside me as someone lightly jogged to catch up.

“I’m sorry about Damien we are still house-training him,” Dick said, trying his best to lighten the mood. 

I didn’t crack a smile, “It’s okay, Dick, really.”

“He can be intense sometimes, well we all can,” ever so lightly he reached up and grabbed my elbow, turning me so I faced him. “We are a lot. We are loud. We are sarcastic. We all think we are right all the time. We fight. We can be obsessive, protective, and socially inept. You will constantly have to patch us up–”

I shook my head, my eyebrows pinched in confusion, “Why are you telling me all of this?”

“You need to know exactly what you are getting into. It won’t be fair to you if you don’t know,” he said, absent-mindedly his thumb stroking the inner part of my elbow. He probably didn’t even know he was doing it, but I was acutely aware of it.

I just nodded, “Thank you for telling me. I appreciate the honesty. Besides, if I can handle my family, I can handle yours. Good night, Dick.”

“Of course, good night, y/n.” It looked like he wanted to say more, but I didn’t have the energy for it. 

I walked toward my room, suddenly so exhausted. I rubbed my eyes with the heels of my palms, and accidentally ran into a wall. 

“Um excuse you,” a deep voice said.

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[yellowocaballero]

I admire your commitment to writing tim drake as having spent his formative childhood years on a different awful forum in every universe. it fills a conspicuous void in the fandom ecosystem.

I want to put this ask on my wall. Thank you for understanding me. Thank you so much.

Look, I think there are reasons why characters act the way they do. So often when writing Batfam people put in 0 work into actually establishing why or how a character is Like That, which feels necessary when the character is the most Like That of all time. You end up with a father-son or brotherly soulmates situations and it's bizarre. Why are you adopting this child you saved, you save fifty children a day and there is nothing special about him.

Tim Drake is a fucking freak and there needs to be a reason for that. Child neglect isn't enough. Somebody like Tim needs a very specific thing to happen in their lives to get them to the point of making his decisions. He needs to be obsessive, to spend time in a place that feeds and validates his obsessions, to be in a place where he can easily collect a great deal of data to construct a pathway model, and for all of this to happen without leaving his room. It has to be the internet. Tim is a guy who the internet churns out. I know he's from the 80s but Tim as a person is somebody who is so chronically online in the weirdest way. Not chronically online how WE'RE chronically online. He's on the weird forums. Like those military simulator game forums where military personnel post classified blueprints for future military tanks in order to win an argument. Those kinds.

If you were a domestic terrorist in the early 00s you were probably on Something Awful. All I can say (Actually, technically the SA thing is an anachronism - it didn't actually pick up until the early 00s. But it was the website that worked the best, explained the most, and I fucking needed to make the 'But he wouldn't tell her what the awful thing was' joke, so here we are). This is also the reason for the other anachronism of NW. Homestuck.

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rank your family worst to best and explain why

oh shit. uhh like everyone-everyone? okay Cass: She's really awesome, she knows everything about anyone and if I were to cross her I'd be put into the ground instantly. She knows my secrets that I thought I buried deep ago but she somehow found the exact location where I buried everything and dug it up quicker then I could ever explain. Jason: Jason's actually pretty chill once you get to know him, he's awesome to be around and I love hanging out with him. Even if it's not often. He's a great cook and I love him a lot. I like watching him maneuver around the kitchen and my toxic trait is thinking I too could also do that.

Tim: He's a ball of stress and you just wanna squeeze him until he's unstressed. It doesn't work. I've never tried. But I would just assume it wouldn't work. He's really great at doing what he does and it impresses me every time I see him working on something he's really focused on. He's great to hang around! I like hanging out with his boyfriend, Bernard, 'cause the two of us are great with FNaF theories!

Damian: He's my favorite little brother, technically also my only little brother. But we're closer in age and I like watching him do his art stuff! He's a bit mean from time to time but that's okay. He's the one who inspired me to make my own little funky art things, you can see them all over my blog too!

Steph: She gets me, she understands me. I love her so much, she's practically my sister. She's great to hang out with and I love her sense of style. I look up to her and she's just always been so awesome!

Babs: She helps me out all the time, even if I don't ask her to. It's small things or big ones like helping me relocate my shoulder! She's great at computer stuff and watching her do her work is so awesome and so cool! She's always there for everyone and I love her for that. She's just amazing!

Bruce: He took me in, he's always been such a great guy, even though he's definitely had his low points, he's always trying. I really admire him for that. He's looking out for everyone as much as he can, making sure we're as safe as we can be and just overall doing his best as a father. Bruce has always been really awesome.

Alfred: I love Alfred so much. He's the best cook I've ever met, he's the best at taking care of everyone and he's always so nice. Except to people who aren't nice to him. Really as long as you're nice to him he's nice to you and he'll care about you and he'll take care of you. But even if he doesn't like you, he'll still take care of you. He's a really great guy, I wish everyone had someone like Alfred. I wish Alfred had an Alfred for himself, he needs to take care of himself. I do my best to take care of him. But sometimes I'm just not enough.

Kate: I've only met her a handful of times. But every time I've met her she just is so cool. I love her hair, it's so pretty, Her sense of style is amazing and I'm really glad to have her as my aunt. Helena Wayne: I love her so much, she's my sister. I care about her a lot. She's great to be around and I'm always so happy to be included by her! She's one of the best!

Carrie: I've never really known much about her, but she's always been so cool to me. I love her sense of style she's so fun from what I hear and I like her from what I know

Jarro: He's a starfish, I love that. He's so awesome and He's so creative and I think that everyone deserves to see him or get to meet him!

Okay so I guess I didn't really rank them, but these are reasons why I really like them so much. Does that count?

[whywoulditho]

ough... sorry for jumping in when you said you're still reading stuff, i hope this doesn't come off annoying or anything! but that thing the prev anon said about timkon is... a WILD take.

tim wasn't trying to "replace" kon, he was having a grief-induced mental health spiral and was doing anything and everything to get a chance of getting his best friend back. (the "resurrection of ra's al ghul" event goes over this too - tim and dick have a short fight that ends in tim crying in dick's arms because tim was tempted to use a lazarus pit to try and bring back his dad, steph brown, and/or kon.) it's an unhealthy coping mechanism he exhibits during a period of his life where he's experienced several catastrophic losses back to back, and he's coping poorly. moreover he literally apologized to kon for trying to clone him in adventure comics (2009) #3.

also saying that kon is created as a replacement for superman is true, but acting like he never has an established character outside of "replacement for superman" or that other characters treat him as just a replacement superman, is not. in world's finest three (tim and kon's first meeting) we literally see tim initially turn to kon for backup with metallo, a superman villain, and at first he's dismayed that kon doesn't have all of superman's abilities, but over the course of the two issues, he admires kon's use of his ttk and they establish a mutual respect with each other (they both save each other's lives at the end).

and generally, kon & clark have a very positive relationship in postcrisis comics (aka the continuity that the cloning stuff with tim happens in) - if you want to see more of it, i'd rec "adventures of superman" #506 and superboy (1994) #59 and #70. kon definitely has plenty of issues, but his identity and relationship to superman aren't really the ones in question. (although i'll admit there is the caveat that kon's [lack of] superman-related identity issues is kind of soft retconned in teen titans (2003), which is where the lex luthor retcon is introduced - fun fact, luthor has nothing to do with kon initially!)

this got long i'm SO sorry - it just gets my goat when people tell straight up lies about comics to people who are just getting into reading comics 😭😭 i hope i didn't come off aggressive bc thats def not my intention but i'm sorry if i did!! and i hope you enjoy your comic journey and have fun with it overall!!!

do NOT apologize! i really appreciate this!!

i have a couple more people on my inbox yelling things like "how dare you even entertain the thought of them together!!!" i wasnt expecting to see so much passion on this subject when i first talked about it but it seems like DC comics fans have very strong opinions about that pairing hahaa

as i said in my previous reply to that anon, i really need to do my own reading before i form an opinion on the ship but your reflections seem very fair and i really appreciate the comic recommendations! and honestly, the whole reason i was interested in timkon was that their relationship seemed very complicated, and therefore very angsty, which is what i live for. so i do really understand why some people like it and some hate the idea of it. from what i've seen so far.... i like it. but i can't really speak on whether or not it is compatible with the canon dynamic of the characters. does that make sense?

also like on another note. HOW do you guys give such specific references when talking about these things?? 😭 DC universe seems HUGE and i have no clue where to start and then i see people giving like the exact issue number of events and stuff and i'm like.....HOW?? and also like. teach me. guide me. i'm lost 😭 HQJSKFKCJDJ

[alpineshift]

Prompt 33. please!

Maybe Nico is a little insecure about how everyone loves Jack? (And maybe Jack has to remind him that hey everyone loves ur ass too bud)

I like this one omg. It's giving romance novel vibes!

33. “I don’t want them. I want you.”

It takes Nico a little while to realize what he's feeling is insecurity. It's not that he doesn't feel it normally - he feels like he's got a healthy balance of knowing his limits and knowing his skill, so when realization strikes it catches him off guard.

He's feeling insecure. But like - what? and why? He and Jack are in a very established, comfortable relationship - they work well together, play well together, live well together.

He'd argue that he's one of the few people barring Jack's own family that knows him so well, knows him intimately - there's no reason he should feel this way.

And yet. Once he realizes, Nico can't stop thinking about it, can't get it out of his head.

The way the guys tease and dote on him.

The way the fans scream Jack's name, red jerseys with HUGHES emblazoned across the back to support him

Guys at the gym that come up to him with compliments and curiosity, trying to play it cool but failing to hide their admiration

That time they played the Canucks and Quinn invited them over for post-game food with a few of the guys, watching Jack seamlessly assimilate into the group with easy banter and big grins

It makes Nico shift restlessly in his corner on the couch and shred the label off his beer bottle until Jack suddenly pops up in front of him, shoving Nico's jacket into his arms. C'mon, I'm craving something sweet and Q only has ugly health snacks in his fridge.

It's not until they're outside, walking the block towards the closest twenty-four hour Tim's, that Jack gives him a knowing glance and says, "you were starting to look a little freaked out upstairs, Neeks. what's going on? are you okay?"

And it just spills out. Everything he's been mulling over for the last while, just splat on the cold pavement in front of them. Nico's mortified by the time he trails off, head hanging low and feeling intensely clingy.

But Jack just stops him - right there in the street, late at night under the streetlamp, and drapes his arms around Nico's neck to kiss him properly. He's so warm it makes Nico relax right away.

"I don't want them. I want you." He says it so easily, so honestly, it makes Nico's heart swell. "Besides, I don't think you realize just how much everybody's in love with you. C'mon, babe, I'm gonna give you the lowdown."

send me a jacknico prompt!

[ladytauria]

Jaytimkon high School fic???? Maybe with popular skater boy Tim 🥺🥺🥺

Sending love and inspo!!!

i adore hs aus xD i did reference skater tim, though maybe not the popular part so much ^^;

i decided to go established timkon & pre-jaytimkon for this one~ i hope you like it!! thank u sm for the prompt <3

>> AO3 <<

“Oh my god, Tim. Just ask him out already.” Kon hisses, startling Tim out of his thoughts.

Or. Well.

He wasn’t really thinking so much as he was stealing glances across the library, where Jason has his nose buried in a book. He always does. Even at lunch, Jason doesn’t really sit with anyone; just picks an out of the way table to read while he eats.

It’s cute. Especially when he gets really into it, and forgets he’s in public; mouthing the words, making faces, even uttering soft noises.

Tim would feel bad about sneaking glances if he didn’t know Kon’s been doing the exact same thing.

“I— The whole school knows we’re dating, Kon.”

“I’ll go with you.” Kon shrugs, twirling a pencil between his fingers. “So he knows it’s chill.”

Tim glares. “Then why can’t you ask him out?” he hisses. Tim’s not the only one crushing, here. Why does he have to be the one to ask?

Kon rolls his eyes. “Because I asked you out,” he says, like that has any bearing on anything whatsoever. He pauses, then adds, “Also, you liked him first.”

“Yeah, which means you have experience.” Tim chooses to ignore the second part.

“Also means you’re in desperate need of some.” Kon rolls his eyes. Tim pouts at him, but Kon stares back at him, unimpressed. “Dude. You are like… one more longing sigh away from leaving him anonymous love letters. Just ask him out.”

Huh.

Love letters… Tim hadn’t thought about that angle. Jason’s social media presence is pretty sparse, except for a book blog he updates two or three times a week. Hadn’t Jason said something about the secret admirer trope in romance a bit ago? But was it positive or negative…? Hm.

“Oh my god. Babe.” Kon put his face in his hands. “That’s not a suggestion. Please don’t make me call Cassie.”

Tim stills. If Kon calls Cassie, it’s really only a matter of time before Cissie and Bart get involved. And while it’s possible they could take Tim’s side— Tim doesn’t want to listen to it.

“We could sign the letter?” he offers anyway.

“Tim.”

Ah. Kon’s no-bullshit tone has entered the chat.

Fair enough. Tim would probably end up spending weeks just trying to compose the damn thing before giving up entirely. Fine. Okay. Tim can wing it. He’s great at that.

He drags his hands down his face. “Okay. Fine," he says. "I can do that."

Kon pats his arm. “You’ve got this, babe.”

Tim appreciates Kon’s confidence, even if he doesn’t share it.

It takes Kon’s foot nudging his ankle for him to stand. The space between their tables seems insurmountable, like Jason might as well be separated from him by an ocean. Tim looks back at Kon.

Kon, again, looks unimpressed. The raised brow and crossed arms are very Ma Kent. Tim almost tells him so, but thinks better of it. Instead, he turns.

Okay. Ask Jason out. Tim can do that. He’s done scarier. Asking a cute guy out is nothing compared to getting his ass kicked at the skate park. Besides, he knows Jason. He’s the only reason Tim passed English last trimester, after all, and he was… surprisingly patient about it. Well. It was a little rough at first, but. Then something shifted, and it got easier, and Tim. He’d thought he’d liked Jason before, but actually getting to talk to him—

Well.

Maybe Kon had a point about his pining.

At least if Jason rejects him, he'll be nice about it.

The insurmountable gulf between them is surmounted in but a few measly seconds—just barely long enough for Tim to get his bearings. His heart is still beating a touch too fast.

Jason looks up from his book. “Can I help you?” Tim can’t help but think he looks like a disgruntled cat. It’s cute. His expression shifts, a little, when he realizes it’s Tim. “Oh. Hey, Timmers. Need somethin’?”

Now or never. “Yeah,” he says. He grips the back of an empty chair, just to have something to do with his hands. “Do— Kon and I were planning on getting ice cream after school today. We were… wondering if you wanted to come?”

Confusion creases Jason’s brow. “That… I wouldn’t want to intrude on your date,” he says slowly.

“You wouldn’t be,” Tim says, immediately. “You— We want you there.” He pauses, and then, to clarify, adds, “On the date. ‘Cause. It’ll still be a date, if, um. If you’re okay with that.”

Jason looks at Tim. Then he looks over at Kon, who winks.

Huh.

Tim’s never seen anyone turn that shade of red before. The color paints all the way down Jason’s neck, and under the collar of his uniform. “I—“ His tongue darts out, wetting his lips. He looks nervous. Tim can relate.

He pulls the chair out with his foot, sitting. “I know it’s probably kind of sudden,” he says. “Um. You can say no, if you want to. And—um. If you need more time to think about it, that’s okay too. We can go out another day.” He pauses, the wheels of his mind spinning. “It’s not a trick, either. I promise.”

He almost holds out his pinkie, because he’s embarrassing like that, but. He manages to stop himself.

Jason’s mouth works a couple more times before he finally manages, “I’d like— Ice cream sounds good.”

Tim sinks back into his seat. His cheeks ache from his grin—he’s pretty sure he looks like an idiot, but. He doesn’t really care. “Cool,” he says.

Jason smiles back. “Cool,” he repeats, softly.

[mastcrmarksman]

favorite teammates.

Okay, so Clint has had a lot of teams and team ups; so going from each one would be a lot. Teamwise he has been on (and I am sure I am missing some smaller, more obscure canon) try asking about specific eras / teams instead of this broad cast

Avengers (multiple eras)

West Coast Avengers (original & kate's)

Thunderbolts (original and luke's nyc tbolts)

Great Lake Avengers

New Avengers (underground)

New Avengers (A.I.M Avengers)

Secret Avengers (three iterations)

Avengers Academy

Defenders (briefly)

Wild Pack (briefly)

World Counter-terrorism Agency (briefly)

this team from Occupy Avengers

Shield teams

Clint has been around the block, been around a lot of different team, and eras. He knows a lot of people. So I will say that the most obvious favorites of Clint's will in fact be his first, the originals and kind of the people who made him. A lot of his favorites tend to start off on the wrong foot with Clint.

All of that, and it is hard for Clint to divorce his personal feelings. His favorites as the originals, his favorites are his best friends; but this is a guy wwho actually has a lot of love for a lot of people, who he wants to be on a team where cohension is, where they work out and can sit by the pool together, go out for a bite together. If a teammate can be a friend, they are his favorite, for that reason.

His favorites, I would say, are people he would absolutely want to be around outside of "work" / "superheroing" // clint's favorite's list is long, and think of this. if he had to tap the absolute best for a team. these are his candidates. also natasha, bobbi, and jess are this list but his deep romantic entanglement is why they aren't listed.

Tony Stark // he wouldn't be where he is without Iron Man, by that extension without Tony. Sure, Clint may have naively tried to be a hero, because he wa jealous and in awe of the fame of Iron Man, but Tony's the first to vouch for Clint. Despite all their differences and times they are at odds, Tony's a man he deeply aspects and admires. If he and Tony can be on the same team, it's a good day. (legitmately top of the top for clint)

Steve Rogers // another man who made him who is he is today; there is so much love and respect for this man. Clint's distraught that it affects his personal relationship with Natasha when Steve quits the Avengers. One of the best fighting partners Clint has ever had andd will ever have is Steve; with how Steve worked him, trained him. They fight in sync so well, and again, Steve's one of his favorites to get a rise out of too. (legitmately top of the top for clint)

Hank // that's another very old teammate of clint's; that's another one (like steve actually) that Clint did not start off on the right foot with. It took them a long tim, but its pretty clear that by the time of Hank's death in canon. Clint's obviously regarded Hank as one of the best, and help such a love, respect, admiration for the man, despite everything, and has an almost unwavering faith in.

Wanda Maximoff // absolutely influenced by his crush on her, but simply she is his friend. they go way back with each other. no matter what they've been through, despite the actual pain, of them literally killing the other (house of m; it was a thing); she's still his frind, a good teammate to have to back you up.

Greer Nelson // another big player, now from his west coast ddays, that absolutely is someone who if you look at the text; she had been one who he has fought fiercely for. Its anothre example of someone who made him, this time made him while he was leading, he's taking a shot on her, he believed so much in her after Greer had left the Avengers after beeing on the team for like only a couple of months or less, because she didn't believe in herself. Starting this West Coast branch? When he was looking for members and not coming up with many. That's a big leap to take on someone, when her history is quitting due to confidence issues; that means that Clint did see she had what it takes.

Melissa Gold // from his Thunderbolts era and a little more some; she is the stand out among the rest (now that may in part be due to marvel comics and writers) but she is by far someone that Clint would vouch for (even with all the double/triple crossing with AIM stuff and how she hurt him; which the amount she did tells you a lot. favorites hurt most when they betray you). He's someone he came to trust, to admire, and felt so proud of to watch her grow, watch her redeem herself from her past and make something of her life.

Kate Bishop // I mean, duh, does this have to be said. She is top of the top of the top. She's his first mentee that he took on personally, one on one, and I mean this girl gets vouched for, by, Captain Amereica, by Steve who was Clint's final and best mentor. She is evereything, his favorite that he can say full-stop. ( legimately top of the top for clint / number one )

Now for least favorites; that's hard because with Clint? He's a prickly pear, a cactus to deal with at first. A lot of his frienshipss, working relaitonships, and dynamic start off as hostile or rivals or rubbing each other the wrong way. I mean Clint does not like a lot of people at first (literally so many people are like this for him)

People he didn't like at first and now he is solid with / likes: Pietro, Hank, Steve, Jennifer (she-hulk), Carol Danvers, Sam Wilson, Hulk, Jessica Drew, Vision, Deadpool, Daredevil, Bucky Barnes, etc etc (do you get how the list goes on? literally any newbie he usually dislikes at first and then development/growth happens and he loves them)

I will say this, Clint may jokingly say Pietro is; but Pietro is far from being low on the favorites list, far from being a least favorit. That is his brother, excuse you very much. He actually loves the guy.

The most notable and only least favorite I will name is the most obviouss one; it's Clint's famous grudge.

John Walker // he hates this guy, even when this guy is on the "right" side and "doing good" he hates this guy; he may have said Freefall he feels bad for shooting him the back, but come on, Clint, with how may times you've fought John or attacked him off the cuff? This guy is his least favorite peron to be around on a team aand you will know it. He will try to get along, but he does not trust John, he will never respect him truly. They will not be friends or get along. He will tolerate at best if he ha ss to work with him. He is the least favoritee.

[allhailbrokeloose]

so uh.. ive watched a couple of series recently (actually not that recently but whatevs) which im most likely not gonna be obsessed with, but still i feel the urge to post my very important opinion somewhere. ⚠️its mostly not complimentary, so if you are a fan, dont read⚠️ ⚠️barely readable bc typing is fun, but editing is an actual job⚠️ ⚠️i violate italics⚠️ ⚠️not spoiler free ofc bc what do you think this is⚠️ ⚠️i bring up kp for no reason an unhealthy amount⚠️ and even skam one time. yeah i kno, im surprised too

the shows are big dragon, wednesday, and lita

there are three good things abt big dragon: 1) ost (heeey jeeeffff) 2) that one boob grab (you know the one) 3) isbanky (very cute and sings well). the rest imo is not good at all, but ig its ok for a bl (bc i have to say ive seen worse). ig im gonna need to read some fics bc i need 1) it to actually be hot and kinky 2) someone to explain me why would yai ever choose mangkorn aside from yin yang, red strings of fate, turtles and all the other animals. it also seems to me that lead actors have more chemistry outside of the series than in it, at least from what ive seen of them in the wild. afair there was sorta cliffhanger promising s02.. am i gonna watch it? you'll be surprised, but yes, isbanky is very much up my alley, im willing to suffer a little bit for a cute boy lol. but they seriously need to cut on the time freezing thing 🙄

wednesday.. oh where do i start.. my most prevailing thought was but.. but thats not.. thats not what being an outcast feels like.. i mean come on they gave her an unconditional punchbag of a best friend who is putting up with all her quirks no questions asked and willing to die for her, two (??!!! (and actually even more if you squint)) love interests, a high fashion dress (im like.. 🤦🏼‍♀️ i cant) and everyone else just generally look at her with admiration like she hanged the moon completely out of nowhere. i mean what is this? a mary sue fanfic? anyways i have to say that i really liked the first ep and i was very excited abt this series, but the more i watched the less i liked it.. the cast.. well i like original wednesday better and when i say original i mean 1991 movie (but not 1993 lol) and i mean christina ricci ofc.. catherine zeta jones is cool, but once again original morticia was better. i have no issues with gomez casting, but the best gomez was in the 60s b&w series. thing is rocking, zero complaints here. fester is almost there even tho its impossible to top christopher lloyd. and where is itt? did they gatekeep him for future seasons? the plot.. uh the plot is meh.. i only wanna say that i hate it when protagonists ancestor looks exactly like them bc its totally plausible and it just highlights how ruthless and pointless life really is lol. oh yeah oslo i had to pause and scream a long and loud NOOOOO during the kiss scene. its like idk so uncalled for do you guys have nothing sacred at all lol. otherwise i liked the music ofc Except dua lipa, i mean dgmw i listened to future nostalgia on repeat as much as the next girl, but its just not the song for this series im sorry.. they could have found a more suitable song with the same exact message.. anyways am i gonna watch next seasons? yes, but only out of respect for tim burton and the original franchise. i mean it wasnt terrible, it just wasnt what i wanted..

omg you guys the second cp in lita is like soooo gooood, so much better than the first one lol (i wonder if they do cp rivalry like we do in kp). which came as a surprise to me bc i started watching this series for the vegaspete bastard love child and unfortunately i was sorta disappointed.. dgmw hes very attractive and has unique facial features, but he cant pull off the ao3 alpha he was supposed to act out even next to one brain celled oblivious partner (no offence lol). idk maybe hes too young. or im just too old. ig its the latter bc i watched all four of them like they are an omega camp on roaming, ig im just not the target audience of this show 🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️. anyways imo the first cp was boring and i really didnt expect anything out of the series, but then second cp plot started and i literally lit up. they really do have chemistry inside and outside of the show, the acting is somewhat better, the only but for me is that the plot was unnecessarily too dark, especially after the mawkishness of the first half. i have to mention that i paralleled them with norhelm at some point which is so hilarious to me. in short i stan this cp but just in case they do individual stanning like we do in kp (meaning hating eo guts) then my bias is peat <333 one thing really squicked me - the author (was it a novel?) obv has a kink for infantilization and helplessness and sadly they put it in both plots and not as a prediscussed kink (which is ok), but as real life situations. its a huge yikes and a big no-no for me, but to each their own ig, im not gonna undust my moral compass for a bl. what else.. oh they should really stop with reusing footage bc im still seeing this fucking truck driving in my nightmares. and i didnt like the opening ost so much i had to skip it every time. well ig not everyone can afford an ost by slot machine or jeff satur 😏😏😏. oh yeah and the whole weather referencing was cute uwu

[mouwrites]

Creepypasta/MH - Walking With Them

Characters: Clockwork, Nina the Killer, Jeff the Killer, Eyeless Jack, Tim/Masky

Clockwork

She walks pretty slowly

She likes to take her time when walking

Not because she’s admiring her surroundings, no; those don’t really interest her

She’s actually lost in her own thoughts

She’ll be staring at the sky, one hand holding her other wrist behind her, walking languidly, smiling subtly when she thinks of something that pleases her

So if you like quiet, slow, scenic walks, she’s your gal

If you do try to make conversation, she’ll indulge you

She won’t pick up the pace though; now she’s walking slow to prolong the conversation

She likes to think through her answers, only voicing things that she’s chewed on thoroughly before speaking

I like to think that she’s a deep conversationalist like that

Of course, if you want to talk about something more lighthearted, she’s still game

But if you ask her to walk faster, that’s when she’ll shoot you a judging look

She’ll ask why, and if you have a good reason she will pick up the pace

Otherwise she’ll just be like “no” and proceed as if you’d never even asked

Nina the Killer

She is holding your hand. Or your arm. Or even just the hem of your shirt. Period.

Doesn’t matter if you’re just friends or dating, she likes to get touchy with people she likes

It’s just her way of feeling close to you

She’ll cling especially close if it’s cold out

She’ll probably chat idly as you guys walk, unless she’s listening to music

She always offers you an earbud when she does

You can expect 2000s pop, scene, and emo music

She’ll bob her head to the beat sometimes, and her smile will double if you join her

Whether you’re listening to music or not, she has a tendency to let her eyes wander while she walks

If she sees anything that catches her eye, she’ll point it out to you

Sometimes it’s someone’s haircut or outfit, sometimes it’s a squirrel, sometimes it’s a random pebble on the sidewalk… it could be anything

Plain old walking is so boring, she’s just trying to make it more interesting for herself

That being said, she doesn’t really try to walk quickly or anything

She’s usually able to entertain herself enough that she doesn’t feel the need to

But if you’re in a hurry she’ll keep up with whatever pace you set

Otherwise she prefers an average pace

Jeff the Killer

He’s either running or speed walking. No in between

He’s efficient like that; if he has somewhere to be, he’s not wasting time commuting

Murdering people has contributed to this habit

If you can’t keep up, he’ll grab your hand and drag you

Once you get too tired to run any more he just tells you how slow you are

Depending on the situation, he might just abandon you

He probably won’t if you’re close, but again, it really depends

If you ask him to stay with you he will, though he’ll grumble the whole time

Sometimes he does like a little scenic walk

This would be the only time that he deliberately walks “slow”

He’s naturally a fast walker, that’s why I’d say “slow” with heavy air quotes

This is also the only time that he won’t mind going a little slower for you

If you’re joining him on the walk, it’s because he wants you to, and he’s not going to leave you behind

You guys will probably link arms or hold hands, just to make sure you walk at the same speed, of course

Eyeless Jack

Another fast walker

He has long legs, plus he’s often in situations which he needs to get away quick

Unlike Jeff, if you can’t keep up, he’ll offer to give you a piggy back

He’s strong like that 💪 (despite his lanky frame)

Also unlike Jeff, he doesn’t really like scenic walks

He might go with you if you ask him, but he wouldn’t choose to go on his own

Being out in the open just feels risky to him, no matter how remote he is

He’d much rather stick to the indoors, or staying in one spot to hide

This ties back into his fast walking pace

If he needs to get somewhere, he’s getting there ASAP

And if he needs to carry you to keep you with him, so be it

He’s not abandoning you; he really prefers to know where you are

Especially when you’re supposed to be with him

Tim/Masky

Honestly pretty chill when it comes to walking

Unless you have somewhere to be, he’s fine matching your pace

He does have a tendency to get a little out of breath though, so he can’t keep up for very long if you’re running/jogging

Also, he doesn’t really like to be touching

Might talk, might not, depends on his mood

If he’s not feeling talkative, he’ll listen to you rant

He’ll give little signs that he’s listening, but won’t offer much in terms of lengthy responses

If neither of you want to talk, he’s also cool sharing music

He likes your playlist(s), and is weirdly cagey about his own

It’s not that he’s embarrassed about his music taste, he just doesn’t like to share

He also likes to walk in silence though

Especially if you’re somewhere nice and scenic

He’ll be looking around, a rare peaceful expression on his face

He might even try to grab your hand or lock your pinkies

As a walking enjoyer, this brought me great joy to compose :) hope y’all enjoyed it!! Take care honey bunches <33

[honey-dew-woo]

Can you write something where like the reader is a elementary school teacher and rooster comes talks to her class about airplanes or something??

I'd just like to say, before I post this- I love shit like this. I was trying to do my requests in order of when they were requested, but this one made me break the order. I love this so much! I hope you enjoy it! <3

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He's Your Husband?

"Good morning class!" I smiled, walking in with a tumbler, filled to the brim with coffee from the teacher's lounge.

"Good morning Ms. Bradshaw!" the chorus of twenty five and six year-olds rang back to me. I smiled to myself before placing my coffee on my desk.

I grinned as I turned back to my class. "Who knows what we're doing today?" I asked, opening my arms and placing a look of excitement in my eyes.

A few kids raise their hands. Liam, the sweet six year old who's desk was closest to the front smart board that I stood in front of wiggled in his seat as his hand raised, accompanied by an 'Oooh me! me!'. I chuckled, before pointing to him. "Yes, Liam?" 

"We're gonna learn about planes!" He cheered, moving his arms outward in a circular motion to mimic one of the planes. This elicited chuckles, from both me and his fellow peers. 

"But there is something else, why are these chairs by your desks?" I asked placing my hands in a 'why' matter, to get them to realize I was asking a question.

Brows furrowed around the room, as the kids noticed two chairs on either side of their desk groups of 4. Emma, a very cute and smaller than most of her classmates, raised her hands. "Yes, Emma?" I asked, crossing my arms as I smiled at the small ginger haired girl.

"These are our big buddy desks! Are our big buddies coming?" She asked, smiling up as she bounced in her chair with excitement, her formerly raised hand coming back down to her side.

My smile could only grow wider, out of either admiring how cute she was or how proud I was for her noticing. "They are!" I smiled as the class roared in cheers. I checked my watch to view the time.

"Are our big buddies going to learn about planes with us?" Noah, a blonde boy in the back asked.  "They sure are!" I confirmed, as I walked over to my desk, to check my phone. 'On the way.' I read the text from Mr. Brooks. I pursed my lips as I read the text. I disliked Mr. Brooks. Despite being a married woman who proudly wears her wedding ring, he seems absolutely determined to convince me to go on a date with him. The only reason I can stand to put up with him is so that my kids can see their big buddies, who are all partnered with Mr. Brooks' class.

I leaned backwards against the back of my desk as my class talked amongst themselves. A knock on the door only caused them to get louder. I smiled at them, winking as I walked over to the wooden door. I opened it to find Mr. Brooks and his fifth grade place. Placing a polite small on my face,  I waved at the kids. "Hello 5th Graders!" I smiled as they all were bouncing in their line with excitement.

"Hi Ms. Bradshaw!" They rang back as I laughed.

"Alrighty guys, what do we remember about playing with our little buddies today?" Mr Brooks addressed his class. 

"To be nice, and polite, and learn about planes!" They all exclaimed together in sync causing me to laugh as I opened the door wider, motioning for them to go inside. The older kids rushed into the classroom, finding their buddies and sitting down at the assigned seats with little name cards on them. 

Tim followed his class inside, and I sat on the back wall of my class, closest to the door. It was a cabinet wall, with sinks aligned and storage on the top and bottom with a small opening for the counters, atop which I sat. The man stood next to me, and checked his watch. "I mean it's the navy, aren't they supposed to be on time?" He complained, jokingly to me.

I could only hold back as I checked my phone before responding, "They still have five minutes, Tim. Let loose a little." I joked, as he scoffed, muttering something along the lines of 'this is why the army is better'. 

I rolled my eyes and then heard a knock at the door. All of the kids in class turned towards me as I hopped down from the counter, placing my hands out and a surprised look on my face. "I wonder who that could be?" I asked the class, who seemingly got even more excited. 

I walked over to the door, opening it to see my husband, who somehow managed to always put an immense grin on my face. "Hey there, Ms. Bradshaw. I heard you got a classroom full of kids ready to learn about planes." He spoke loudly, for the class to overhear. 

I could only laugh before opening the door wider for him to enter, a navy backpack hoisted over his shoulders as another pilot filed in after him. Tim went with Bradley to address the class as another pilot slipped in the door. 

Her jett black haired was gelled back into a bun as she greeted me. "Hi, I'm Natasha." She smiled, her hand outstretched for a handshake.

"Y/N Bradshaw, I'm Bradley's wife." I exclaimed, shaking her hand as she looked shock.

She huffed, looking at the man in the front of the classroom, who was energetically explaining the difference between the Navy and the Army, before moving on to the planes and why he wasn't in the air force. " Really? Rooster managed to bag you?" She joked, causing me to give a small chuckle.

"Yeah. Somehow. What's your callsign if you don't mind me asking?" I smiled, watching Bradley entertain the class.

 "Not at all, it's-" 

"And this here is my friend, Phoenix! She drives a plane that seats two people!" Bradley interrupted, motioning towards the girl while holding up two fingers. She mouthed a 'sorry' at me, and I winked back as she moved to the front of the class to help explain the difference between planes that seat one person versus planes that seat two.

I smiled as I sat back on the counter, admiring Bradley as he pulled out a model plane to pass around. Tim moved back around the class, after realizing he would not be very useful in giving the plane demonstration. "So, Y/N-" He turned towards me, leaning his back on the countertop next to me. 

I sighed, closing my eyes as I briefly mentally prepared myself. "You ask every time Tim, and every time my answer is no." I flat out spoke, laying down the lines.

He looked at me confused and slightly angry before countering, "Well, I'm here a lot more than your husband. I mean, where even is he? You never talk about him." He argued, before both of us were snapped out of it by hearing Bradley calling on a student.

"Yes, and what's your name?" Rooster smiled, pointing at the small ginger haired girl.

"My name is Emma! If what you do is super duper dangerous, isn't your wife worried about you?" She smiled up at him, looking slightly confused as she asked her question.

Bradley thought for a minute, putting a goofy face on and looking upwards before responding. "Thank you Emma, and yes, my wife is super duper worried about me all of the time. But luckily she believes in me." He spoke, looking towards me and winking mid sentence. 

I crossed my arms, smiling and shaking my head as another little boy, one of the fifth graders I barely knew raised his hand. "Yes?" Rooster responded, pointing at him.

"Why'd you wink at Ms. Bradshaw when you were talking about your wife?" He asked, confused and looing at him as if he was very weird.  My face went bright red as I struggled to keep my smile on my face as most of the kids muttered 'yeah!' in agreement.

Bradley smiled a little more, his eyes going wide in almost an 'oh shit' way. He looked like he was a deer caught in headlights as he looked to me, in a 'save me' kind of way.  "Alright guys, who wants to see a video of us flying the planes?" Phoenix clapped, motioning her hands outward, effectively changing the subjects as all of the kids cheered and Natasha started pulling it up on the computer attached to the smart board. Tim went to turn off the lights before returning.

Bradley took this time to slip away to the back to where me and Mr. Brooks were. I smiled at him as he walked up, winking at him as I noticed Tim tense up, almost making himself bigger as Rooster approached.

"Well that was fun." He smiled as he stood next to us. "I'm Bradley, by the way, my callsign is Rooster." He smiled, outstretching his arm and hand to shake Tim's.

Tim looked at him judgmentally, almost hesitant to shake his hand before doing so. "Tim Brooks." He nodded, an almost smile on his face.

I was torn away from the awkward conversation as Emma came running up to me. "Ms. Bradshaw, I'm sorry to interrupt." she apologized, looking up at me from where I was sitting on the counter.

"It's okay sweetie, what do you need?" I asked, a warm smile on my face as I looked down at the little girl.

"Can I use the restroom?" She asked, as I quirked a brow, tilting my head at her pointedly. She looked confused for a second before it dawned on her, her mouth forming a small 'o' before rephrasing. "May I use the restroom?" She nodded, smiling upwardly, abundantly proud of herself.

"Yes you may." I smiled at her, before turning to Rooster.

"Bradley can you hand her the bathroom pass? It's the red plastic rectangle on the hook next to the door." I nodded towards the door, where the bathroom pass hung from it's hook.

The small child followed Bradley to the door, where he took it off the rack and handed it to her. "Here ya go little lady." 

He smiled, his heart almost melting as she gave him a hug on his leg. "Thank you!" She said before opening the door and going to the restroom down the hall. Bradley walked back over, his mouth slightly ajar in shock as his eyes held nothing but happiness.

This goofball- "That was adorable." He whispered, causing me to laugh as Tim muttered something about 'just working with kids'. "But speaking of the restroom, where is the adult one?" He asked, looking at the two of us.

"It's down the hall. On the right." Tim responded, before gluing his eyes back to the screen that showed planes doing certain things as Phoenix paused every now and then to explain what the maneuver was called. 

"You need a key, here I'll take you." I smiled, hopping back off of the counter before walking over the door, Bradley following hot on my heels. I sighed as I closed the door behind us to the classroom, as Bradley grabbed my hand.

"I don't like that guy." He expressed, as we held hands while walking down the hallway.

I smiled, looking back at him before responding, "Me either." I winked at him, as he stopped in his tracks, causing me to jerk back as we were still holding hands. "What?" I asked confused, but a smile still on my face as I looked at my favorite person in the world.

"Why don't we let him know?" He asked, a smirk on his face as I noticed the aviators that clung to the collar of his shirt.

"Let him know what?" I quirked an eyebrow as his hands grabbed my waist, pulling me closer. I giggled as I threw my arms over his shoulders.

"That you're my wife." He smiled, pressing a kiss to my lips, eliciting a fit of laughter from me. 

"Okay, Lieutenant. Stop skipping class and got potty." I smirked up at him before laughing as he pulled back, a goofy look of shock on his face.

"How dare you Ms. Bradshaw, I am an excellent student." He pointed his finger at me, seriously before smiling and laughing as well as I unlocked the door for him. 

About five minutes later we were both back in the classroom, and the video of the planes had finished. "Alright guys, well we're glad you had so much fun today!" Phoenix smiled before the class as Rooster stood next to him.

I stood to the side, sitting at the stand that held the video of the planes, as I watched the two naval aviators before me.

"But, unfortunately it is time for us to leave. Is there any last questions?" Rooster continued, as only one hand raised, Liam. Bradley pointed to the boy.

"What's your name? I know your callsign is Rooster, but what can we call you?" He asked, tilting his head as he indicated his confusion.

Rooster smiled, glancing at me before responding. "My name is Bradley Bradshaw. I'm a Lieutenant. So you can call me Lieutenant Bradshaw. Or just Rooster is fine." He smiled, as the class seemed to get even more confused.

"Like Ms. Bradshaw?" He asked, clarifying.

Bradley nodded, "Exactly like Ms. Bradshaw." He responded, a goofy smirk on his face as he addressed the kid, and then Emma raised her hand.

"Yes, Emma?" He asked, nodding to the ginger girl. 

"Is that why you and Ms Bradshaw were kissing in the hallway? Are you married?" She teased, smiling up at him as she bounced in her seat. 

Bradley hesitated, a caught look on his face as he smiled. "Yes, Emma. I'm Ms. Bradshaw's husband." he revealed, causing the class to go wild and jaws dropped. Oh god. They're never gonna let me live this down.

Tim turned to me, brows furrowed in confusion as he looked mad. "He's your husband?" He seethed, as I could only stare the naval aviator who waved his goodbyes as the bell ringed for the class to go to carpool. The kids filed out as Rooster and Phoenix waved and high fived goodbye.

"Yes. Yes, he is." I smiled, not even bothering to look over as Mr. Brooks huffed and rolled his eyes, muttering things to himself as he stormed out of the classroom. 

"Well, that was fun. Please invite us back any time." Phoenix smiled, as she packed up her gear. "Also, Rooster you can totally ride back with her to the base if you want, I can take my car back solo." She offered, smirking at the two of us.

"Thanks, Phoenix." I nodded as she gave a mock salute before heading out the door, the Navy gear backpack on her shoulders as she walked out the door.

Bradley sat at one of the desks, a look of admiration in his eyes as I packed up at my desk. "What?" I ask, looking at him, quirking an eyebrow.

He smiled at me, placing puppy dog eyes on his face before responding. "Can we have kids now?"

[lacrimosathedark]

How I deal with Roy Harper stuff is absolute chaos.

I ship him with Jason Todd. I don’t mind the idea of him dating Kori at some point.

I fucking hate RHATO. It’s so bad for all of their characters. It makes Kori the “born sexy yesterday” alien girl instead of the extremely emotional girl full of love and conviction that she is. It reverts Roy back so much and makes him just this side of a piece of shit. And Jason is made into Edgey Protagonist Boy. It’s awful for all of them. Also Scott Lobdel is a creep and he sucks.

Is that where nearly all canon JayRoy implications are? Yes. Do I ignore most of the details of that entire series and only apply it to my personal canon in vague broad strokes? Also yes.

Despite there being no implications of JayRoy before this, I love them together for the sheer potential.

This is not for one to be a morality pet for the other. Roy isn’t there to make Jason look smart. Sure, he’s a dumbass, but he’s also almost as much a genius as Jason is, Jason just had a million more teachers and way less chill. He’s not there just to make Jason feel better about himself. As much as Jason adores him, he still barely let him in, and kept trying to push him away because he was too good. Jason also isn’t there to be Roy’s sobriety crutch. Roy doesn’t need a goddamn sobriety crutch. And if he does, Jason can help (god he fucking should) but his sobriety crutches are Dinah and Waylon, and they just helped him through the worst of it. He can handle shit on his own.

I want Roy to say “fuck that, you’re not the bad guy” not because Roy is an “outlaw” for no rational reason (because he’s not, he’s a hero and never was he not). I want him to say it because he knew the bright bubbly kid who was there when he found out he was a father. The little boy who helped Donna (who Roy also loves) when she was carrying too much and not enough and needed that support. I want him to do it because he knows some of who Jason killed and why. I want him to express that he understands why Jason killed and doesn’t judge him even though he doesn’t kill people anymore (because I think he did as a government agent? and he sure af wanted to after Lian died). I want him to tell Jason just how awful he thinks he himself is, and that Jason is not some monster tainting him with his mere presence. I want him to force Jason to recognize that just because he’s close to Dick too doesn‘t mean he prefers one of them over the other, that the relationships are different and both precious to him and he doesn’t value Dick over Jason or vice versa (because Dick was Roy’s best friend sorta (I mean so were Wally and Donna but like...???) and they need to still be besties instead of trading out one Bat for another) because he feels like people are always choosing his siblings, Dick and Tim especially, over him.

I want Jason to have this unbelievable pride and admiration and fear and hope with Roy, seeing how he got over addiction and spent so much time trying to help others through it, when Jason lost his mother to it. I want him to be able to pull Roy away from the Titans when they stress him out so he’s just not alone (not because he needs someone, but Roy is inherently social and has always done better when people are there for him). I want Jason to help Roy find his daughter. I want Jason to know the child that has become a scrappy Gotham street kid and platonically fall in love with her, love her nearly as much as Roy does because he just can’t help it because Lian is just that wonderful and everyone who’s ever met her adores her and Jason has always had a soft spot for kids (who aren’t wearing Robin outfits). I want him to feel a connection with Lian over their similar and different childhoods, and how much they care about Roy. I want Jason to recognize just how brilliant both Roy and Lian are and actually say how impressed he is just because he can and Roy tbh probably needed the ego boost. I want Jason to have people he can rely on with relative fucking stability because fuck if he can get that from his family. Maybe the Batgirls, but they each prioritize other Robins over him (Babs for Dick, Steph for Tim, Cass also for Tim, or Steph if you wanna count her in this example).

Nearly everything I love about Roy Harper (mostly aside from his design, I like his new styles if you ignore the hat) comes from Pre-Flashpoint stuff. His volunteer work for people struggling with addiction. When he was in Ireland for a while and helped these kids who’d been recently orphaned and making sure they got to a good home when everything was resolved. That time he was essentially a temp PI and worked a case during the fucking AIDs crisis and showed fucking empathy for people and didn’t get bothered when that made people accuse him of being gay (in contrast to Titans Academy where he repeatedly misgenders a nonbinary student boy you are culturally Navajo were there no Two Spirit people there?). His intimately trusting friendship with Dick where they’d do almost anything for each other no questions asked. All of the things he did as a father because god, did the man love his daughter. Pre-Flashpoint Roy is the one I love, and I sprinkle his newer material in very sparingly and carefully.

Jason Todd was all over the fucking place even before Flashpoint so he’s just a mess.

But I see potential for them. Not for most of what’s already written, but what could be.

(Also this does not mean I want their other love interests brushed aside; I want them resolved and befriended. Donna for Roy and Artemis for Jason. Maybe also Kori and Isabel respectively. Fuck Cheshire tho didn’t even tell Roy Lian was alive. Bitch. But damn do I want Artemis back. Also Dog. Give Jason Dog back.)