#i have no answers

[xshrimpcake]

she can have a bite as a little treat

[malfiora]

Can't Get Enough

by captainBAEhab

Tags: GrayWing, getting together, previous DickKory, fluff, thirst traps

The first time they met was...less than stellar. Kori had been raving about her new boyfriend for ages and finally got to introduce him to the Titans during their annual holiday party. "You'll like him, he's from Gotham," he'd been assured.

Nightwing is curious – until in walks the princeling of Gotham, Dick Fucking Grayson. There's a blissful moment in which he thinks (knows) this is a mistake, but, nope, Kori is greeting him with a kiss and heart eyes. How had they even met? And what could Kori have possibly seen in him?

He watches to find out. Dick waltzes around, flashing his best paparazzi smile at the Titans and regaling them with ridiculous socialite stories. What's worse is that everyone else is actually charmed by this, if the faint blushes and waving hands are any indication.

When Dick finally makes his way over to him, he gives Nightwing a sweeping look and his smile tightens to a smirk. "You, I know," he declares. "My family's cleaned up enough of your messes."

And so Nightwing vows to hate the guy, even if the others vouch for him.

"Oh, c'mon, he was trying to be nice," Troia says. No.

"Yeah, isn't that just how Gothamites say 'hello'?" Beast Boy tries. Nope.

Nightwing gets the last laugh when Dick and Kori break up three months later.

---

Or so he'd thought. As fate would have it, night shift in Gotham falls to Nightwing one weekend. Batman and Robin are off world, Red Robin is on the West Coast, the Batgirls are on the other side of the world for a "mission" (read: vacation), and Red Hood won't return his calls. And apparently some upstart gang thinks it's the perfect window to kidnap a Wayne for ransom. But not just any Wayne, oh no.

Dick Fucking Grayson is sitting in the middle of a dingy room, gagged and tied to a folding chair. Nightwing removes the zip ties first and the gag absolutely last. As soon as he's able to, Dick pushes off the chair to stand but immediately falls back into it with a grunt.

"Whoa, take it easy," and Nightwing scans him for injuries. "Looks like your ankle is sprained."

"Doesn't matter, the girl –"

Nightwing raises an eyebrow. "What girl?"

"The other victim." Turns out, the upstart gang is more daring than they initially seemed and kidnapped two hostages. "I'm not leaving her, I have her my word."

It's a bad idea, he should complete Dick's rescue before going back for another hostage, but Dick's eyes are burning with determination and it's crumbling his resolve. "Fine," Nightwing sighs, "hang onto me."

They hobble down the hall to another dilapidated room. Huddled in the corner is a girl, probably a preteen, with smudged glasses and a shock of red hair. She launches herself at Dick the moment she sees him and hugs him around the middle.

"Hey, Carrie," he says through a pained smile and he pats her head. "I told ya I'd come back for you. And I brought a friend."

Carrie peeks up at him and smiles. Nightwing crouches so he's level with her. "Hey, Carrie, my friend here's a little hurt, so I need your help. Is that okay?" She squeezes Dick tighter but eventually lets go and nods. "Awesome. I need you to go a few steps ahead of us and tell me if you see or hear anyone coming. If you do, make this signal with your hands." And he flaps his hands like a bird.

"Like this?" She imitates the gesture.

"You're a natural."

Carrie diligently checks around every corner as Nightwing supports Dick through the building. Either the goons all left or they get extremely lucky, but they don't encounter anyone, and soon enough they're free of the lair. GCPD arrives a minute later with paramedics, so Nightwing gives Dick over to the paramedics and calls it a day. But not before he watches Dick smile down at Carrie and offer his hand to her while they wait for her parents.

See, he's never seen this side of Dick before. Warmth, protectiveness, concern for someone and something other than his hair and his fancy clothes and gaudy cars. It's...weird and vulnerable and a little precious, and so now Nightwing is curious – what else is there to Dick Fucking Grayson?

Which, of course, leads him to Twitter. He scrolls through Dick's posts and retweets, just skimming, all the way back to when he first created it, just as part of his investigation. It's not obsessive if he's only looking, right? It's a patchwork of silly ramblings, vague political statements encouraging Gothamites to vote without endorsing anyone, links to interviews with various Waynes, and photos of charity events. Normal, even a little thoughtful. Must be Dick's PR team, right? Except that wouldn't explain the thirst traps.

There aren't many, but they're there, sprinkled into perfectly innocuous posts. Hashtag-no-filter selfies of him allegedly just waking up, post work out poses, fit checks in various dressing rooms, just there, for everyone to – FUCK.

He accidentally liked one of the posts.

And so now Nightwing is faced with a dilemma: does he un-like it and pretend it was a mistake? Or leave it there and act nonchalant? Dick is going to get the notification either way, and moment now –

"Well hello there 😏" comes the DM notification from @ not_a_dick_joke and nonononono this can not be happening right now. "Glad you liked the pic! But here's a more recent one" and sure enough Nightwing gets an alert saying he's got a photo.

Dare he? Should he open the messages to see? Well...a peek couldn't hurt at this point. Lo and behold, it's another thirst trap, this one of Dick with his shirt half unbuttoned and holding a sign with a scribbled 'to my savior' on it.

Nope. That's enough Internet for the day. Nightwing logs off of Twitter and considers deleting the app for five whole minutes before doing something more productive like polish his wingdings again.

---

And everything is fine for another couple weeks, in which Dick definitely sends more selfies and Nightwing definitely looks at them and leaves him on read and this is definitely normal and healthy behavior for both of them. Until it isn't.

@ not_a_dick_joke: is getting kidnapped the only way I'll get you to talk to me? okay then 😊

What...what does that mean? Holy fuck, is Dick Fucking Grayson going to get himself kidnapped just to get Nightwing to talk to him? That's just...(stupid/hot/crazy/sweet).

So naturally, Nightwing must check on him. He drops by Wayne Manor, onto a balcony he's seen Batman use before. Sure enough, Dick is there, waiting, elbows leaning on the balustrade. He grins when he sees Nightwing.

"So that did the trick, huh? I was wondering what I'd do to get you over here if that didn't work." And then he's tugging at Nightwing's wrist and pulling him inside the manor. "C'mon, I wanna show you something." He tossed a wink back at him. "Something I can't post on Twitter."

[a-s-levynn]

Tiny Token compilation

[atlas9248]

I will be dead and in the dirt when I stop making shitposts based on the other mad geniuses in this fandom. Here’s a crackship for your troubles.

This one was by the first creator to cook up JorYor (mind the tags and all that)

Oh but it keeps going

[solitarybookdragon]

thought for the day: why don't all countries drive on the same side of the road?

Capitalism

[snnynatural]

happy halloween from my two unserious children @antiqsvchotic

[hersurvival]

How long before the others start to catch on

That I'm always leaving work early?

It doesn't feel fair, I feel guilty

Because I know no one wants to be there.

But something is wrong, medically,

And I'm physically not strong enough right now.

I've been granted an exemption for two weeks,

I don't have to stay after opening.

Hoping by then I can find out something,

Anything.

An answer?

With a simple remedy?

God, I feel as though that's wishful thinking.

I can't stop circling back to "this is it"

Every time I find a new bruise,

My whole body shaking,

My legs giving out underneath me.

Exhausted with extreme trouble sleeping,

Probably due to the excess worrying.

[thatsneakymedic]

// I get back to tumblr after so many months and now I see this naruto anon drama and trouble that have been putting callout posts on. What the hell is going on? And yeeeeeaaaaaahhhhhhh, I'm going to not touch that with a 12-foot pole since I have always been wary of these anon rpers.

Guess my gut instinct was right. >_>

[dyrewrites]

I forgot how much tree sex happens in this book.

I am sorry (not sorry?) to everyone who reads this thing when it is finished...

[hb-writes]

When new twilight fanfic?

🔫🦆

Jk take your time <3

[thefandomlesbian]

Another day and I'm trapped back in revision hell trying to write chapter 9 of my Wilson Lives AU from a third party perspective and failing

[a-s-levynn]

Bed time for you or jail. (I told you I'm tucking you in.)

Just wait a sec, give me five more minutes I am full of redbulls on the inside --

and very fucking awake, and i couldn't find a rhyme 🤦🏻

BUT

I've got more cans in the freezer cooling And a heavy need to do some drawing If my fate is to be tucked in blankets And if my mind is a half squashed cricket Give me till twilight to feed my habit Give me one last sip from the chilled canister

[treesinspace]

I keep wondering about Coronabeth and Ianthe, specifically what Coronabeth is keeping from her sister. Ianthe seems to think she knows everything about Corona and can predict/manipulate her perfectly.

But then we have Corona saying that she should "ask Nona how I look and ask Ianthe what I think", because Nona will always tell her she looks beautiful, and Ianthe will always say what she wants her to think.

That scene makes me INSANE

That Corona is so CONFIDENT in her ability to manipulate Ianthe's perceptions! Has she done that before? For what purpose? WHAT is the daylight that fits between the Tridentarii! I need to KNOW!

Vaguely connected to that:

All those hints to Corona and Ianthe are working towards some (macroeconomic?) goal together... what are they PLANNING! Is Coronabeth really on board? Does she have some other plan that Ianthe is unaware of?

Is Corona Cainabeth and Ianthe Abella?

[dornish-queen]

Sometimes I really hate sharing content and keeping it online for a fandom that is constantly bickering. I understand there are some things that annoy me, like journalists that constantly bring up the daddy thing TO HIS FACE.

But overall the fandom mentality is just tiring. I've been guilty of doing this too. I have judged others for how they choose to enjoy Pedro content. And I'm starting to wonder if that is within my right to do that.

Who am I to judge really? I have my own annoyances that others may not have.

I guess I'm just tired of all the "noise". Because it's not going to go away. Because there's always going to be another Dickgate. Another "girl, you're doing great!" Situation. It all just feels so pointless right now.

At the core, it's seems like people want, need, or lack control. They have no sense of agency or understanding the importance for someone to have their own sense of agency. They feel like they need to control others for something they lack within themselves. I see that in myself and I see it in others. And I don't want to contribute to that toxicity anymore than I already have.

[shittygaypornmagazine]

spill the beans what was in the bookmarks

so I opened ao3. looked at the stats below the fic's description. saw that the number of bookmarks is 75 (you know the holy multiples of 5) and decided to click on it. there was a bunch of cute notes people left like what chapter they are at/that the fic is on their to read list etc and then. as I scrolled down. my eyes have been met with an image.

literally: the note was a pic.

an - anna 💅 girlboss 🍑 24 💕 spain - kind of pic.

so all I have to ask is.

why.

[fraudulentghost]