#hi babs ive heard so much about you ^-^

[accultant]

" Say, Iyoghurt, what's with you and Puck ? Do you know each other ?? "

// I am... so sorry Iago...

Iyoghurt? Iyoghurt?

Iago stares at her unblinkingly for a while before they finally break, faking a small gasp and gesturing to themselves, "Oh, me? You're talking to me? Iago? Ee-Ah-Go? Apologies, Babette, I couldn't tell considering how brutally you butchered the name. Or perhaps that was a sneeze?"

They wave their hand dismissively to (hopefully) brush that little nickname into oblivion before they actually answer her. "I have never seen him before in my life," they say, deadpan, as they continue to brush the hair of their brother sitting criss-cross in front of them. His tail softly thumps against Iago's leg, content. His eyes are even closed when they lean to the side, pretending to look at him curiously, "He must be some kind of lost pup. Or maybe a leech."

They amuse themselves with the irony of such accusation, considering they are the one who decided to chase this little gaggle of adventurers across the Sword Coast all the way back to Baldur's Gate again. They're definitely more likely the leech in this scenario.

"We're twins, if you'll believe it," they answer truthfully after a moment, softening their tone, remembering they're supposed to be nicer. Friendly. Especially since Puck seems to be absolutely smitten with this seamstress. "Couldn't you tell?"

[roobylavender]

you mightve talked about this before im not sure, i know youve for sure talked about how dick gradually over the years becomes bruce Jr. to the point of absorbing his most important character traits [ie. how they wouldve treated jason post-homicidal hooliganry] but i also question if its the opposite with babs where some of her traits are being attributed to him, im mainly thinking of batman now being associated with no privacy, keeping tabs on the city and his allies to an invasive extent, where i wonder if that should be more commonly associated with her instead? i admit i havent read much of oracle but im very intrigued with what ive heard of her maybe dubious actions. this may be nothing, but what do you think?

i still haven't read much oracle content either (sadly! there are so many characters i want to continue to brush up on but i rarely have the time anymore to read anything not in the form of an audio book) but i think if we're at least talking about this in the context of the morrison run in particular that stemmed more from their own association of batman with hypervigilance and militancy..? albeit it's likely barbara's existence did somewhat contribute to that in the first place bc aside from the weaponry she was at the center of a peak in bruce's surveillance methods where they'd been sort of amorphous before. i'm reminded of the birth of the demon and how bruce simply happens to know via the bat-computer where all of the remaining lazarus pits are. it's barely touched on and simply taken on its face but with barbara there were obv more opportunities to expand on the access and how she came to it and how that in turn factored into her partnership with bruce. so maybe the development of the hypervigilance is in some aspect connected to the development of her friendship with him. i'm also curious how the political environment at the time may have factored into things as well. we're more than aware 9/11 was an omnipresence in the national groupthink at the time and while i don't remember morrison's words wrt their approach to bruce verbatim i do think their commentary on bruce was by extension a real-world commentary as well (so like they were using bruce as a stand-in for real-life hypervigilance and militancy)

[carelessflower]

just a snippet (part of a fic)

"Dinner is ready." Alec called put, as he picked up Max from the highchair. Food staining his face.

"I'll get you all cleaned up and ready for bed." Alec said to no one in particular. He started washing Max's hands as Magnus walked into the kitchen, stretching.

"Finished work?" Alec said, Magnus kissed his boyfriend and son. "Yeah. I"ll put him to bed." Max giggled, as his papa picked up, tickling him, and placed him in the cot, with his toy.

"Is he alseep?"

"He is lying there, yawning."

"I'll go, have some food." Alec said, handing him the plate, as he walked into Max's room.

Magnus smiled to himself, as he served himself a plate of spagetti and mince meat, that Alec made himself, calling it a "lightwood speciality."

He sat on the coach, Alec walking out, holding Max.

"You could'nt get him to asleep then?"

"Ive tried, but he still half awake." Max was sitting in his dad's lap, playing with his stegosuarus. He let out a little roar, as Alec rubbed his back.

A knock on the door intrupted the family.

"Who could that be?" Alec said, looking at Magnus.

"Ill get it." Magnus said, grabbing a baseball bat, to which Alec rolled his eyes at.

"Could be a burglar?"

"A burglar who knocks?"

The knock came again, as Magnus slowly opened the door, a tall, pale, black haired man was standing there.

"Hey, you're going to let me in?"

Magnus opened the door fully, as the taller male stepped in, looking around, before turning his attention to Magnus, who hugged him.

"You should have called and said you were coming?" Magnus smiled, hugging him. Alec stood up, placing Max on the couch, who was watching the man with a cuirious look.

"And miss supersing you?" He ruffled Magnus's hair, as the man turned to Alec and gave him a small smile.

"Oh Alec this is my uncle Lucifer, and Luci, this is my boyfriend Alexander." Alec smiled, as Magnus closed the door behind him, and Magnus led his uncle to the couch.

"Tea or coffee?"

"Black coffee please, two sugars."

Max was still watching, the man.

"Oh this is Max, he is our son, Max this is your great uncle Luci?"

Max was still watching him

Max looked at his papa, before turning his attention to his dinosaur.

Alec returned, putting the coffee and lalte of biscutis. down in front of the male, and sitting besides Max.

"So the name Lucifer?" Magnus gave Alec a look, that read, really? Did you really say that?

"My dad named me, my twin brother Michael had the better name choice. But ive never chsnged it." Luci said.

"So what are you doing here?" Magnus said, who sat next to Alec.

Lucifer looked at the couple.

"Its about your dad." Alec noticed how Magnus flinched.

"What about him?"

"Tia left new york, ol heard ds happened, uls tia gnay anything oi capimao?" (He left new york, I heard what happened, did he do anything this time?)

Lucifer said speaking directly to Magnus.

"Tia uls cor stuff, cirp if tia left new york, da i ah chance tia may noan zacam." (He did some stuff, but if he left New York, there is a chance he may come back) Magnus repsonded, ignoring the confused look coming from Alec.

Lucifer nodded, holding the mug of coffee, and taking a sip.

"Ol gnay ge om marb ar though, tia niis zacam i bab? however, ar i ge a reason ol zir kures, tia told ol de atraah oi de g?" (I do not know about that though, him coming back is possible? However, that is not the reason I am here, he told me to give this to you?)

Lucifer took an brown evelope out, out from his coat pocked and handing it over to Magnus.

Magnus took it and opened it, reavling a cheque.

"He is giving us that much." Alec said, looking at the number.

"Well yeah."

"Why?"

"Ol gnay ge om marb ar. Tia i currently residing g oxford. If tia i niis zacam de new york, ol trian inform g. Dont worry magnus" (I do not know about that. He is currently residing in Oxford. If he is coming back to New York, I will inform you. Dont worry Magnus)

Magnus nodded,

"I should go, need to check on my other sibiling. See you in the morning." Lucifer said, sitting up, as Magnus nodded.

Lucifer left.

"Okay. First, what language was that? Second. Why has your dad given you that much money?"

"He was speaking Enochian. And I dont know the answer that. He cant just give us money."

"Enochain?"

"A langauge that a group of people speak that belong to a specific country. Your focusing on the wrong part."

"I know. But he is no longer a threat? Your dad?"

"No."

Alec nodded, picking up Max, who was falling asleep on the couch.

"Ds gnay g gil lrasd ol dad?" (What do you want from me dad?)

Magnus mubbled, placing the cheqe on the table.

what luci doing here he better not harm a single hair on my bois head

[bloodiedbrain]

after a conversation with some new friends did i realize you truly are a piece of shit. i wish i could simply feel apathy for you instead of that addicting longing of needing you by my side. codependent, groomed, and mentally ill. you molded me to be like you, i realize. just as i began to mold you later on.

was it subconscious revenge? i don't know.

i thought you were the exception, everyone knew we were in love but did they know what happened behind closed doors? no. because i stayed silent and to those who worried i comforted. you felt uncomfortable in those times, yet you continued.

you showed me that horrendous game, you touched my body, i showed you my body, you made me show you my body, you only wanted me as a doll. you wanted to latch on to me and use me for yourself.

that plush you got from BAB is honestly the best metaphor of how much ive been used. im now flat and my heads falling off.

i was happy, thriving, full and everything before you came. and now? im struggling, trying to find me and trying to get rid of the impulses in my head.

you ran off, you told people your story, how much of that is true? oh, your boyfriend became toxic! how come when he was so perfect before?

well, your boyfriend was 14 when you started dating. you had sex with him then too and rped with him about dirty things. you showed him pornography. you got him to like disgusting things. you CHEATED ON HIM IN HIS SLEEP AND HEARD IT FINISH WHEN HE WOKE UP.

do you fucking tell people that? instead of cowering like a pussy behind your screen hiding away thinking you can get away with this?

im thinking, im itching. ill ruin your years as you've ruined mine. i gave you so much and yet you never tried for me. fuck you. im learning to hate you instead of miss you. fuck. you.

i hope there comes a day where i learn to be happy with myself without thinking of you.

[arobinwithoutbatman]

As much as he didn't want to walk away from Dick in case he woke up again, Tim immediately went to the spare comm units to get a hold of Jason.

"Hood? Come in. Yes I can hear you're busy. Yeah well you can still listen while doing whatever it is you're doing right now and be glad I'm not saying what I think it is out loud cause Oracle is within earshot and she's about ready to hand us our behinds on a silver platter." He rolled his eyes. "Dick woke up. Not for long. Tried to rip his IV out. Because I thought you'd appreciate the update!" He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "He didn't stop until he heard me, actually. He didn't listen to Babs, he just about listened to me so just in case he tries again and actually has the strength to do something about it this time, we need you home. ASAP preferably. I will put Alfred on, don't test me right now. See you soon."

Message delivered. Hopefully the bonehead would be home soon. That done, he grabbed himself some water and returned to Dick's side to watch over him. Give Babs a break and some support just in case he woke up again. He should... probably grab a snack. He wasn't hungry.

Tim folded his arms and sulked. "I wasn't actually gonna go scare him. Just thinking about it."

He wouldn't break Bruce's rules. They were there for a reason and Tim was at least self aware enough to know that too much power would absolutely go to his head. Well... that and a conversation with another version of himself from his multiverse journies that he still hadn't told the others about but that was neither here nor there. But he was allowed to be mad! This wasn't dusty creepy Drake Manor where everything was kept under wraps! He was allowed to be mad here! His family, this family, let him be joyous and upset and furious. He was about to argue his case when he heard movement and broken murmurings.

Dick.

Oh Jesus, Dick wasn't aware enough to realise he was home and safe.

"Wait no no no no no! Dickie!" He was back at Dick's side in a flash, trying to push him back down and keep his hands away from the IV. "You're okay, you're home. We found you."

It felt wrong that it took so little strength to hold Dick down or even provide resistance. Tim wasn't the physically strongest of them, his strength was his speed and dexterity. Four days shouldn't have done this to him... whatever Jason learned while out and about, he wanted to hear about it. Might even be tempted to take a walk on the wild side with his older brother for a short stint.

[ectonurites]

What are your opinions on Teen titans

'Teen Titans' is very broad. lots of things that could refer to, so i'll give my opinions on all the possible ones i can think of:

Vol. 1 / Silver Age - i have read like 3 total comics from that era but love the vibes tbh

1967 Filmation shorts - THESE ARE SO FUNNY PLS WATCH THEM!!! they're like on youtube. theres so much going on

The New Teen Titans (80s) - i still need to actually read this run start to finish not just in random chunks when the mood strikes/i have a specific question im trying to answer but like, iconic

Vol. 2 (90s) - i forgot this one existed until i was just looking at all the different possible teen titans things to talk about. so. i think that says my thoughts about that

2003 Cartoon - i grew up on this one babey (like i remember watching it as new episodes came out and everything) its always gonna hold a special place in my heart and tbh was one of my first introductions to superhero stuff in general

New Teen Titans shorts - these were so cute. the who is red x one where gar insists its jason... iconic

Vol. 3 (2003) - Geoff Johns face my wrath for what you did to the core four. but um. a WILD ride from start to finish i can tell you that!!!! i shit talk this comic a lot but like it does definitely have its moments and there are some cool and interesting things it did, it just also showed a blatant disregard for previous characterization of four of its main characters which annoys the shit out of me and always will.

Tiny Titans - SHOWSTOPPING. LEGENDARY. THE ONLY COMIC EVER

Teen Titans Go! - im going to be so real with you i understand why so many ppl hate this show but its actually so fucking funny to me. i dont regularly watch it or anything but like. it is so amusing to me. every time i remember the urn marked 'Robin II' displayed next to a crowbar i lose MY MIND. or the 'NOBODY CARES ABOUT TIIIIM DRAKE'.

Vol. 4 (2011/New 52) - this comic caused me physical pain to read. nothing makes sense. none of the characters are themselves. shit is just a mess, an absolute mess. however Bunker? Miguel? I love him. best thing to come out of this damn comic.

Teen Titans Go! To The Movies - go watch this right fucking now if you haven't seen it. its literally so good even most ppl who hate ttg still will admit its good. my friend recently reminded me that when we saw it in theaters there was a part that made me laugh so hard i literally fell out of my chair

Vol. 5 (2014/Still New 52) - this one is also really bad but at least its kinda funny. definitely more pleasant to read than Vol. 4 but like its still not good or pleasant to read, i just mean that like, in comparison. the last two issues i actually genuinely like tbh (bc #23 is a standalone like, just nice team story, and then #24 is a memorial for Tim after he 'died' in Rebirth)

Justice League vs Teen Titans movie - the dcamu is a fucking fever dream but like the concept of max from wizards of waverly place voicing jaime while violet from american horror story voices raven amused me so much. also the FUCKIN UHHH MAGICAL GIRL-ESQUE TRANSFORMATION SCENE WITH DAMIAN THEN JUST TRYING TO BREAK INTO THE CAR FOR HIS SWORD IS SO FUCKING FUNNY

Teen Titans: Judas Contract movie - its the judas contract. it is what it is.

Vol. 6 (Rebirth) - i have not read too much of this one (like. ive read... chunks of it but not the whole thing) but eh. i've heard bad things about later parts of it especially and from what i've read that seems to... line up.

Titans TV show - a hot mess. superhero riverdale. i binged the first two seasons within 48 hours. very nice costumes and mostly very well cast but the writing makes me die

Tween Titans - in that one episode of dc superhero girls. im just obsessed with Dick having the thick jersey accent its so fucking funny

Teen Titans Academy - I really was not vibing with it early on but as we've actually gotten to focus on the new kids more i've liked it more, but overall its just way too bloated of a cast. having the new characters students, the previous team older students, and then the og titans as teachers is just... too much to focus on in one book. then also did not like the attempt at dick/babs/kory love triangle drama in like issue 2 get tht shit outta here

and if u meant more just the team overall like. i think the titans are cool

[batarangsoundsdumb]

hae interrogationes multae respondeant quia demens .

if you read this entire ask post you deserve a gold star and financial recompensation

Um, Obviously because when you’re adopted by a white guy you automatically become white duhhh

this is about this post lmao and yeah youre absolutely right, you have to hand your poc card in when you get adopted by a white guy.

Do you think Cass would listen to Yanni, the YouTube channel epic symphonic rock, or some other stuff? There's some cool mashups but idk if that's up your alley, I kinda feel like I'm pushing it with my weird taste of music by recommending an orchestra cover of metal, but i just love that sort of thing and mashups :P @harvestyourcherries 

i haven’t heard of that? but in my personal (correct) opinion steph listens to classical music, and then both modern and older, and then also stuff like black sabbath, iron maiden, but also hardrock and hardcore. i like the idea of cass just liking the most extreme screaming songs full of noise and then also listen to pachelbel’s 370th sonata yanno? THANK YOU for the rec tho

speaking of ur cass playlist hc...reminds of the time (yesterday) i found 2 playlists randomly on spotify from the same user. one was abt 3 hours of instrumental/classical "dark" & "nostalgic" music. the other almost 11 hours of nothing but hardcore bass/synth/electronic music. just an incredible tightrope act to put on in public. the synth one was also called like "psalms for synth sluts" which is Also incredible

tbh i LOVE synth SO MUCH like for no reason at all but then also cannot handle a poppy electronic beat lmao. but this seems like the kinda thing i’d do but just in one (1) playlist bc i just sort songs by vibe instead of genre? that’s how i end up with britney spears and billy ray cyrus in the same playlist. 

Oh, I want Kate Kane playlist next! It would be amazing if you could do one when you have time and will 🙏

how rude would it be of me to just say no? like sorry kate but idk you and also you seem way too keen on the us military for an institution that homophobically targeted you? (and also commits war crimes) but let’s unpack the fact that the institution that caused the death of your mom and sister and also got you blacklisted for being gay is still one you align with???

'yes i am' 'no you're not' 'yes i am' 'no you're not' 'yes i am' 'no you're not' 'yes i am' 'no you're not' 'yes i am' 'no you're not' 'yes i am' 'no you're not' --- when i tell you i fucking screamed LOL!!!!!!! i can imagine the cameraman not knowing if he should cut to commercial or keep it on these two weirdos fighting on stage (bruce definitely ruffled dick's hair/noogied him right?? 

about this post but yeah lmao. this cameraman just turns to like the audience to get a reaction and it’s just multiple moments of CLEAR shock.

you are the only funny person on this hellsite

how egotistical is it for me to say that i get this ask multiple times a month? bc it literally happens so often it’s hilarious to me.

Wish there was more john/Bruce content 😔😔😔 was so hungry I actually looked at canon media 😔😔😔 (Justice League Dark babeeeyyyyyy)

check out batman: damned for some mediocre content but at least it’s john/bruce (also very interesting story and stuff, just got very >:( over this weird part where harley quinn tried to r*pe bruce or something? it’s not for everyone)

dick grayson but he's nicki minaj

his anaconda don’t want none,,, unless...... 

Dick Grayson was never a cop, he played Marshall on Paw Patrol

you are SO right. also paw patrol is a fucking good show idc. that shit could’ve been the new steven universe on this hellsite.

https://www.instagram.com/p/CS1lI0bLI7-/?utm_medium=copy_link

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why do people keep reposting my CONTENT. if you are not funny yourself don’t just grab shit off of tumblr and post it on insta,,, get a life. sidenote: should i start an insta and get all these ppl to take my content down that would be funny as hell.

Might I suggest for a Gotham City Meme: something about the true crime fandom thirsting for the rogues gallery

ok can i just say something slightly controversial?? no? i don’t find true crime ppl who are into criminals funny, that shits disturbing irl im not gonna bring that into my very chill universe.

i may have never seen a 'jason cleaning guns in sink' fic but i do know he WOULD

THANK YOU

bestie im sorry to say this to you but while you can, and people do wash their guns in the sink, that is a lot of lead in a very vital part of the kitchen.

people tend to do it in the bathtub.

WHY???? like damn why do you even have guns

i dont think i read many gun sink fics exactly but i have read lots of fics where jason cleanes his guns in the living room. usualy dissembles them and cleans them with a rag i think

lmao fair enough, like i think that’s a large part of what i remember as well.

if you say you've seen/read gun sink fics I believe you. I think those of us who didn't see them are lucky or maybe didn't search for fics by tags or something idk

i mean ive never sought them out but i HAVE seen them,, like definitely i know almost for certain.

saw your tags and I'm interested in Steph/Kara now. They would be the most chaotic couple <3

literally thoooo, i have a wip where they get together in a zombie apocalypse and like UGGGHhhh i am so in love with them.

I am the Breece anon. Thanks for the recommendation; am reading now. I’ve always been a hardcore Superman fan because I love my pure himbo farm boy. My logic is, if one Bruce is a Broose, then multiple Broose are a herd of Breece. And this is a hill upon which I will perish.

fair enough,,,, like moose, meese, goose, geese, bruce, breece. i get your logic and i stand by it as well. (glad you enjoyed the comic recs!!!!)

It's a beautiful day in Gotham, and you are a group of horrible Breece

OH my god dude lmao

there only being 42 fics on ao3 for tim and bernard is honestly so sad i need more

it’s like twice that now!!! we did it lads. (tho very sad that my fic isnt number one but like number 4 :((((  )

i'm too late you already did the poll lol but may i suggest bethy (bernard + timothy)

shit dude that wouldve been so fucking funnyyyyy. think ppl have just stuck to timber tho, tim/bernard kinda died down recently and i think it’s too bad, they’re a great couple and i love them.

Wait, hear me out

Bernothy @redlightofdawn

great recommendation (lmao this ask is from like a month ago) but very sorry to announce that NARDTH is the superior shipname

Wait, we know that bernard likes milfs (Tim's step-mom) but what about dilfs? gilfs?

Wait no, I regret sending that ask

these were two seperate asks and they’re HILARIOUS. in my personal opinion tho,,, milfs, gilfs, dilfs are just about vibes and bernard is just attracted to sexy ppl who may sometimes be milfs, dilfs, or EVEN gilfs.

crime in bludhaven would drop to half if nightwing had a boob window. in this essay i will-

WHERE’S THE ESSAY ANON, WHERE’S THE FUCKING ESSAY

Wait if Barbra and Tim r at opposite ends at all times what happened to Barbra once everyone’s Tim’s ever love before started dying lol

she won a lottery ticket and spent 2 weeks on a resort in the bahamas before returning home and finding out that the joker was arrested for tax evasion and then spent a month staying at her big tiddie goth girlfriend’s house before conner came back to life and she broke her pinkie playing table hockey.

Why is the opposite end thing so funny and compelling to me. Tim comes back from his depression quest for Bruce and Babs is now a literal god

lmao when tim loses his spleen barbara reaches nirvana.

Are you still taking music recs because I have three songs that remind me of Jason that I think you'd like

send to me or lose a toe

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thanks, i wont tho on account of i wont.

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMduBy3Sr/

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This is the whole of Blüdhaven and everyone anywhere.

Nightwings ass alone saves more people in a calendar year and does more for so society than most heroes do their whole career.Also u are one of the funniest tumblr pages out there. The vibes are unmatched and the memes and tags ✨send me✨.Thank u and goodnight @julia-flow 

fanksss also lmao.

That's going to be a little bit difficult to explain, but

There's some music that you listen to and you think, "oh my gosh, I can perfectly imagine Dick Grayson singing this song, with the same voice as the singer because that voice matches with Dick Grayson"?

oh yeah totally lmao. i have a lot of songs that i think are just entirely dick grayson yanno? kind of all of my playlists have that vibe, but i really find bleachers to fit with dick? idk.

"Lois lane/Superman" fics this, "Lois lane/Clark Kent" fics that, (/lh) let's get into the real good stuff. Some people ship Lois, Clark, and Superman as a throuple. Most popular fic tag for sure

yes totally, i think they’d be absolutely killer on ao3 and clark gets so fucking embarassed about it.

I miss your post, hope you’re doing okay!!

haha this was like 2 months ago, but i was doing fine then too! just didn’t have a lot of inspiration in terms of content.

Doot doot!

noot noot

I’m confused. What did DC do now? Like with nightwing? And another sibling? Please spoil everything for me

lmao they gave him a secret sister plotline where they had his dad cheat on his mom with tony zucco’s wife, bc dick’s life wasn’t traumatic enough yet.

sorry but it's so funny that batman is called "the dark knight" when the gotham city baseball team is called the gotham knights. it'd be like if a vigilante was running around new york called like "the scary yankee"

lmaooo no. but like yankee comes from dutch names or something so wouldnt it be HILARIOUS if gotham knights came from like german names and bruce would be running around called the dark KLAUS UND NIEK @graysonnightwing 

(not a batcest shipper) it’s so funny to me that the responses are “i’m a batcest shipper because i can differentiate fiction from reality and and it doesn’t bother me personally, but i understand why you oils think it’s weird” to “i wish all batcest shippers a very fucking die”

yeah lmaoo. i personally basically flipped my entire stance around to ‘i dont care please leave me and everybody else alone’ bc i think there’s really no point in starting a moral dillema over some fucking fandom bullshit. Please just,,, go home,,, log off, find a nice forest to have a little walk in and remember that somewhere in history, somebody probably died in the place you’re standing. and you will also die someday, and somebody will have to look at your internet usage and see you fighting multiple people anonymously while being named ‘nightwingsbuttchin200186′ like... calm down, we’re all gonna die this is not the thing to worry about.

so since like "wards" don't really exist in modern society almost all the batkids are foster kids, right? i used to work in the system and imagine: monthly visits from social workers and guardian ad litems, bruce having to get permission to take the boys anywhere out of state, calling their social worker at like 8 a.m. like "yeah dick broke his arm again... a gymnastics accident this time...." their poor social worker. bruce send her a huge bouquet and box of chocolates every month to stay on her good side

i imagine the social worker just getting into the case like ‘yeah let’s get this kid a good guardian’ and then ending up having to work with 22 y/o bruce wayne and his 50 y/o dad. and so this social worker is like ‘okay we can work with this, this is the best home i can find’ and then like it ends up landing on its feet and then the kid gets adopted and then they get a call a year later like ‘uhm so hi, this kid tried to steal my tyres can i adopt him?’ and like 3 years later. ‘okay so basically, my neighbours’ kid imprinted on me and now they’re dead, can i keep him?’ two years later it’s like ‘okay so this assassin child-’

ever since I saw that one post of yours, the meme that's something like "I know that abba's backup dancer got me" with a picture of discowing, I've been haunted. Every once in a while I'll be minding my own business then the image of abba's backup dancer dick grayson aka nightwing aka discowing will flash in my mind and I'll be frozen in place. Today at work I was in the middle of folding clothes and suddenly once again discowing entered my mind and I suddenly lost the ability to see anything except He. Thank you.

wow. the IMPACT.

Braver than any US marine man props to you🤝

this shit is about the time i wrote an article on batcest, like man,,, the fact that i didn’t get cancelled is MIRACULOUS. also like,,, uh if anybody on here did gossip on me,, send screenshots i’d love to see it.

Hello, just wanted to say your article was great. Thank you for taking the time to provide an unbaised answer. It should provide people with nuances they couldn't possibly conjure on their own.

May I ask where your username originates from?

yes you may (also thanks!!!) i thought it up when i was trying to find an original username bc i didnt want to be called like ‘timdrakes something something’ or ‘jason todd something smoething’ or ‘dick grayson something something’ yanno? so i thought batarangs, they sound so dumb and that’s my username story... now it’s my whole entire brand lmao.

yno that bit in kick ass where red mist asks kick ass if he wants a hit of his blunt, was that the inspo for stoner tim

no? it’s bc i think stoners are hilarious and drugs are great. (dont do drugs tho) 

How would u feel if someone actually wore one of those bruce or ollie pride shirts u edited

fenomenal next question.

Dick as lil huddy and Jason as James gave me radiation poisoning and now I’m screaming crying throwing up so thx for that

(Rico suave as Tim is perfect tho literally no changes needed)

i was so funny for that shit wasn’t i??? lmao i loved those weird ass fancasts

You're doing the Lord's work by providing us with all these Gotham/Metropolis citizens memes, thank you for being so relentlessly funny @nellethiel-aranel

you’re welcome!! i really enjoy making memes, but getting validation for my content and my memes is REALLY nice.

Bruce is such a slut in your memes and honestly i love that for him @rhodey-rhudert-rhodes-main 

he’s that much of a slut irl too dw.

Bruce and Alfred have an emergency pride flag for the batkids. Oliver Queen printed an emergency "I love my gay son" t-shirt and as soon as Roy told him he was dating Jason, Oliver started wearing that shirt everyday and Roy always cringes when he sees it. Oliver also has an emergency "I love my lesbian daughter" shirt just in case for Cissie.

lmao YES i had a post like this bc like all of their kids/family members are so gayy

stop bringing back batfam fancasts it is not real it is not real it is not- 😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀

oh yes it is my darling.

did discowing burn down the notredam because he hates the bees? @allulily

no he did it bc fuck the french.

im gonna beg for 1 thing and 1 thing only. please please please put physical by olivia newton john on dick's playlist

okay then beg. bc i wont. physical reminds me too much of glee and that hurts me mentally.

your playlist is sorely missing some Madonna. Specifically Into the Groove, Like a Prayer, and Vogue

i’m scared of madonna that’s why she’s not on there. she haunts me in my dreams.

suggestion: son of batman by aaron dews for dick’s playlist🤩

sorry, i listened to it and the vibe didn’t agree with me.

Hear me out, metropolis citizens sending rare pair fics of Clark Kent x Superman fics to Lois to edit

yes, absolutely hilarious. even more funny if they send like physical copies, no address attached and lois sends it back marked with red ink, SOMEHOW

Imagine all the smut Clark must of read editing the fics

clark reads smut confirmeeed

NOT LOIS READING SUPERBAT PORN AND EDITING IT A 2AM 

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

hc that alfred is a meta that boosts healing factor of the people around him. if the bats are injured as much as they seem to be they would be doing bat stuff MAYBE half the year. no one including alfred knows about this. whenever the kids move out they inexplicably dont recover from injuries as fast and feel better whenever they visit the manor they just chalk it up to homesickness. bruce just thinks he heals really fast. alfred thinks everyone doesnt take care of themselves properly @finchcollector

that’s actually such a great idea, but i think that alfred would find out and learn how to concentrate it better so he can help more people, bc he’s great and i love him.

One of your dickfast posts reminded me of that tweet that goes: 'so you've had sex how many times? Yeah technically that's not a bromance' lol that's dickwally or dickroy

literally tho. like that’s all of dick’s friendships. once it gets past a certain time dick is like ‘wow i wonder what it would be like to make out with wally, wally come make out with me’ and wally’s like ‘we’ve done this like 40 times, dick, you know what it’s like’ and dick is like ‘sorry are you complaining?’ and they just make out.

superfam and batfam associations??

-batman and superman

-dick/barabara and supergirl?

-conner and tim

-jon and damian

pls enlighten me I am confused

nope,,, uhm batman and superman, but dick and superman as well, and then conner and tim, jon and damian and steph + babs with supergirl

I came across a fic in which Wonder Woman calls Batman "Stella" (like Stellaluna, the children's book) and I can imagine the batkids hop on the trend and maybe copies of the book appear at random places (aka, everywhere Bruce frequents)

sorry can’t reciprocate that was the name of my high school chemistry teacher and it gives me nightmares to think about.

good human what are your pronouns?

wouldn’t you like to know?

I need me some gothamites preferring harley over joker memes

everyone prefers harley over joker youre just very fucked up if you dont

don't understand why people try to add like veteran policy to the batfamily

dick pulling out his veteran batfam member card so he can eat first: step aside, peasants

Do you know the song Simmer by Haley Williams? It (the first verse anyways) reminds me of Jason? It's about rage.

damn yeah i LOVE HAYLEY!!!! youre right thoo

Okay so I like listen to your stoner Tim Drake playlist 24/7 but would he listen to skegss? Also I keep adding songs mentally it’s killing me 😩✋🏼 Anyways,, I literally love and worship your playlist 😃🤞🏼 And uh yeah have a good day ✨

stoner tim drake playlist is lyfeeee. also dont know who skeggs is? i’m stupid? have a good day!!

All the Robins (and Batgirl) decide to trade costumes for one night just to fuck with Batman and all the villains in Gotham. @subspacecadet 

batman knows it’s them youknow but like,,, what does he call them? he’s like ‘red hood?’ and 3 people answer and he’s not about to compromise some identities so he’s just Pissed.

I aspire to treat cops the way my dad treats them. This man is a 45 year old Asian immigrant to the US and the treats them like his pets. He talks about them like unruly children. Sometimes he pays off local cops to shut up and stop acting racist. And usually it works. I don’t know why but I can see Oliver Queen doing this

vibes... and also yes? oliver queen handing a local cop a donut to shut the fuck up lmao. but yanno i commit enough crimes to not really want to ever see a cop ever, so they kinda scare the everloving fuck out of me.

seeing as tim hasn't aged in years, that means he was 17 at peak emo tumblr era. im back on my emo tim bullshit and im not letting it go

emo tim had a wattpad account send tweet

People seem to think that batman is so dark and serious when the rainbow batsuit is right there. He wore it with no shame.

dude the 60s were a DIFFERENT TIME

dick grew up in a circus, jason grew up on the streets, and tim was probably raised by the internet

all of them cuss every other word and you cannot tell me otherwise

bitch i KNOW but dc has to change to an 18+ rating if they want to sell comix with swear words in them so we gotta deal with imagining the swear words in ourselves

thoughts on teen titans and young justice

haven’t seen teen titans on account of havent seen it and young justice was LITERALLY my favourite thing ever, tho i do gotta admit it’s not at all similar to the young justice comics unfortunately. i really wouldve liked to see timmy bart kon cassie and cissie animated on tv!!

ew ew ew how to delete batcest shippers I genuinely digust them

log off tumblr?

Okay as poc who was called racist for calling an Italian pastabrain: in the batfam are Italians bit Damian just yells various insults about the others being Italian. Just him yelling “What are you doing you moronic spaghettihead!” At steph etc

huh? i meant real italians. homeboy is telling steph he hopes she chokes on her fucking garlic.

I think it's dumb as hell to pull the batman is the best fighter in the batfam argument because like it's just irresponsible of Bruce to let his kids fight when they couldn't possibly be on his league or something

fair enough, but also like who cares they could all kill you just sit down and take a beating.

lady shiva, thalia al ghul and Selina Kyle are all milfs @notanothertimburtonenthusiastugh 

unfortunately, i have to admit,,, you’re right

why tf didn't someone give joker a death sentence already? like he's a mass murderer...give him the electric chair treatment wtf

idk i think plenty of people would have tried to murder him already (boring answer is: he is a popular character so they can’t kill him off bc he brings in lots of money)

There’s no such thing as “ copaganda”.

all american media is propaganda. happy to clear this up for you

is it bad that I find lady shiva owa owa

no. find her as owa owa as you want.

aight I'm guessing the order of your favs in batfam:

1. tim

2. Steph

3. dick

4. Duke

5. the rest

you’re wrong but it’s cute that you tried, i generally don’t have favourites, but i have a special place in my heart for steph, tim, dick and cass. bc they were like my introduction to batfam. but damian, jason, duke, bruce, babs and alfred are NOT FORGOTTEN OR UNLOVED

oh my god i was literally just readily willing to believe that italians werent white ty for clarifying it was a joke im so dumb sdkvjskdfs

i mean some italians aren’t white? italian is a nationality as well as an ethnicity, so like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

since I saw so many people doing headcanons about the nationalities of batboys, I see Dick as an Italian.

dont know if youre serious or not, but sure.

super random but

jason 🤝 damian

old english

lmao fair enough.

tim absolutely has 1 gay uncle and his parents shit talk said uncle all the time so after bruce adopts him he specifically reaches out to this uncle to be like "heyyyy just so you know you majorly influenced my life yes i know i havent seen you since i was 5 and at the family reunion yes i know you dont remember my name idc thank you im gay too" and then they never talk again.

yuppp lmao that’s definitely something that could happen. i can also consider tim having no family members, like none. until he does like a dna test and he realises he has like an aunt living barely 2 miles away from him who’s like some illegitimate child of his grandpa.

I dare you one of them sends clark superman/clark fic and clark corrects the shit out of it and then goes like ps his dick is not that big, just telling as someone who has seen it. internet either explodes or goes who tf did he not fuck at this point.

i think everybody would call clark a buzzkill and try to cancel him over that.

so you're telling me Tim Drake wouldn't buy Starbucks?

no. dunkin donuts all the way

One of my favorite things is imagining people finding out jason came back from the dead and being like "oh no does he have magic powers now?!?!?" and he just pulls out a gun and tries to shoot joker

now he doesn’t even have the gun :) lmao

my favorite batfamily fanfictions are the ones where they use their shitty codenames, unironically, in any context

bruce gets codename ‘ugh’ everytime. he hates it.

crazy that tim being a 17 y/o ceo and a stoner who does brand deals are all actual canon things written in detective comics comics and not made up for shits and giggles by you, tumblr user batarangsoundsdumb @rowdeyclown

SO CRAZY HUH?

batman au where everything is the same but his utility belt is bright pink

absolutely, but i raise you, his boots light up like sketchers when he kicks people.

unbeknownst to the superhero fandom writers in the dcuniverse, clark and BRUCE are one of the most prolific fanfic writers in the superhero rpf tag on ao3. clark writes the best lois x superman angst, full of unhappy endings and scenes that are a so detailed you'd think you were in the middle of a superhero beatdown. bruce made an ao3 account to fuel "the do the butts match" thing, and makes batman/bruce fics from time to time. he wrote a superbat fic as a joke but ended up making it REAL porny. @concrastinator

dude they’re WAY too busy for that. Oliver Queen and Hal Jordan on the other hand are the most prolific fanfic writers in the superhero rpf tag writing what is Mostly porn.

When the dining table topic gets to politics, Steph says "eat the rich" as the solution

bruce just silently takes away her fork and knife while she’s talking.

[myjjbaby]

okay so the idea is reader taking one (or many) of jj's shirts without asking him, and every time he sees her with one of his shirts on he's like 🥺🥺 and finally she says she likes his smell and wears them because of that and idk some fluff (sorry if this is bad it was just an idea i had)

white t-shirt

author’s note - this kinda deviated from the original request but it just happened because your girl is angsty. happy first time writing in a month to me!! (apologies in advance im rusty). thank you to lisa @angellissy for being my hype woman as much as im yours because this wouldn't happen without you so. couple folks who i love who asked to be tagged so: @baby-bearie @dpaccione (taglist? yes or no? someone want to teach me how?) please also know that even as my dash returns to normal and im writing this doesnt mean ive stopped or anyone else should stop advocating for black lives matter so please do all you can loves :))

synopsis - requested by @strkydrw! JJ isnt used to public affection and it creates a wedge between the two of you. which JJ isnt about to let happen.

warnings - mentions of anxiety, smidge of angst, and a swear cause i felt like it. 1.7k of comfort!boyfriend!JJ

JJ Maybank was not one for public displays of affection. He was so used to going it alone that he couldn’t fathom someone wanting to love him for the whole world to see. You were okay with it, really you were, it was just something that made the blonde who he was.

Through your time together he became more lenient. A short peck in front of the Pogues or rough fingertips brushing the skin of your waist when your shirt rose up at a kegger. He loved you and that’s all you could ask for.

But to say you weren’t needy for his affection would be a complete lie. Curling into his side at the Kook’s walk-in movie, being able to love on your perfect boy for the whole world to see, but little hand touches were enough for you if it meant JJ was yours.

You had a bad day. A crap day. Everything that could’ve gone wrong, did and now you want your boyfriend. You needed JJ’s arms to wrap you up and push all your worries away. Unfortunately, that wasn’t going to happen.

You were at a party at the Boneyard, like most summer nights on Outer Banks, and your personal security blanket was far too busy by the keg to take notice of you. Pope was sitting next to you on a piece of driftwood. The sweet boy had a knack for reading you and the Pogues like an open book. He could spot your glowering from just about anywhere.

“Pope, I’m fine.”

“Yeah and I’ll leave you alone when I believe you.”

“Pope,” he glared at you, “okay, okay.”

The two of you settled into a calm silence. Pope sipped at his plastic water bottle, which Kie had already ratted him for, and you fiddled with your fingers, relaxing at JJ’s smile in the distance. A frown slipped over your features just as quickly as your sweet smile had appeared.

“Y/N?”

Turning your head to the dark skinned boy, you appreciated his concerned smile but honestly you’d rather bask in your misery alone if you couldn’t have your blue-eyed boy.

“I’m gonna walk home,” Pope’s eyes followed your movement as you stood, “tell JJ for me?”

Now he knew something was off, though you and your boyfriend were never outwardly affectionate, Pope knew of the silent love you shared. The fact you didn’t want to tell JJ you were leaving nor grasped the opportunity to squeeze the blonde’s hand was unsettling.

He watched you slip away, staying out of the firelight so JJ had no chance of catching your departure. He waited until you disappeared over the dune and started your short walk back home before practically bounding across the beach and gripping JJ’s bicep.

“Woah Pope, quite the grip there.”

“Y/N went home.”

“What?”

“Y/N left.”

The blonde quickly scanned the sandy beach, eyebrows furrowing when he didn’t find your familiar figure. He glanced back at Pope.

“Do you know why?”

“She seemed upset.”

“What? Why didn’t sh-”

“I don’t know, but that’s not the point,” he flicked the side of JJ’s head, “the point is that your girlfriend needs you so bust a move.”

Pope barely got the last words out before the blue-eyed boy practically sprinted through the crowd.

You were a mess by the time you reached your familiar grey house with tears streaming down your cheekbones as the screen door slammed behind you. You pushed your way through the house, feeling your legs ready to give out under your weight.

You slipped out of your clothes and goosebumps rose across your skin, the summer breeze chilled against your tanned skin. Pushing your jackets and sundresses aside in your closet, you reached for the worn white t-shirt tucked behind the rest of your clothes. The stained Pelican Marina shirt was one of your prized possessions. JJ had asked you about the article of clothing before saying how he lost it and wondered if you had seen it.

You denied everything.

The t-shirt always calmed you, the smells of the salt air and JJ’s weed, it made you feel like you were curled up in his hold. With just his shirt on, you slid under your blankets and pulled the knitted fabric to your chin. You tried to ignore the wetness of your skin and the pinch in your chest that even JJ’s aroma couldn’t solve.

You were so distracted by your waves of emotions you nearly missed the soft revving of the motorbike in your driveway. Your heart clamped when you heard the soft murmurs between your boyfriend and your dad as they undoubtedly worried about your off demeanor.

“Y/N?”

Your breathing felt erratic as you quickly closed your eyes, praying you wouldn’t have to admit anything to JJ. You waited for him to leave after a soft sigh slipped through the crack beneath your door, but instead you heard the familiar creak of wood against rusted hinges.

You silently thanked your past self for laying down with your back to the wall because you knew you’d crack under JJ’s crystal gaze. Willing your lungs to settle, you felt his familiar warm touch settle over the fabric of his shirt you were wearing. The soft movement of his fingers kneading into your back nearly caused a whimper after longing for the boy’s touch for so long.

“Baby? I know you're awake.”

Mentally cursing your boyfriend, you rolled over to your side as JJ pressed his body closer to yours, practically laying on the bed now.

“Hi.”

“Hi sweet girl.”

He sweetly pressed his lips to the tip of your nose, smiling against the skin when he felt your cheek against his hand warm up. The blonde tried to pull back to admire your flushed features but you hid your face in his neck. You smiled when your actions emitted a chuckle from the boy which filled up the silence in your room.

This was what you wanted more than anything. Your perfect, loving JJ holding you close and kissing you tenderly, but not like this. You wanted to feel adored outside of the safety of closed doors and four walls, but that wouldn’t happen. You pouted at your ruined daydream.

“Hey, hey,” JJ felt your frown against his tanned skin, “baby, you have to tell me what’s going on.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Y/N…”

“Really, it’s nothing, J, can we just forget it?”

“No.”

“J-”

“Tell me.”

You stayed silent, breathing in his presence, the pinch in your chest finally releasing.

“Baby, please?”

“Are you embarrassed by me?”

“What?”

He pulled away from your touch as he frantically searched for some kind of explanation in your eyes.

“Sweet girl? Why would you ever think that?”

“You’re embarrassed to be seen with me.”

“That’s not true.”

“You have to force yourself to kiss me in front of your friends and you won’t talk to me, much less touch me in public. It’s like I’m dating different people, JJ. The boy I fell in love with and some guy who’d never give me the time of day.”

“Bab-”

“No,” you sat up, letting his once comforting arm slip off your body, “I had the worst day and everything was too much and I just needed you. I need you, JJ. But I didn’t even want to tell you because I was scared you were going to brush me off. I don’t want to have to think twice before going to you, I shouldn’t have to but I jus-”

You were cut off by a harsh sob that was building up in your throat throughout the day. The weight of everything pulling you down for too long. Your cries, however, were quickly muddled as JJ pulled you into his warm, taut chest. His pillowy lips pushed against your skin, shushing you in comfort.

“I’m so sorry, Baby, I’m not embarrassed by you. For fuck’s sake, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m sorry. I’m just not used to it, I guess. You love so proudly and the fact that I have you is overwhelming. I’ve never done this before, loving someone. I wish you had told me, sweet girl, I love you so much, angel. So much and if you need me to hold you or kiss you or whatever, just tell me, okay?”

You nodded against the soft fabric of his navy shirt, your sobs giving out to breathy whimpers. It was peaceful like that, the room completely dark except for the moon and stars shining through your curtains and your boy holding you tight as you laid on his chest. You leaned back to stare at his serene facial features and watched as he fiddled with the hem of your clothing.

“Baby?”

You hummed, settling back into the crook of his neck.

“Is this my shirt?”

“Umm, maybe?”

He felt your skin heat up against his and smirked, trying to catch your eye in the dim light.

“Why’d you take it?”

“I don’t know, I just wanted you with me when I couldn’t have you.”

“Don’t be embarrassed, sweet girl, I like you in my clothes. And you can always have me, okay?”

You hummed again, drowsiness forcing your lids closed. JJ shivered as your eyelashes fluttered over the smooth skin of his neck.

“What do you think of wearing this to tomorrow’s boat day with everyone?”

He mumbled into the night, smiling at the idea of you laying out with his shirt announcing you were his, but his suggestion went unanswered because your were already fast asleep in the comfort of the blue-eyed boy’s arms.

[hawnks]

Hi! I’ve been following you for almost a year now and I love your writing! I’m sorry that comments keep feeling somewhat backhanded (or even overtly backhanded). I just wanted to tell you the fics you create are so unique, the language and symbolism you use create enthralling universes that I for one can’t help but get lost in. The length of your fics never feels “too long” regardless of word count, I start reading your fics and I lose time and suddenly I’m at the end and always wanting more and eager to see whatever you create next. You’re wonderful

thank u bab 🥺🥮

the comments are all well meaning, but when they say “this type” they are usually referring to my style of writing, and idk if ive ever talked abt it here but that is…. kind of a sore spot for me :’)

i write the way i speak, as in it follows the rhythm and emphasis pattern. and i have gotten So Much shit in my life for the way i speak. the words i use, the sound of my voice, how my sentences parse.

a lot of people who have known me my whole life flat out refuse to read my oc work, or acknowledge it at all, because it just ‘sounds too much like’ me, and they can’t take it seriously. it took me literally years to grow into being okay with how i use language, and the result is…. distinct lol. if u heard me speak for any length of time u would probably remember it because it is Strange. now the result is that people pick up my weird language quirks and verbiage REALLY easily. and how i speak kind of like…. becomes a fad in the spaces i occupy? which is…. upsetting for a few different reasons.

ANYWAY. you didn’t ask for all this, but i am a lil touchy about my language. so hearing that i am a “type” doesn’t feel great andjjdjdkdkf

[meterokinesis]

Caged Birds Still Sing

Read it on AO3

Prompt: explosion, kidnapping, tearful smile

Summary: Tim's been kidnapped before. He doesn't know if he's getting out this time.

It had been three days since Tim had been kidnapped by the League of Assassins. This time was significantly less nice than the last, and then he’d been missing an organ.

He was in the same lavish rooms, with their silk sheets and gilded mirrors, but the lock on the door had been changed. Where Tim had once been allowed to come and go, he was now stuck here. The door locked from the outside, and the only other point of escape was the large balcony, where iron bars arched overhead. He was a Red Robin in a golden cage.

Meals came at regular times. A crossword puzzle came with his breakfast, and on his second day a copy of War and Peace came with lunch. He’d been stripped of all his trackers and gadgets when he got here, which had been replaced with the silks of the League.

Tim was well acquainted with kidnapping. Having been the only heir to the Drake fortune, he had been kidnapped twice as a child, once when he was three and once when he was eight. He didn’t remember much, other than the shrieks of police sirens when he’d finally been found. Once he started as Robin, the kidnappings began in earnest. He was never gone for longer than a night or two, and Bruce always saved him. He was Batman, that was what he did.

So Tim bided his time, sipping ginger tea and doing crossword puzzles and reading Tolstoy. Soon, Bruce would come.

On the fourth day, Tim received his first visitor. He was on the balcony, taking his breakfast under the bright desert sun. He looked up to see Ra’s al Ghul, the reflection of his jewelry practically blinding against the shadowy backdrop of Tim’s chambers. Tim took another bite of toast.

“Hello, Detective,” he drawled as Tim squinted up at him.

“Oh, hello,” Tim said quietly. “Have you made up your mind on whether or not you’re killing me yet?” Ra’s didn’t laugh, but Tim didn’t expect him to. He wasn’t known for his sense of humor.

“See, there’s only so many reasons you’d keep me here,” Tim continued. “You don’t need intel, because you already know everything about us. You don’t need money, because you’re richer than God. I’m either here because you want to trade me for something, you need me to code, or you still want that heir.”

A venomous smile spread on Ra’s face. “Clever boy.” The words stilled Tim, his toast abandoned on his plate. “Now, follow me.”

Ra’s swept out of the room and Tim followed, keeping sure to hold his head high. His mother would be proud. Even being led to his doom, he wouldn’t let the facade fall. As they walked through the Cradle, Tim refused to meet the eyes of the assassins that milled about. He could feel their gazes tear at him, but he let the wounds pile up.

Ra’s study was incredibly simple, but nice all the same. It looked like an older version of every board member’s home office. Tim despised it.

Ra’s gestured for him to sit in one of the stiff chairs, and Tim complied. The head assassin remained standing, his fingertips brushing over the manuscripts that lined the walls.

“I feel as if we know each other well enough by now, Detective. You spent quite a bit of time with us before you decided to defect. You know that I do not play, I win.” Tim stared ahead, trying his best to keep his face blank.

“So, here is what you will do. And you will do it, Detective. You will notify Batman that you are turning in your cape to work for me. You will tell him not to search for you.”

Tim cleared his throat. “And if I don’t?”

Ra’s smirked, as if he expected the question. “Then I will instruct the assassins following your civilian friends to put bullets in their skulls. I don’t believe Mr. Fox will appreciate losing two of his daughters in one day. I know Commissioner Gordon wouldn’t be a fan. Nor Ms. Ives.”

Tim nodded shallowly. “So it’s them or me?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “Why exactly do you want me so badly? Why not Damian or Bruce?”

Ra’s laughed darkly. “Because your spirit will be so much more fun to break.”

                                                ___________

That night, when he was safely back in his beautiful cage, Tim began his letter.

Dear Bruce (and Dick and Jason and Babs and Cass and Damian and Steph),

Since my return to Gotham, something has been missing in my life. I’ve decided to come back to the League of Assassins in an attempt to solve that emptiness. This is of my own volition. Do not come looking for me, I do not want to be found. I love you all.

Always yours,

Tim

He fell asleep watching the moon shine through iron bars, wondering if this is how every criminal he ever put away felt.

                                                ___________

It took two days for Ra’s to start giving Tim tasks around the Cradle. Small ones, mostly filing. Some putting pieces together. It felt as if even with all of Ra’s power over life and death, he didn’t know much about order. Tim slogged through the work, waiting for time to tick down. He fixed small loopholes and backdoors and monitored agents in the field. It was easy work, at least when Tim forgot about the trained killer hovering just outside his door.

At night, he scratched out notes on the pages of Tolstoy. Short snippets, like “I’m sorry” and “Thank you” and “I always loved you.” They’d never see the light of day, but they made him feel better.

During his free time, he fixed the computer wiring and did odd electrical tasks around the Cradle. It was as if no one there knew how to use a soldering iron. As much as the menial tasks frustrated him, they kept his hands busy and kept Ra’s off his back.

                                                 ___________

Rescue came two weeks after Tim Drake was kidnapped. He was in the main hall when the alarms of the breach sounded. Assassins streamed around him, all headed to their respectful stations. Tim headed to the control room.

The control room was small and filled with screens. A skylight gave the tiniest bit of natural light twenty feet above. Tim busied himself with the controls, monitoring the cameras and putting the last minute details on his plan.

Rapping came from the skylight, and Tim looked up to see Steph waving at him. He hesitated for half a moment, then nodded. She shattered the glass and rappelled down, landing with a quiet thud.

“Tim, here,” she whispered and pressed a comms unit into his hand. He nodded and placed it in his ear.

“I need all of you to listen to me. You need to leave,” he began, his voice hoarse from disuse.

“We’re not leaving you-” Dick butted in, but Tim cut him off.

“You have to. If you don’t, civilians die. People we love die. I-I can’t let that happen.” Stephanie placed a hand on his arm, but he shrugged it off. “I have a plan, but I can’t pull it off if you’re here.”

“We’ll let you take point on this, Red Robin.” Bruce’s low voice calmed the nerves racing through Tim’s veins. If Batman said it would be okay, it would be okay.

“You have three minutes to evacuate,” Tim finished, then slipped the comm unit out of his ear.

“Tim…” Stephanie whispered, reaching out for him. This time, he let her hold his hand, running his thumb over the seams of her gloves.

“Hey Stephie,” he murmured, trying his best to muster a smile. “You have to go, okay? You have to be a hero. For me.” She shook her head, opened her mouth to say something, but he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Go,” he urged, and she nodded. With one last squeeze of her hand, she was grappling back through the skylight. He watched as she disappeared, and tried not to let his heart break too much.

He readied the plan, fingers flying faster than he could remember ever doing before. Hands trembling, he placed the comms unit back in his ear just as it crackled to life.

“We’re all out, Red Robin. We’re a kilometer away, in one of the nearby caves. What’s your ETA?”

Tim smiled shakily. “I’m afraid I won’t be joining you. The Cradle’s undergoing self-destruction. I set up the protocol while Ra’s thought I was doing busy work.”

“Tim, you can’t be serious.” For the first time in years, Tim thought he heard fear in Bruce’s voice. “We can still get you out.”

“Someone needs to make sure it goes through with no interference. If Ra’s wants me so bad, he can have me.” Tim suddenly became aware of the tears rolling down his cheeks. “Thank you for saving me. Thank you for loving me. Now it’s time to let me save you.”

Despite the layered protests in his ear, Tim pressed the figurative big red button. As tears stained his face, he smiled. At least he would go out saving people. That’s all he had ever wanted to do.

The numbers ticked down on the screen. 8… 7… 6…

“I love you,” Tim rasped.

3… 2… 1…

0.

The world went white, and then there was nothing.

[littleeyesofpallas]

I don’t usually dwell on American cape comic shenanigans too much, because it’s a fast and loose kind of writing that doesn’t really play well with being scrutinized or really thought about at all, at least any longer than it takes to get through a page, but man... this whole Tynion IV Batman thing is still rubbing me the wrong way...  and what bugs me is how it’s definitely not all “bad,” and in fact a lot of the build up is great, but then the resolutions (or lack there of) are massive let downs, but then also he keeps skirting by with these loose ends that feel like they weren’t forgotten but that they might get picked up later.  It would almost suggest he has a real big picture planned as a through line across multiple stories...

So, when Tynion took over with issue 86 and Their Dark Designs, he actually provided a great premise: In the aftermath of City of Bane and Alfred Pennyworth’s death, Bruce muses over his apparent old habit of sketching himself little snapshots of an idealized Gotham he holds in his head.  We have a clear establishment of the theme of Design, and also the idea that Bruce has an end game in mind.  He’s not just reacting to crime as it happens, he has a long term plan.  This is a genuinely good angle to have for a Batman story.

To build on this, we learn that Lucius is working on some new tech for Bruce and he specifically marvels at how far Bruce’s war on crime has escalated.  The bat-gear hasn’t just been getting more sophisticated over the years, its development is beginning to outpace its practical applications.

Additionally, we get a weird kind of distraction of a B-plot with various master assassins convening in Gotham under a singular organized job, but among them the spotlight falls on Deathstroke.  Does Tynion talk about Deathstroke being one of the classic anti-batmen?  Does he talk about Deathstroke’s healing factor?  No.  He talks about Deathstroke’s augmented brain processing faster than Bruce can keep up with (a trait most authors tend to overlook with Slade); this means his only means of competing with Slade is to have a plan that puts him down before his super fast brain can think of a way out, because implicitly he will out think Batman given time, and if they’re both whittled down to adapting to one another in the moment, Slade wins.

Again, our theme is Master plans/Designs/end games.

Enter the heretofore unmentioned legendary, nigh mythical, Gotham villain named The Designer has reemerged after an indistinct time missing from the criminal underworld.  His claim to fame is planning 20 steps ahead, outpacing his adversary’s planning to snub any and all resistance utterly and completely.  

He’s brought up because he once mentored Penguin, Riddler, Catwoman, and Joker in their early days(and in their 90s era outfits as a clever reference) and apparently the master plans he devised with each of them that were never enacted have been queued up by “someone.”  Designer is back, but he’s supposed to be dead; In a painfully uninteresting, cliche “twist” Joker was too KuHrAaZzY to handle and Designer turned on him rather than finish his tutelage, and in the ensuing firefight the 4 Gotham rogues killed the legendary Designer.

So, there are a lot of fun questions this raises, like who the apparent new Designer is, what his plan is, and what he wants...

Bruce has another run in with Slade and launches into an awkward, kinda whiny rant where he tells Slade that if only super villains hadn’t wasted so much of his time escalating the arms race of powers and gadgets and gimmicks, that he could have fixed Gotham years ago.  So, here we are again, this idea of plans, of reactionary escalation, and of the absolute need for a master plan that snubs the opposition before they can react and learn.  Batman beats Slade, of course, which just goes to show what we’re always meant to assume from Batman anyway, that he already had Slade beat from the get go.  He had a plan; Batman always has a plan.

So this is super cool!  It took us kind of a plodding 6 out of 9 issues of this story to get here, but this is a good place!  We know Batman has a master plan for Gotham, we know from what we’ve heard about plans/Designs as a theme that means he’s already got all his villains accounted for, and that he’s just going through the motions: turning the wheels to make the machine work.  It’s only a matter of time, now.

I’ll be honest, my thought at first when I was reading these?  I thought The Designer was Batman, or some part of Batman’s plan.  That he’d resurrected this mythical villain as part of his own master plan, to perhaps trick all his biggest adversaries to go all in on a singular massive criminal enterprise that Bruce had already designed from the get go to fail, and to take them all down with it once and for all.  It fit the profiles, and it felt like the natural direction this all was headed...

But then it was just The Joker.  Designer really was dead, Joker brought him back, stole his master plan and pulled it off himself.  He stole Batman’s money and gadgets, and took over Gotham (again).  That’s it.  It was a 9 issue/4 month long fucking prologue to Joker War.  And more importantly... NONE of these themes paid off, even a little...  And to be fair, if these had turned into something to be addressed and resolved in Joker War, I might have been okay with it...  But they weren’t...

Also there’s a (would be)great little moment towards the end here where we learn that The Designer’s original nemesis, a master detective whom he crushed and humiliated, once taught Bruce “how to lose.”  And this went nowhere.  But it could have been super interesting, because what exactly does that even mean?  Does it mean learning to accept loss and move on?  Does it mean letting the opponent’s plan succeed because if they put everything into the one plan, then it means they never actually had a follow through, so now the board is wiped clean and everyone’s back to square 1?  What exactly was the point of bringing back the Designer’s legacy if we just learned that the real Designer wasn’t even the master mind of this whole story?

So then we meander into Joker War, curiosity still piqued, but expectations drastically lowered...

Joker has all Batman’s gadgets: that’s actually kind of cool.  I like the idea of Joker having infinite resources and Batman being the one working underground.  It’s kind of been done before in pieces, but never quite as explicit as this.  It’s not genius, but its a solid premise.  Joker goes on a meta-rant about people watching “the classics” over and over, and audiences being content to see the same old story, provided it’s done right.  (A bold called shot, Tynion.)  

And we glimpse the mysterious future Batsuit that apparently Bruce doesn’t remember designing.  It’s kind of a throwback to the gray and blue look of the silver age Batman, when comics were a little more cheery and goofy and child friendly.  It’s a nice commentary on the idea that Bruce wants to make Gotham into a better place, not where he doesn’t need to be Batman, but where he can be a less grim Batman.  It speaks to Bruce’s character, his vision for Gotham, and Tynion’s nostalgia that is now being strongly established as a driving force of these stories...

Joker’s plan involves paying Gothamites, in the middle of this citywide takeover by clown gangs, to attend screenings of Zorro, at which point he’ll kill them walking out of the theaters.  Batman shows up at one theater, fights some Joker zombie things, get gassed, gets rescued by Harley and given an antidote that induces a hallucination chat with Alfred.

Laughably, in this talk Bruce admits “I failed...” when talking about letting Alfred die and letting Joker take over the city but then hallucination Alfred talks Bruce OUT of it.  So whatever it was Bruce learned about losing from the old detective, this apparently wasn’t it; this was the wrong kind of losing.

Joker mentions part of his plan was to make a new generation of heroes and villains with the massive shared trauma of the theater killings.  We’d been seeing bits of Clown Killer, but that’s it.  He actually seems pretty cool, but he wasn’t really doing much more than cameo in this.  No new villains* actually, not until the epilogue gives us the anti-hero GhostMaker.

*correction: there are a few retroactively established villains who are new to publication, but no new villains born out of the actual Joker War scenario.

The whole Batfam shows up to wrestle clowns.  For some reason Tynion or DC editorial in general went to GREAT lengths to contrive Dick being back in the old Nightwing outfit, Tim being Robin again, Cass and Steph being Batgirls, Babs being Oracle, and Damian having renounced the Robin title for this...  They don’t do jack shit; They wrestle clown goons in the background.

Yet, again one of Joker’s stupid genius plans ends with a fist fight between a highly trained martial artist and a guy in a purple suit and we’re expected to be excited about this.  Harley shows up to trick Bruce into leaving Joker to die, but of course he survives anyway...

So there are a few themes here that got heinously underutilized...  Joker’s super into this self-aware thing about this being just another Batman-v-Joker affair, and about recreating Batman’s origin, and we see this play out on the other side with the weird walk back on the Batfam’s costumes.  But we know Joker will lose, so ostensibly the bottom line here should be that, no, actually... doing the same old thing isn’t enough, and people aren’t as predictable as Joker thinks.

But if we’re acknowledging this idea that Batman-v-Joker is a thing that happens in cycles and it’s always kind of the same thing, and people are sick of it, then you know what one undeniable fact of continuity flies in the face of that?  That no matter how many times we reboot the universe and repeat this whole song and dance, Batman keeps accumulating more sidekicks.  I’d have loved if this whole thing had just climaxed with Joker “winning” in his over elaborate 1v1 grudge match only to have half a dozen extra bats bust in and kick his ass.

But more over, Batman NEVER had any sort of plan in this...  The whole lead up in Their Dark Designs, which took LONGER to set up Joker War than Joker War actually lasted, was about Bruce having this Design for Gotham...  And Joker War goes out of its way to remind us of this lingering concept, and doesn’t actually do anything with it, but tries to still dangle it over us, like... “oh no, we didn’t forget it, it’s just for later!”  And like, I’m still kind of on board for it, but less and less so the more this shit drags out without any satisfying benchmarks along the way.  And it’s just super frustrating to want to give Tynion credit for the genuinely good set up he seems to have here... Except is it still a “good setup” of it ends up not actually setting anything up?  or if what it sets up turns out to be disappointing and bad??

It’s just really bizarre to me that I honestly kind of desperately want to like Tynion’s Batman (Clearly I’m having a fucking field day digging my teeth into it) but in spite of the good that’s there, and the clear forethought that appears to have gone into it, he keeps tripping himself up somehow.

[incoherentbabblings]

First Date (6/9)

Tim has one more test to pass before Bruce will allow him out as Robin. Like Dick and Jason before him, he has to avoid being caught by Batman for one night. He has already failed once, and is determined to succeed this time. Determination which might not count for much when Stephanie Brown is on the run from the mob. Her mother kidnapped as a way to threaten her father, Stephanie manages to escape and run into Tim. Unable to leave Stephanie alone when she is in need, Tim decides to try and multi-task. All he has to do is rescue Stephanie’s mother, take down the mob, avoid Batman, and get Stephanie to agree to a proper date all in one night. Absolute anarchy ensues  Ao3 link here!

Tim pulled Stephanie ashore, collapsing into the grassy muddy banks of the river.  Stephanie’s breath was shallow and fast, and he could see her pulse at her throat throbbing.  Her eyes had drifted closed, and her head hung limply against the floor, her tongue lolling dangerously at the back of her throat.  He couldn’t let her go into shock.

“No.  No.  Steph.”  Tim uttered, raising her head so she could breathe more easily.  He looked down at the gunshot wound that continued to slowly pump out darkening blood from her torso.

“Steph!”  He shook her incessantly, but she only gave a light mewl, and remained limp in his arms.

Exhausted from the night’s events, Tim steeled himself, and went to lift her.  The weight of the water and his general tiredness meant he struggled more than he had when he first gave her that piggyback four hours ago, but he managed it.  Her head lolled against his shoulder, and he jolted her so that her neck wouldn’t fall back and risk her not being able to breathe.

When he reached the top of the bank, he puffed out a conflicted sigh of relief to see the Batmobile waiting for him.  The back doors opened, and Oracle’s voice sounded from within.

“You sit with her Timbo.  I’ll get the car to Bristol.”

Feeling his eyes sting with tears, Tim said nothing and crawled into the back.

The doors closed with a reassuring thud, and the car set off, faster than any other vehicle on the road within Gotham.  The blue lighting was somewhat reassuring, as was the speed with which they were being driven, but Tim kept his eyes on Stephanie.  Her head was on his lap, the rest of her stretched out as best Tim could have managed.  Tim listened to his own breathing, hearing it rattle in and out.  He was near a panic attack.

“Babs?” 

“Mm?”

“I think I’m freaking out a bit.  Can you tell me what to do when we arrive?  How I can help her?”

“Can you take instructions okay?”

Chewing his lip, he responded with a small, “Think so.”

"I’ll help however I can.”  Her tone was reassuring, despite the electronic alterations, and the maternal soft tone was enough to make him crack.

“…Thanks.”  He very quietly began to sob.  Leaning forward, his forehead smacked against Stephanie’s, who shifted in response.  Tim glanced down at his hands, which were compressing Stephanie’s wound from both sides.  Red ran between his fingers.

“I messed up.”  He said to both women.  Stephanie did not react beyond a twitching of her eyebrows.

“Tim…”

“I was trying to get her to Bristol safe!  I didn’t trust the police with her, and I knew that Batman would be looking for Crystal.  I thought I could get her somewhere safe and –”

“Why didn’t you activate the tracker when you found her?”

“What?”

“The tracker Batman gave you?  If you switched it on when you first met her, he would have found and her and taken her somewhere safe in the city centre.”

Her tone hardened, and Tim realised with growing horror how his self-given mission was doomed to fail from the start.

“I had to stay hidden…”

“You could have gotten her to Batman without compromising your location.  There were ways around it.  Why did you stay with her and drag her across the city?”

Tim had no response that wasn’t pathetic, lovesick, or juvenile, so he said nothing.

Stephanie it seemed, despite her delirium, did have something to say.

“…wanted you with me…”

“Steph.”

“…don’t want them angry with you.  Not your fault.”

If Barbara had heard Stephanie, she gave no indication to Tim.  The drive was fast, smooth, and stressful. 

“We’re here lovebirds.  I’ll unlock it for you Tim, just carry her in.”

Tim did as he was bid, and carried her like a new bride, out of the car and across into the building.  They’d gone through the back, out of sight from any camera.

Once inside the sterile suite, Tim carted her over to the med bay, laying her out in the cot.  Barbara meanwhile connected to the house, switching all the lights on all the computers all equipment and lights.  Tim heard the heating blast on at full power, trying to prevent he or Stephanie from getting too cold from their dip in the river.

“Get a blood bag or two ready. I already called Dr. Thompkins.  If Stephanie has been shot with a clear exit wound, then it’s out of what you and I can do.  Clean it up, then wrap her up tight.  Keep her legs down flat, she’ll bleed out faster if you don’t do that.”

Brushing her hair way from her face, like he did when he first met her, Tim stroked Stephanie’s cheek anxiously.

“Steph? Stephie, do you know your blood type?”

She swallowed dryly, eyes still shut. Her lips were cracked and sore looking, her split lip had reopened.

“AB plus.”

“You sure?”

“Mmhmm.  Had a few…before now.  Anything’ll do.”

“I think we’ve got a few of that type.”

“’Kay.”

“Get her top off Tim, the t-shirt is just going to get in the way.”

Tim burned from embarrassment and Stephanie gurgled a laugh. 

“Just… cut if off.  Easier…”

“You sure?”

“Tim, hurry up.”

He did as he was told, following Barbara’s instructions.  He wasn’t skilled enough of a medic to check for anything worse than cosmetic damage, so the best he could do was try to slow the bleeding until Dr Thompkins arrived.  He flinched every time Stephanie cried out when he wrapped her torso, but it had to be uncomfortable to work.

Leslie arrived not ten minutes later to a nearly in tears sixteen-year-old and a seventeen-year-old who was probably going through the worst night of her life.  She gently encouraged Tim to go clean his hands while she dropped her bag on a nearby table.  Tilting Stephanie onto her side, Leslie cut through the bandages.  After a brief moment of inspection, gave a very gentle sigh of relief at the sight of the wound. 

“You are very lucky.  Passed straight through with no debris.  Didn’t even hit your colon or anything.  Just damaged fat tissues.”

Stephanie smiled dopily and reached out for Tim’s hand, which he gave, attempting to be comforting.  “Baby fat,” she joked.  “Can’t get rid of it.”

He nervously hovered while Leslie worked, patched, stitched, and cleaned.  Tim was unsure how long it had taken, but it was into the early hours of the morning by the time Leslie felt satisfied enough to return home and to leave Stephanie to rest for the night. 

“Tim you can hook her up to an IV now, we don’t want her organs to get dehydrated.”

The gentle lady was packing her bags to leave, when a sudden thought occurred to Tim.

“Wait… she was shot in the leg earlier this evening.  We got it glued at Central, but it came undone and she stitched it herself…can you check?  The river we fell in…”

“Less than ideal conditions!”  She chided, to which Tim burned red once more.  His face gave away more than the expected level of guilt, instead he looked downright distraught, and Leslie blinked at his extreme reaction.

Returning to the pair’s side, she unbuttoned Stephanie’s jeans and pulled them off all the way.  Her shoes, elastic flat slip on pumps, slid off easily.

“Maybe put a wash on for her clothes hmm?”

“I can do that.”

Leslie carefully undid the bandages, seemingly shaky at what damage lay underneath.  Tim arrived back from locating more clothes for Stephanie (one of his button up shirts and a pair of leggings from the small unused pile of clothes Babs had, just in case), when he abruptly noticed a thin line just above her underwear, a scar that ran between her hip bones. 

Oh.  Baby fat.

Knowing he probably shouldn’t, he passed his fingers over the scar, and Stephanie, even in unconsciousness, shivered.

Stephanie’s stitches had managed to hold, and Leslie gave away how impressed she was. 

“A little messy but… very good for someone doing it on themselves.  And at this age too…”

More and more of the abuse Stephanie had undergone began to click into place for Tim, as did the fact that she had seemingly dealt with it alone.

He realised that it maybe wasn’t a coincidence that two lonely teenagers had clung to each other as quickly as they had.  He wanted to make things better for her, but he had let his anxiety about not seeing her again get in the way, and he had insisted on clinging to her like a lovesick puppy.  He thought he could win Bruce’s challenge and get to spend the night with her, but he’d messed up.  Now Stephanie was laying unconscious having lost between a quarter and a third of her blood, only avoiding going into shock by what seemed like pure determination on her part.

She was as tough as nails, and Tim felt increasingly in awe of her.  With every piece of admiration he gained for Stephanie, it felt like a bit of his own self-worth was being ripped away in exchange.

Leslie gave Stephanie’s leg wound another clean but left the thread and stitches alone.  Wrapping it up once more, she slipped on the leggings and got Tim to hold Stephanie up while she slid on the shirt, buttoning up fewer than half the buttons at the front.  She indicated for Tim to move Stephanie to the more homely bedroom to rest up and keep warm.   

Once Leslie was satisfied, she went to leave.  She looked back at Tim, who looked so tired and sad that she hesitated for a moment. 

“She’ll be okay, Tim, I promise.  We’ll keep an eye on it and there shouldn’t be any complications.  So long as she doesn’t go diving into that river at least.”

Her gentle tease did not uplift Tim, whose eyes began to water.

“Yeah.”

A hand ran through his hair, and he nearly twitched away from the easy affection. 

“Want me to stay, hon?”

“No, it’s alright.  It’s really late… you’re probably tired.  You’ll be alright driving back alone?”

“Course I will.  I’ll be back before noon to check up on Miss Brown.”

He smiled with his mouth closed at her as she left.  Upon remembering about the wet clothes in the washer, he moved them to the dryer, setting it off, and located a few bits of food for Stephanie to eat in the morning.  He then moved back to the bedroom. 

“Oracle?”

“Yeah Tim?”

“You’ll let me know how Bruce gets on?  If he saves Crystal?”

“You’ll know when I know kiddo.”

“Thanks.  Also…”  He trailed off whilst he tugged over a large armchair next to Stephanie’s bed.  Obsessively, he checked her IV and blood bag once more.

“Mm?  Tim?”

“Oh.  Can you let Dick know what’s happened?  I’d rather he heard it from you than Bruce.”

“Sure thing.  Go to sleep Tim.  Try and rest.”

Curling up on the soft fabric, Tim settled in for the night.

Stephanie woke up to a thumping headache and a stomach that felt as sore as when she woke up from her c-section.  Her leg throbbed painfully too.  But, she was alive, warm and clean.  She looked for the time, and saw on a bedside table a digital alarm clock that read half past four.  Rain had begun to pour outside, the sound of the water drops making comforting noises on the windows.  The room was very old fashioned, wooden shutters blocked out street lights, and dark furniture decorated square space.

Tim had pulled over an armchair, and was curled up, face hidden in the crook of his arm that was thrown over his head.  He looked fast asleep.  She lifted an arm, then realised she was attached to both a blood bag and an IV.  Both were practically empty, but she knew better than to rip out the tubes by herself.

“Tim?”  She called instead.

He jolted awake, snapping into a straight sitting position wiping at his face like he’d been crying.

“Hey!”  The faked cheeriness was obvious even to her.  “How are you feeling?  Got a headache?”

“A real killer.”  She laughed gently.  She looked pointedly at the drips.  “Think they’re both done… can you take them out for me?”

Blinking at her calmness, he nodded and rose, turning on the lights to bring a gentle glow to the room.  He stopped at the bedside table, noting the time with a frozen expression.

“Just gonna… wash my hands.  I’ll be just a sec.”

“’Kay.”

He was gone for a few moments too long to just be washing his hands, and when he returned, he had a worried look on his face.  He was carrying a bottle of water and some crackers, which she duly began taking sips of and nibbling on.  Leaning over her, he gently, but with a smoothness that only came with practice, unhooked her from the IV and transfusion bags. He sat back down once more, but his eyes kept flitting between her and the clock, as if the time was something worrisome.  They sat in silence for a while, until Stephanie had sipped a third of the bottle.

“Tim?”

His gaze froze on the clock, guilt ridden.

“I think you’ve been lying to me.”

His breath was sharp, like she’d leaned over and slapped him again.

“Yeah.”

“What about?”

“Why I was in the centre of town... Why I didn’t contact Batman earlier.”

She set the food and drink aside and tried to sit up.  It was painful, and she grunted as she did it, but she managed.  “Tim... I’m too weak at the moment to be angry so can you just... Tell me the truth now?”

His nostrils flared, but he nodded.  Moving slowly, like he was sixty instead of sixteen, he perched himself on the edge of the bed.

“I want to be Robin.”

“As in Batman’s Robin?”

He nodded solemnly.  This was something very important to him, she realised, something not to be mocked.

“Robin’s dead, I thought?  He hasn’t been seen in years.  I mean, the second one… the first is Nightwing right?  Down in Bludhaven?”

“Yeah…but, I thought I could pick up where he left off.  It took a lot of training, and patience, and pushing Batman and Nightwing but… tonight was my final test.  I was to start at Wayne Tower, then avoid Batman for twelve hours.  Stay out of sight from eight pm to eight am.  But then there was the shooting, and you needed me.  I thought I could help you and finish that final test.  Kill two birds with one stone, to be crude.”

Stephanie had her hands clasped on her lap whilst Tim explained.  She struggled to follow, but she was getting the gist, and her heart was sinking as he went on.

“And it’s so stupid in hindsight, like I could have driven you here, right at the start… I have my car parked at the hospital, but I knew he would be able to follow that easy, so I thought we could do it on public transport… but everything just went sideways and then I wanted to impress you after the bus and that was a mistake and…everything has just been one giant mistake.”

Stephanie’s breathing had frozen as Tim’s guilt came to the forefront, but she managed to squeeze out a simple, “That explains… a lot.”

“I screwed up.  I’ve had… I’ve had this since the start.”  He reached into his coat and pulled out a small black ball.  Gently he handed it to Stephanie, who ran her thumb across the smooth surface.  “A tracker beacon.  For if I got in over my head and I needed Batman to find me.  I could have called for Batman the moment you got to the hospital.  He would have known you were safe and gone straight after your mom.  Instead he spent half the night chasing us.”

“Okay… but, Tim, why didn’t you?”

“I… I wanted to be the one to help you.”

She sniffed and sneered.  “Wanted to be a big brave hero?  Save the girl and all that?”

“…It wasn’t the most pragmatic choice, and it wasn’t the right choice, I know that now but…  I wanted to prove to Batman I could do it.  I could do what he asked of me and more.”

“Prove to Batman?  Really?”

“Or to myself.  Both.  Probably.  And now he’s been gone for four hours. Which… it shouldn’t take this long…”  Tim stood up then and anxiously paced across the room.  “I fucked up.  And I’m so sorry for it.  Please believe me.  I’m sorry.”

Stephanie had been patiently watching his confession, though as he went on her frown grew deeper, and her eyes grew wetter, until she could no longer bare to look at him. 

“I can’t… get my head wrapped round you.  You want to help people, I believe that.  You wanted to help me, not just because you want to help people in general, but also ‘cause you like me, in that way.  I get that… I mean, I like you too.  A lot.  I still do.” 

Some of the fear slid off Tim’s face, but he still looked heartbroken.  He repeatedly rung his hands together, nervously tugging at the skin. 

Stephanie continued her thoughts, adding, “You don’t want people to hurt like you did when your parents were attacked… and this is noble, if a bit self-centred… but I get that.  You don’t think that I don't spend so much of my time thinking about what I will have to do to redeem the bad stuff my dad has done—”

“You’re not responsible for your dad.”

“Neither are you responsible for your parents.  But Tim… you didn’t do what was best for me, you did the best for your own ego and made my safety fit around that…  And my mom…”

“Tell me what to do.”  With that Tim left the bed and knelt on the floor next to Stephanie.  He grasped her hands, earnestly holding them, and tried to catch her eye.

“What?”

“Batman hasn’t come back yet… I’m frightened something has happened.  I know what he would want, for me to sit out of the way, even if it means he gets hurt.”

“What do you want?”

“I want you to forgive me and I want to chase after Batman, but neither matter.  What I want doesn’t matter.  Not now.  You haven’t had a choice this whole night.  You’ve got one now.  Tell me what to do.”

Pausing only for a moment, Stephanie knew exactly what she wanted, what she had wanted right from the start.

“…Gear up with whatever is in this place and take me with you to my mom...  I wanna bash my dad’s head in until he passes out.”  She confessed quickly, and not entirely ashamed.

Tim nodded slowly, contemplating how to get her wish fulfilled.  He thought of the batmobile, still waiting outside the building for its owner to come collect it.  Tim smiled absentmindedly.

“I can do that.”

“Eh?!  No, you can’t!”

Stephanie jumped a mile at Oracle’s interference and Tim looked up at the ceiling.

“I’m not asking!  Batman is in trouble, isn’t he?”

“…That’s not for you to fix!”  Her voice was barked, though it was not entirely confident.

“We can help!  Can Nightwing get here in time to help?”

“He’s held up.”  Oracle confessed. 

“He once said part of being Robin was disobeying orders.  The jig is up, fine, but that doesn’t mean I can’t make like a Robin and spoil the bad guys plans.  A little anarchy, it’s good for the soul.”

Stephanie laughed, approving of Tim’s optimism.  Oracle on the other hand, sounded more defeated.

“Tim –”

“Is there anyone else on hand who can help?”

“No…”

“Then we’re going.”

Stephanie looked around the room, trying to see where the electronic voice was coming from.

“I promise I’ll stay in the car, if that helps any?”  Stephanie voiced.  “Not like I can really go jumping and running at the moment.”

“This is a bad idea.”

“Oh, for sure!”  Tim leaned over Stephanie and buttoned up the rest of her shirt, to which she covered her mouth to avoid laughing too hard.  He slid on her shoes with a little effort.  “But I’m just doing what I’m told.”  He whispered, then heaved her upwards.  She curled around, once again resting on his back.  A solid ache from her wait down was enough to make her grunt and inhale sharply every now and then, but it was tolerable.  She was going to see this through.

“Let’s save my mom and the Batman.”  She whispered.

[ask-ophyon-blog]

HI im not dead im just really busy, i came here to check if this blog was flagged but i might as well give an update: HI as i said im not dead nor is this blog im just busy with some personal big projects, after i get those at least mostly finished i want to get this blog back up and running again. it seems like a lot of people like it, and im still hella into cccats so yeah, yay, not dead. I will be adding 3 more askable cccats to this blog. since my last post, ive acquired 3 more! Ophyon will still be the main but i just cant leave out my other babs. (one of them is ophyons boyfriend 0w0) since ive been gone ive been working for the creator of cccats, wellhidden, to help make npc cccats for the upcoming cccat art role play game! i cant say much about it now but in the future, when im aloud, i will be showing off what ive been working on.  For those of you who are interested in getting a cccat the ARPG is your place! from what ive heard you will be able to participate and earn your own cccat! see ya for now, ill will be back soon, hopefully.

[andremarcusburky]

Red part 2

William Nylander soulmate!au

A/N: Soooo thank you soooo soooo much for the notes and everything!!! I really didn't think I was gonna get requests for part 2 (even though I kinda wanted to do it anyway) but there were a few and I'm so excited honestly so thank you all so much!!

Requested: yes

[Part one]

Auston sat down next to William, but not before noticing his stare into the crowd, also not before noticing a girl staring back at Willy.

“So thats why you're acting weird, who is she? And why were you staring like that? Its weird.” Auston questioned his teammate. William didn't answer at first, too dumbfounded by the color on his wrist. He just looked up at his teammate, a smile growing slowly on his lips.

“Okay dude you're seriously acting weird” Auston said, now a bit worried.

William turned his wrist to show him the tattoo, Auston going dead quiet once he saw. His mouth was agape and he quickly turned to look at the girl in the stands. She was sitting down with a smile on her lips, a faint blush tainting her cheeks. Auston turned back to his teammate and gave him a big hug.

“Dude fuck the goal, you’re gonna go get that girl!” he exclaimed loudly making the rest of the players on the bench turn towards them. Auston grabbed Williams wrist, showing them the colorful flower. 

It was like a dream. Y/N barely even saw the goal, it all happened so fast. The puck was suddenly in the net and her wrist was itching worse than ever before The player, number 29, jumped the boards just in front of her. She cheered happily and stood up, just before catching his eye. The itching stopped, just like that. Everything stopped, to be honest. They looked into each others eyes for what seemed like a year, yet at the same time only a split second. 

His teammate grabbed his head and ended their staring contest. Her entire body felt light. She felt like she was flying, like her entire life was without any worries. She felt whole, like her world was complete. 

The woman sitting in front of her had once again turned around, this time her husband had too. T/N didn't notice though, too caught up in whatever had just happened. They both looked at the young girl fondly, before the man broke the silence and snapped Y/N back to reality.

“Congratulations, honey. We wish you the best of luck” he said, confusing you. 

“What?” you asked, still feeling a bit out of it. Maybe they’re soulmates because they're both weird as fuck, you thought to yourself.

“I saw the way you and Nylander looked at each other. The itching has stopped, hasn't it?” the woman asked you. You just stared at her for a second, before turning your head towards your friend who was looking even more confused than you were. You slowly pulled your sleeve up. The black and white flower which once clad your wrist was gone, replaced by a fiery red lily.

You couldn't believe what had happened, it couldn't be real. You just stared at your flower while you heard Emily gasping beside you.

“Oh my god! What the hell Y/N? Nylander, as in William Nylander?” she practically yelled, catching the attention of several people around you. You quickly covered your wrist and hushed your friend, not feeling comfortable with peoples stares. You could’ve sworn you looked like a tomato, but a very happy tomato. 

You turned your head towards the bench which William was sitting on, only to realize that pretty much the entire team was watching you. If you looked like a tomato before, you didn't want to know what you might’ve looked like at that moment.

Eventually, you saw where William was sitting. He too had his gaze on you. As your eyes met, he smiled warmly before mouthing a “hi”. You smiled back, unable to break the stare. It wasn't until the person appearing to be his coach got in the way that you once again managed to snap back to reality. You looked at the couple in front of you again, giving them a big smile.

The news had made its way to Babs. He came up to William as he once again was sharing a moment with his soulmate.

“Willy, I get that you're a bit distracted but you have to keep your head in the game. I’ll get someone to make sure you'll meet her later. But until then, impress her. Okay?” Babs gave him a stern look before a smile broke out. “Im real happy for you” he said before standing back, watching the game once again.

It was hard, trying to focus on hockey when all he wanted was to talk to girl whose name he didn't even know. He managed to score another goal though, along with getting one assist on Matts goal. The caps apparently also found out about what had happened. As a fight broke out right before third period ended, Nicklas skated up to William and gave him a big hug. He said something about looking forward to seeing a new team Sweden fan before going off to his bench. 

The game ended that way, 3-1 for the leafs. William looked towards the stands where the girl had been sitting, being met by a warm smile and a wave. He waved back before before going to the locker room. 

Y/N felt nervous as she and Emily followed a security guard to what probably was an area only for players and their closest. The guard eventually stopped and told them to wait. A few other people were there as well, some with jerseys  and some in normal clothing. They all seemed to know each other. A couple people came through a door, hugging their relatives or friends or whatever they were.

“They’re players, Y/N. William should come any moment!” Emily whispered in your ear excitedly. A few of the players eyed you before looking at each other. “He’ll be here any second, media wanted some interviews but he’s doing all he can to speed it up” one of them spoke, looking at you. It took a second before you realized he was speaking to you. 

“Oh, okay, thanks.” you answered awkwardly. there was no protocol for how to act in a situation like this. What do you say to your soulmates teammates when you haven't even met your soulmate? Before anyone could say anything else though, the doors opened again, reveling a blonde haired beauty.

He looked around the room before his eyes landed on yours, a smile breaking out on his face. 

“Hi” he spoke. “Hi” you answered, a smile now making its way onto your face. he made his way up to you, unsurely sticking out his hand for you to shake.

“I’m William, its.. its really nice to meet you” he spoke softly, seeming a bit nervous too. You shook his slightly clammy hand, not minding it at all. His grip was somewhat rough, like he didn't want to let you go. yet it was also soft, you might even say it was loving.

“I’m Y/N, its nice to meet you too” you answered, laughing lightly at the weird situation. He repeated your name to himself in a whisper. “thats a really pretty name” He looked down at your wrist to see the red lily. “I really do like lilys”

A blush once again made its way to your face. You let go of each others hands, but you immediately wanted to touch him again. You didn't really say anything for a few seconds, just looking at each other. Eventually though, William started giggling. He probably didn't know what to do in this situation either. “can I hug you?” he asked. You didn't really answer, you just wrapped your arms around him and help him tightly. It wasn't awkward anymore, it wasn't weird. It was right, it felt right. It felt like you'd been waiting your entire life for this, just to hold him close. 

William introduced you to the team, all while keeping an arm around your waist. He then insisted on taking you out for dinner, which you complied to after convincing him it couldn't be a fancy place. you were after all in jeans and a hoodie. 

About 30 minutes later, you were sat in a booth at a nice bbq place not far from your campus. He told you about the places he grew up in, including Sweden. in return you told him about your family and Connecticut, and though your life could in no way compare to his, he seemed so genuinely interested that you kept talking. he had a way with you, he got you to open up in a way thats never happened before. you're not normally extremely shy, but you're also not the center of attention kind of person. with William though, it seemed as if everything came rushing out of you. every story you’ve always wanted to tell, every joke you've been too afraid to make. and he seemed to love it. 

William had bought you a red rose on your way there, it was beautiful. you’d never really cared too much for roses, but right now you couldn't help but adore the cliché flower from Prince Charming. in that moment you decided that it was your favorite flower, only to now realize you still didn't know what was etched into the skin of Williams wrist. you gently took his hand and lifted the fabric of his shirt. I guess I really do have a favorite flower now.

i gotta be honest I didn't really like this part that much but I realized I don't know what to put in this part so here ya go

this was the last part, however Ive realized I kinda like writing so if I come up with ideas I might post something here and there. thank you all for the feedback I got from the first part! it really meant a lot 💕💕

[eddiesprincess95]

Pete x reader angst

This is based on a nightmare I had the other night it was a lot worse in the nightmare than what ive wrote lol but anyway

id like to give credit to @theprestigious0ne for being so so amazing and helping me thank you lovely

Warning:Swearing and angst

I'm sorry if its not very good but please let me know if you like it

I was sitting backstage in the cafeteria with Sasha, Bayley, Trent and Tyler.  I was pushing my food around not being very hungry.  “Bab, what’s the matter? Is it Pete again? I know he’s with her, but I promise she’s going home tomorrow and he will be by your side again in no time, plus love, you could do better.  We love him in all, but you deserve the best and Pete’s taken” Trent frowned and took my hand running his thumb over the back of my hand.  “Trent it’s not him I’m fine I promise it’s just I’m nervous for tonight, its Raw25 and I have a match for the raw woman’s title I promise” he gave me a skeptical look and I smiled at him fakely trying to get him to believe me.  I knew he could tell that my smile was fake, but I couldn’t be bothered to have this talk for the millionth time.  Sasha, Bayley, Trent and Tyler were the only ones who knew about my crush on my best friend Pete.  

I got up from the table, “I’m gonna go get ready for my match I think you lot should do the same” I chuckle just to make them not worry and I walk away to my locker room.  On the way there I saw the one person that was on my mind all the time, my best friend, my crush, Pete.  He was currently in the middle of being basically all over his girlfriend, which caused my heart to hurt and I walked away trying to hold in the tears until I was at least hidden away.  Which is exactly what happened as soon as the door closed to my locker room, I burst into tears and leant against the door, sliding down it as I clutched my chest.  Pete had been going out with her for a few years and it never got any easier to see them together when I was so in love with him, it just seemed to make the pain worse and worse.

After my short sobbing session, I got up off the ground and dusted myself off and stood up walking over to my bag and getting into my ring gear and I fix my hair taking it out of my messy bun and brushing it through with my fingers.  I touched up my make up so that it wasn’t all smudged from the crying and I left the locker room heading to the gorilla.  Usually Pete would be here to give me a hug and give me encouraging words to give me the confidence to go into my match with, but he was clearly busy with other things.  I saw Pete and his girlfriend heading towards the cafeteria his arm round her shoulders and holding her hand whilst her arm was round his waist and he actually had a smile on his face.  My chest started hurting again but I couldn’t go out into the match with my head on other things, so I tried to block it out.  I heard my entrance music and I knew it was time to win this title I was sure I had it in the bag.  

I lost.  I was gutted, crushed, I let him get to my head and for that split second of non-concentration, Alexa had knocked me out, getting the pin.  I walked backstage seeing Pete wrapped up in his girlfriend’s arms waiting for his match, so I kept my head down, but it didn’t stop him noticing me.  “Hey (Y/N) that was a good match I’m sorry you didn’t win the title you deserved it much more than Alexa” I nodded and gave him a small smile and a nod before walking away to go get ready to leave the building. I didn’t want to be here after my loss.  I headed into the locker room again and turned on the tv so that I could watch Pete’s match, just because I was upset didn’t mean I wasn’t going to support him and cheer him on.  I always did I just wasn’t in the cafeteria with all my friends being happy.  I sighed and walked into the bathroom for a quick shower, so I could be out in time for Pete’s match to start.

Once I was out, dried and dressed I felt better and I decided that I would go meet up with the guys to watch the end of Pete’s match.  As soon I stepped into the cafeteria where Sasha, Trent, Tyler and Bayley where they tried to keep me away from the tv screen which I found a bit odd.  “Sweetie please come with me to my locker room I need to show you something” “(Y/N) come with me I need to tell you something, but not here” “Love could you do me a favor…” “GUYS!! What on earth is going on??” I shouted and managed to get past them as they all talked at once.  Tears were burning in my eyes as I watched the monitors closely.  Pete had won his match and called his girlfriend to come out to the ring.  My heart stopped when he had knelt down in front of her.  But these weren’t tears of happiness, those were tears of disappointment and anger, especially tears of being heartbroken.  I watched the monitors and it felt like the world stopped and I couldn’t breathe.  “(Y/N)? We’re so sorry” Tyler came up and hugged me, but I couldn’t move.

After a while I shook my head and smiled blinking away the tears as I turned and looked at the four.  “I’m fine guys I’m happy for him congrats to him” I tried to walk away from them all, but Trent and Sasha had a good hold on me and I tried to fight to get out of the hold.  “WILL YOU FUCKIN LET GO OF ME NOW!!” I screamed at them not being able to hold in the tears anymore.  This was supposed to be a special night I was supposed to become woman’s champion and I was supposed to have Pete by my side, but this was all turning into a nightmare.  I finally got out of their grip only to bump into the two people I certainly didn’t want to see, Pete and his now fiancée, the very thought of it breaking my heart even more.  “(Y/N), what’s wrong? what’s the matter?” Pete asked and let go of her hand to which she rolled her eyes and before he went into hug me I escaped and ran off to my locker room picked up my bag as fast as I could and tried to head to my car, but I heard the door of my locker room shut and lock.

“(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N), where on earth are you going? Not having a good night aww poor baby” Pete’s girlfriend pouted clearly mocking me.  “You just can’t handle the fact that the guy you’re in love with is now engaged to me and right after you lost your match” she laughed as I gripped my bag hard that my knuckles were turning white, all I wanted to do was go home and cry myself to sleep but it wasn’t happening anytime soon not with her in the way and in a happy mean mood.  “Yes, he knows by the way, that you love him, he just laughed and pretended to gag I mean look at you compared to me” she smirked and flashed the ring in my face which caused me to swallow the lump in my throat.  I wasn’t scared of her I just wanted away from her and to be honest Pete as well.  “look what do you want I’m just trying to get home so that I can do shit that I have to do” “oh no bitch, you don’t get to get away that easily, you better stay away from Pete from now on, we are the ones that are engaged not you and him like in your dreams” she laughed and I tried not to punch her but I did shove by her, only for her to trip me up and I hit my head off the bench.  It only hurt for a second, but I didn’t realize there was blood coming from the cut in my forehead.

I finally got out of the room and instantly bump into Pete and everyone, they looked at me in shock horror and began with the multiple questions of “are your okay’s” “what happened” “what the fuck” until I cracked.  “WILL EVERYONE JUST PLEASE LET ME GO HOME!!! I have had a fuckin shit night, I was supposed to become woman’s champion but didn’t and now I find out that I’ve lost the one person that I have loved for years” I screamed and sobbed as I looked at Pete who had a shocked expression on his face, but I didn’t care anymore I was heartbroken I had nothing left to lose.  “Yeah Pete I love you I have for as long as I can remember but I know you don’t feel the same it’s obvious that you love your fiancée more, in fact you know what I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough for you to see how much I needed you tonight and how much I love you because you were so oblivious to everything and I’m done tonight I’ve been heartbroken enough” I sobbed and ran off to the parking lot climbing up a few flights of stairs to get to my car.  As soon as I got to it I collapsed beside it, leaning up against it I cried into my hands.  The parking lot was empty, so my cries echoed through the whole place.  

After a while I felt someone sit beside me and pull me into their arms hugging me tightly, I didn’t need to look up to see who it was “What are you doing here shouldn’t you be with everyone?” I looked up and saw Pete shaking his head and he pulled me into his lap.  “I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry I wasn’t there before your match tonight god I’m just sorry about everything” he played with my hair knowing it calmed me down all the time even when we were younger “you have nothing to be sorry for Pete I shouldn’t have screamed and shouted like that especially what I said” I blushed remembering id told him I loved him to his face in front of his girlfriend or fiancée should I say.  “Was it true?? What you told me back there?” I nodded my head not looking at him being far too embarrassed.  “Pete look,” “No (Y/N), please listen, I do love you but in a friend way, I’m sorry I can’t love you back the way you do I love my fiancée and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about my surprise for her, I had no idea you felt that way for me” he sighed and I felt my heart break all over again so I stood up and wiped away my tears getting into my car.  “I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough I guess I can’t be your friend anymore Pete it hurts too much, I love you Pete more than she ever will so don’t bother coming crying to me when she breaks your heart I hope you know she’s the reason for this cut on my head goodbye Pete have a nice life” and with that I drove off home leaving Pete behind in the parking lot with his own broken heart.  

[seoschangbin]

please rachel is cute!!!😭💕💞congrats on your freedom!!! i saw your text post about having to do some peer grading🥺it sounds tedious): and then people not doing it properly, gosh😤i hope you can get through them quickly n still have time to relax!💕but i’m glad next semester is gonna be full of fun classes, it’s what you deserve!!! i just know it’ll be one of your best semesters yet😌💕and graduating in april!!! omg :0 congrats!!! that’s such a huge accomplishment hehe. -🎁💫

mndjdj UR cute!! tho waking up at 2am to get to the airport aint it 😬✈️ hehe i finished the peergrade it went better than i thought im so dramatic nd mean 😭 (jk i was v nice imo) ur so sweet i dont deserve u 😭i hope 2020 is good for us both and we both have a good winter semester ❤️ (not sure yours is even called winter) scared for grad but also wouldnt be able to do another semester ahah 😥

do you plan on going to higher education or are ya just gonna chill for a bit?😌that’s true!!! almost halfway! and i’m done with my gen ed classes so now i just gotta focus on my major!!! i don’t really like the uni life so this extra year sounds like hell to me😭but i guess i should start trying to put myself out there more n make the best of my last years😭😔man😭well you tried your best rachel!!! n that’s all that matters😌💕-🎁💫

i applied for grad school! but we'll see how that goes 😣 ooh gen ed is the worst imo bc then u get the fun specialized stuff! 😊 oh noo why dont you like uni? 😔 but i hope you find smth to enjoy in the last years, thats when i started to really enjoy it anyways! 🥰

LITERALLY😭😭felix is just the softest n he’s so utterly sweet!!! he’s been making me go through it lately especially since he keeps on being the ultimate cutie and posting stuff of him being at the dog cafe🥺🤲🏼skz variety😚i saw that video where we get to see chan’s studio n he’s with bin n ji and gosh the tiny teasers we got other songs... omg😳💕i’ve been having levantar on repeat as well, i think she’s gonna dethrone i am who for me😳yeah i dance but i’m not good!!!-🎁💫

omg i KNOW rly goin thru it w felix lately 😭 the dog cafe bls mjsjjdd hes so cute 😭 omg i KNOW!! the seungbin duet bls.. for me.. release it 😭 all the songs sound so so lovely im excited for their future 🙇🏻‍♀️ omg levanter.. shes that gal taking over the world! aww its ok hehe if u have fun then thats all that matters ☺️ how did u get into it?

i used to dance when i was younger but i went through a i’m shy phase n gave it up🚶🏻‍♀️recently i’ve been trying to get back into tho!!! my only source of lessons atm is felix’s dance to😚honestly that’s so valid bc skz titles are always so so so good n leave you with vastly different feelings🥺🤲🏼who knows😭😭😭chan does n says the weirdest stuff sometimes but it’s okay he’s still a cutie🥺right!!! i’m really glad they got a win! they're accomplishing so much n i am so!!! proud😭💞-🎁💫

omg felix nd his dance lessons hes so awkward but endearing bro  is there any dances ur looking forward to learning or currently learning?  i agree skz kings of versatility! i know!! they did so much this yr good job skz ️

i wonder if they’re gonna do more stages n if there’s possible for them to get more wins... i think they’re done right? just fansigns left? hmmm. changbin always gotta play hard to get i guess😤and omg yeah i guess so!!! bc i’ve realized that i listen to mostly jype artists :0 sometimes jype is ya kno... Yeah but i can’t deny that i love most of their groups🏃🏻‍♀️-🎁💫

i think they r done! but im honestly so hazy on their schedule i just take what im given LOL 😭 i love looking at fantakens from their fansigns though i hope they have more! mjdjf mood about jype... but their groups.. pure nd good! not rly relates but did u ticket this past week for skz hehe?

i’d like to file a complaint… 😭😭😭hyunjin is just so powerful, i always think how lucky jinnie stans are bc he just loooooves spoiling stays😚💓ooo i’ve heard of victon but i’ve never watched their variety! there’s so many groups i want to eventually listen n learn about tho and victon is one of em!!! i watched a few eps of that mx variety where they’re with PUPPIES😭i still need to finish it but so far… jooheon can get it and by get it i mean n my heart😞🤲🏼-🎁💫

omg i KNOW hj be like bf vibes always spoiling... omg victon is the CUTEST and theyre always on vlive itll be my mission to get you into them! 😉 omg i havent seen the whole puppy one yet but theyre so pure nd cute! i also recommend mx ray hehe! and hes jooheon must be protected hes the sweetest bab!

oh my goodness please i’ve seen clips of that moment!!!! changbin looks ULTRA teeny tiny i couldn’t believe!!!! so much cuteness in such a tiny body😭💞right!!! i love their friendship so much i just love how attentive they are with each other n how they always play around too hehe, its adorable!!! i will never get over felix whipping out that damn egg, king of comedic timing!!! yes!!! chan n changbin!!💕chan is a mega libra n as a fellow libra i couldnt resist! n changbin is changbin🥺-🎁💫

hes the teeniest i always go back to him on the zipline hes my babyyy 😔❤️ he looks scary but hes. baby.. his muscles r made of love.. mjsjd i KNOW feliz out of nowhere: 🥚 cute.. changbin n chan r a good bias pair! just the sweetest

being a changbin stans can never catch a break bc binnie's whole existence is just utter cuteness most times i can’t handle it, i blame his mega leo energy😭i’m into mostly nintendo n indie games! also its super cheesy but i love chill games like farming games or animal crossing! you too rachel! get plenty of rest n omg i hope you enjoy your vacation!!! being at the beach is the best🥰💞gotta apply buckets of sunscreen then!!! i burn so easily too so i feel your pain😔-🎁💫

omg i KNOW bin is just the epitome of cuteness i never thought id ever stan the aegyo boy 😭 ooh! do u have a fav game? and i hear animal crossing is super fun nd i love chill games so not cheesy at all!! im sure when im back the first thing ill say is damn.. never seen my skin peel like That ⚠️

and no worries!!! please take your time n enjoy your vacation😚💞but goodness you’re so sweet! i’m glad i was able to finish the thing i made for You hehe, i’m excited for you to see!!!🥰💞its been lots of fun chatting!!! even tho i feel so bad for rambling on n on at times😭but i hope this week treats you well rachel n you have the loveliest n bestest holiday!!! -🎁💫

i decided not to bring my laptop this time so i wont be able to finish what i had in mind until january i hope u dont mind! but omg stoP u made me smth 😭 ive enjoyed talking to u sm too thank u for being the sweetest 🥰 i hope u enjoy the week as well and take lots of time to rest!