#ignore the grammar issues

[iliterallydecepticanteven]

So my vacation went a little sideways because some family decided to do shit without asking me and mess everything up which is pretty on brand for them. So I'm mad but! Here's a quick fun drabble I wrote during my free time.

💜

"Fix this. Now."

Mai Nguyen would consider herself a strong woman with an iron resolve. She'd survived all the bullshit that came with being an Asian woman in a STEM field, especially an engineering one, and came out on top every time.

But here, staring down the leader of the Decepticons, her resolve wavered ever so slightly.

Even more so considering said leader was no longer the massive multi-story form he usually took. No, he was currently inhabiting a prototype android body, and it was at least 30% her fault he was stuck in it.

(The other 70% was absolutely Masterson's fault. She's just the fool who helped with the fuel cells and some welding.)

"Sir, we're doing everything we can, but I'm not sure how quickly we can resolve this problem," she explains. Masterson was sitting beside her, pointedly not making eye contact and staying silent. She'd whack him over the head if she could.

But considering the presence of their boss in the meeting, she knew she probably shouldn't do that.

"As previously explained, this will absolutely be temporary, just until your actual body heals up," Governor Nakamura says from where she sits beside Megatron. "Once you're body is deemed repaired enough, your consciousness will be transfered back. Until then, the Gen 9 prototype will contain you and allow you to function."

"Function?" Megatron snaps, whipping his head around to look at her. "How exactly do you expect me to function in my current state?"

Mai and Masterson flinch back but Nakamura doesn't even blink. "You can still communicate with your officers. Paperwork and the like will be transfered to smaller devices. And should battles occur, we can link your neurological system to a similar aircraft for you to utilize."

Megatron glares at her for a moment. The eyes of the Gen 9 were the only inhuman part of the prototypes, with black sclera and pupils any color the user desired. Which in this case, were ruby red. The rest of him was incredibly human, with smooth skin the color of polished mahogany stretched over synthetic muscles and metal joints and even fuel lines that popped like veins when flexed. His hair, black as onyx and brushed back with streaks of gray along his temple, was synthetic but looked like it came out of a shampoo commercial. High cheekbones and a strong jaw accompanied sharp eyes and prominent nose.

He was, like all Gen 9s, drop dead gorgeous. And incredibly pissed.

Mai could sympathize with him, kinda. Sure she'd never been yanked out of her body and into a different one, but she could imagine how rough it would be to go down in battle, bleeding out and barely alive, passing out from blood loss, and waking up in a whole new vessel much smaller than the one she's used to. Kinda.

"And how long will repairs on my body take?" Megatron asks, glaring now at Masterson.

"Medical teams estimate about three days," Nakamura answers calmly, getting him to look over at her again. "For obvious reasons, all repairs will be done by Cybertronians only."

Megatron's jaw flexes but he doesn't protest. Instead he simply nods. "Very well." He stands, towering over them all at a prominent six foot five. "Do not think for a moment that this issue is resolved. However, more pressing matters are at play. I must meet with my officers regarding this change."

Nakamura nods. "Of course. Let me--"

Before she can stand and say anything else, he's leaving, opening the door and disappearing into the hall. The governor sighs heavily as Mai and Masterson watch him go.

"Does he, uh, does he know the way?" Masterson asks.

"No, no he doesn't," Nakamura replies, standing and quickly following after him.

[tauruscookie]

WIP Wednesday Day! (But we ignore the fact that it’s Sunday, shut your mouths)

Been tagged my the amazing @r6shippingdelivery as always, thank you bestie 👊🏾☺️

Tagging anyone else who wants to share their wips cause you’ve tagged the ones I was going to tag. But it doesn’t have to be just stories! Anyways! This is what I’ve been cooking up 😉 (it’s spicy werewolf smut, and I’m still working, nearly 3k-ish words now 😅)

Keep looking at me like that and I just might eat you up सुंदर (beautiful)"

"M-Mark-"

"Indulge me for a few hours aye?"

"Hours?!" Vigil panicked as he was eventually pushed to the ground. And Mute wasted no time to free up the belts against Vigil's waste. But the thought of having to continue for hours was both compelling and at the same time, terrifying, "Wait! Mark! Can- can we-"

"If you stop me one more time, I won't be so gentle," Mute hissed and grabbed Vigil's wrists, holding them beside his head.

Vigil's spine tingled as he heard that authoritative tone. It made him quiver since he knew Mute could rip out anyone's neck if he so desired. But he wouldn't harm Vigil to that extent. But there was a snarl behind his words and a hint of desperation. Something was wrong. He couldn't have been drugged, could he?

"Be a good boy, and sit still for me~" Mute cooed as he returned to his belts.

Pulling them off and tossing them aside. Once they were gone, it was finally time for his pants to which Mute wasted no time tearing them open and apart. Like a beast starving for its prey. Vigil gasped as he felt the restriction in his pants disappearing. Alongside his briefs and soon, the cool breeze welcomed his mild erection.

"I knew you would've wanted this also, look at you. So excited ~" Mute huffed pressing his fingers against Vigil's erection.

The contact made the Korean tremble. He was surprised by the texture of his latex glove. It's slick, yet it's rough. It felt uncomfortable on Vigil's skin, yet it was thrilling. His body was shivering from the experience, and he desperately tried to keep his voice quiet. He didn't want to be caught. But Mute's attention had wandered off from his erection to Vigil's hands as they tried to muffle the sounds escaping his lips. In response, Mute grasped his wrists and pinned them over his head. Moving around so that Vigil could sit perfectly against his groin.

"You don't get to muffle your voice. I want to hear every little squeal you make~" Mute cooed as he went down against Vigil's neck.

His mask, however, was preventing him from savoring the sweetness of Vigil's neck. It prevented him from piercing the softness and staining his neck with love bites. It stopped him from marking his partner. Vigil shuddered as he felt something in his crotch. It was mind-numbing to feel the latex rub his erection up and down.

Worst of all, he could feel Mute prodding him through his clothing. It had an immense feeling about it. Even with the obstruction from his shorts and uniform, it shouldn't be this big. Something was wrong. But Vigil's mind was having difficulty making rational choices. His brain was whirling from the barrage of sensations that had flooded his consciousness.

"Do-do you feel how worked up I'm gettin' for you?" Mute huffed tightly squeezing Vigil's wrists, "How riled up you make me is insane. You should fix your mess."

[mare-sanguis]

The queercoding in Sangcheol's and Jeongwoo's relationship

Let me preface this by saying: everyone is still allowed to see them as whatever they want (a work related relationship, best friends, close friends, soulmates, lovers, and and and) but I think most (if not all at least here on tumblr) can agree it would be ignorant if we completely overshadow just how much queerness there is.

This analysis is brough to you by this thread (why JW is snow white and why SC is the prince) and @thedevildeer latest post. Its not structured and really just a ramble so excuse me if it might sound a little confusing at some points.

Let's start by looking at it through a heteronormative kdrama lense below the cut 

How often do most kdrama fans watch a drama, see the lead man and the lead woman and think "woah, they would look so hot as a couple" even when the drama isn't a romance? Quite often, that's right. That's because most M/F leads are designed to be shipped even outside of the stereotypical romance genre. If it's a crime drama, thriller, mystery etc. Where the focus should solely lie on the plot they will still most likely try to create an M/F duo so most kdrama fans will have something to latch into. It has happened so many times that people dropped a non romance drama because it had no M/F couple, but people apparently want it so badly because how else can they enjoy a non romance drama, right? And kdrama directors/writers know this- they see and read the reviews and work with them; That's why in kdrama land M/F ships are still the norm, still seen as the most canon- even if there is a 2nd ML who has insane chemistry with the 1st ML (perhaps even more than the FL, cuz let's also face it in a lot of kdramas women are written flat)

When the ML is near the FL, everyone immediately interprets all kinds of thoughts into it, even worse when they go as far as to look at each other and hold eye contact, when they worry about each other, support each other, visit each other or are just having a work related conversation. They dont need to confess their love or kiss for the viewer to know they are in love*

Those are all valid points for shipping, that's obivously not the issue- The issue starts when they genuinely can't see the FL as her own character, when they can't seem to understand that men and women can be platonic friends, the issue continues when the 2nd ML appears whos got way more chemistry with the 1st ML or even takes the place of where the FL should be. Its then where the issue peaks- their relationship will automatically treated differently (2nd ML get potentially hated by the M/F shippers even) and it creates rift within the fandom, its shipping and arguments about queerness as a whole (discrediting that queerness is a large spectrum) by cishet fans

Suddenly, if it's M/M those actions I mentioned earlier dont seem romantic anymore, suddenly it's just a simple bromance (and while the term per se isnt homophobic, in these circumstances it sure sounds like it which is why I personally dont like it and rarely use it), best friends caring about each other because homies are homies. ("why can't men stay friends?" we all know that argument) *if they don't confess to each other outright, don't kiss each other, then they aren't i love (last part especially is targeted towards specific BL fans who only think a relationship is valed if they kiss and maje out)

So, this out the way let take a look at SC, JW, HS and BO approach (intentionally or not) on queercoding and the importance of a strong man-woman friendship.

First, let's look at tropes commonly (but not exclusively) found in queer media or media that tries to imply queerness and the similarities they share with SCJW:

Found family (the most common trope in queer media, especially the media that emphasises on realness, as found family serves as a safe space for queer characters when they arent accepted at home)

A strong opposite gender friendship or a friendship that defies traditional views

Color coding (mostly a warm and a cold colour, often times its blue and red)

Language coding (do the characters say they are queer, do they use specific terms, do they confess or declare their love for each other through something deeper; just what are they saying?)

The character design (this is not just about how they look but the desgin as a whole: background story, family, friendships, career, driving force, are they representing something (like a specific color, a flower); what was the creators thought process while creating them)

How do they express love around the person they ador (for example, men express love with touches while women often times use words and actions)

Broken friendships (because old friends dont accept)

Then of course we have common tropes found in all media highlighting love

Clothes sharing

Intense eye contact

Personal space

Lingering

Caring

Hurt/Comfort

Touches

And what do we have here? That's right. Black out s well as SC, JW and HS fit right into the common tropes and the queercoding tropes and yet we see some totally discrediting its validity to exist within the universe because god forbid both JW and SC are queer or viewed as such cuz they both were with women prior and they can't possibly be one of them queers... right?

HS is a really well written female character who's got nuances, a great backstory with a fair share of suffering and the additional nosiness which makes her so special. She is sweet and caring to everyone who seems nice in her eyes. She cares about JW's mother (prior to knowng he's JW's mother so thers no point in saying she does it cuz of JW), cares about Suoh and is genuinely interested in his hobbies. Her character takes care of everyone because she's a med student (you can take a med's job away, but you can never take the job out of a med). This is what her character is about- taking care, worrying. Her purpose in Mucheon was (as we know by ep.13) to find what shes looking for, to find her way back. She is by no means not connected to eithe JW and SC but her story is canonically detached from both JW's and SC's- it takes part in a different pace, in a different setting and through a different lense and most of it happens off screen or throug her observig the people. We rarely get any of her POV's, unless it's either around Suoh or Geonoh. The other times when we do get a POV of her is when SC and JW and in the same frame. Then she is postitioned as the onlooker, the one who observes. When she is alone with JW she gets almost no POV, even less that focuses on her feelings towards him. But the most important thing I said already: her story is detached from SCJW. She grows alone unlike SCJW who grow together. She is that friendship JW needed to show him a part of humanity that got lost with his fake friends. She is to represent and tell that you do not need a large group of friends to feel at home. 

Then there is JW. Beautifully written full of nuances, a tragic yet amazing written backstory- easily to read as a story of someone being queer. A big group of friends, a beautiful home with loving parents and then you got the catalysator which sets the whole plot moving. While for JW it's murder, abuse, gaslighting by friends and people he thought were family, prison and finding new hope in humanity through one person- how can one not look at this and think "yeah it's somewhat reminiscent of someone coming out in a conservative country with traditional family values"? Family and friends ditching before the person can even stand up for themselves, people spreading venomous lies, all the guilt trips, that person shutting themselfs off retreating into their own little world. JW was obviously never meant to be read as such and some even might find this part weird, but it's undeniable he has those classic queercoding tropes. He finds true meaning in humanity again through HS and SC at the same time, yes, but it is SC alone who stands by his side the whole time- every single day. JW feels the safest around SC, falls asleep in his home (therefore also in his presence) and gives in to being taken care of only when SC is around, he also laughs at his dumbs jokes and makes sure to catch his reactions when he is sassy (handing out flyers scene or the scene at the scrapyard). JW is meant to not grow alone but together with someone else- and that someone is SC. who he shares the exact same pain with. He sees the good in people- he sees the good in SC so he keeps on pursuing him even when he would reject him. Because he can see himself in him. Because he feels he's different- just like him. (And isnt it like: Queer people know someone is queer when they see one?). We cannot forget him being a metaphor for Snow White which imo solidifies the queercoding in him even more and how he steps in to save SC and then again to support him by beating up those debt collectors. (Also, just a random little side note: I think it's funny how he's either loved or hated, there was no inbetween. BM and MS hated him, they were eaten up by jealousy; BY, NG, DE and the twins loved him (also again, random side note to me any anyone who cares: it's so easy to read the feelings GO felt towards JW prior and post time skip as more than just friendship tbh which again, adds to the queerness layer))

And then there is SC, just as complex and full of nuances like JW. Having an almost identical tragic backstory to hm even- losing the love of his life. While hes story is way more difficult to decipher as queercoding, his character is most definitely not. He is portrayed as rude and rough towards any criminal and at the beginning of the story we genuienly dont know where we stand with him with this ever fluxuating personality. He is hurt, struggles, doesn't even seem to know himself very well, has seen a lot and he also doesnt trust anyone (as seen when he immediately clocks BM as suspicious when the review the CCTV footage) except JW. How come he trusts him more, even after he had accused him of the hit and run accident, but is side eying everyone the moment the incident with the mother happens? When he should have more trust in his own people then defending and caring for a guy whos accused him of causing the car accident. Even when he finds out JW apparently killed the girls, his actions towards him are differet than the actions we see him taking against the guy he chases after in the beginning. We see him falter and struggle even more in the manhole when he's threatening to shoot JW, we see it again when they are at the shed and JW is reinacting the murder scene- he is reluctant. Even when using violence against JW. Because, just like him, SC feels they are the same. And it doesn't even take much time for him to switch side- we can see him questioning everything onwards from from episode 4 during their first team dinner. And when he switches side he suddenly becomes so soft and caring- completely taking on the role of a possible love interest in both drama, romance and fairytale. Because he has seen the good in JW, saw the same suffering, this unfair treatment. He is a character not meant to grow alone but together and this togethes is only JW. JW still has HS by his side but in SC's world there was only JW who shows him all aspects of what it means to be a good human being. It's through him he grows. 

Their shared journey:

To quote Leo Buscaglia again "Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around."

And isn't this what SC's and JW's shared bond is about? How they grow with and around each other- thanks to each other.

The little things SC does to make JW more comfortable, to show him love still exists? He takes him home without thinking twice because he's worried he might get sick when he could've taken him back to his house. He dresses him up in his clothes, let him sleep on his couch, in his blankets, gives him something warm to eat and drink (the glass of milk will never stop making me sob), showers him in touches and shows him warmth through them, always reaching after him because he's afraid something might happen to him, watches out for him, observes his reactions and waits for him. The little things JW does to SC- giving him a reality check that not everything is as it seems, graduately bringing back his old personality, stays by his side.

It's how SC brings JW's smile back and how JW brings SC's smile back. Its how SC not once but twice declares his worries, adoration and love towards JW: once when he's so worried sick JW might get hurt so he installs that app on his phone and the second time when they say their "goodbyes"- those words are so easy to read, so full of love. The "if you move" highlighting just how much he wants and hopes JW to stay in his life a little longer. It's longing and we can clearly hear it in his voice when he says "I'm sure you can" right after the monologue and then tilts his head. It's how JW doesn't know how to approach him after this, contemplating what to do and then goes on for the hug first. This is JW's way of showing his love. 

And yet, despite it all there are still people who only see it as a bromance. Those who think JW and HS will end up together because they are at the same uni, study the same. And are a man and a woman. If either SC or JW would be a woman, no one would even bat an eye to think they aren't in love- no one would even come up with the idea to even ship JW and HS. If one of them was a woman, every little gesture would be seen as romantic, betting on it the drama would perhaps even be a lot more popular as well as the ship. It's so disheartening to see how many deny an obvious queercoding between them just because they are men and for the sake of a straight, not well manouvred, ship because again apparenlty many kdrama fans don't dare to ship queer.

We know Black Out/Snow white must die is a fairytale because it very much is just one of many iterations of a snow white and exactly because is one of many nothing is impossible and queerness is allowed to exist within it.

[stale-trash]

It's Albedo's birthday, and it is Friday the 13th....allow me to humbly suggest creepy Albedo on this blessed day

cw: yandere, voyeurism

GN reader!

A/N: was in a bit of a rush to put this out on time so uh ignore anything that makes no sense (⁠｡⁠ﾉ⁠ω⁠＼⁠｡⁠)

I interpret Albedo as rather reserved emotionally. He isn't unfeeling, he just doesn't share much of what he is feeling to those not closest to him. Unless you can perfectly analyze his mannerisms, you wouldn't even know that he's upset or happy or troubled unless he explicitly tells you.

Most wouldn't call Albedo cold though; mysterious is their adjective of choice. He is holed up in his lab, conducting experiments day in, day out like any genius of his stature should.

That's why most give him some grace when he inadvertently insults them with that pleasant voice of his. You can't fault the guy, he spends most of his time in the middle of nowhere - it'd be weirder if he did remember how to properly socialize.

Albedo isn't a fool, he is acutely aware of how he is perceived. He doesn't bother changing it because it's convenient for him.

Especially when it comes to pursuing you.

He can observe you to his heart's content without consequence. From staring unblinkingly at you whenever you run into each other to suddenly noting down your responses, there is little stopping him from treating you like an especially fascinating specimen. Whenever he toes your bottom line too much, all you need is a bashful apology and an empty promise to break the "bad habit".

You get used to it, just like everyone else in Mondstadt. Yet, you can't shake this feeling of...wrongness about him. His stare isn't that one of innocent curiosity but one that burns. It's a stare you can feel from miles away with how it burrows beneath your skin, demanding to know every single thing about you.

It's a stare that desires to strip you bare.

Once you notice it, you can feel it whenever you're alone. It's as if there are thousands of those cerulean eyes trained on you. Sometimes, the sensation vanishes as fast as it arrived, and other times, it follows you for hours. It doesn't matter if you are in the safety of your home - curtains firmly drawn, windows bolted shut, and doors triple locked - or are out and about, it always finds you.

It somehow gets worse whenever you attempt to undress. You can feel it increase in intensity as if encouraging you to continue. You can feel it roaming your skin like a thousand hands. You can feel it memorize every single feature and meticulously transfer it to paper for your viewing displeasure.

You don't know what's worse: the crime, knowing the perpetrator, or the perpetrator knowing you know.

[daboyau]

This was the other dialogue prompt idea I got when thinking about @psychologicalwarclaire’s ask. No. 3 from this post here. :) enjoy. (Threat of drowning and peril, lots of injuries, boys generally being stressed and hurt and having a Not Good Time.)

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The gentle sound of trickling water is a cruel mockery of the grim reality of the situation. Mikey is clutching at him as much as he can when they’re half buried like this, nails digging into the back of Donnie’s hand with the kind of desperation that he hasn’t felt since his little brother was six and they’d found themselves huddled together in front of an illicit late night horror movie marathon. 

If only it were so simple now. 

The water is rising slowly, but not slow enough. Raph and Leo know where they are, but they’re not supposed to get here for another hour, and that’s only if they’re on time for once in their life. By then, the water will be above their heads. If they arrive on time, Donnie will be fine. 

His little brother won’t. 

The rubble doesn’t shift when Donnie reaches his free hand beneath the water once again, pushing against it with a desperation that thrums both hot as fire and cold as ice inside his veins. He does his best not to let it show on his face, but of course Mikey can tell. He’s always been far better at that than Donnie ever has been. 

“Dee?” he says, and even though his voice barely rises above a whisper the sound reverberates through the cramped hole they’ve fallen into. 

Tiny pieces of concrete fall from the ragged edges above them, plunking into the rippling pool. The water comes just a little faster, stirring up sediment and clouding it even more. He can’t see through it, and can’t tell where his best point of leverage might be to try to safely shift the rubble. Blood drips from the gash on his head to dance in the water around them and if not for the way the mere thought of trying to string two coherent thoughts together feels like agony, Donnie could probably have calculated exactly how much time the sound of his name had cost them. 

He forces himself to smile, though he can taste the blood on his teeth and it makes him want to gag. He and Mikey have matching gaps now. They can bond about it later. Right now, all he can focus on is the throbbing of his head and Mikey’s hand in his own, and how the water is tickling against his waist. It’s strangely warm despite the time of year.

Mikey’s hand curls tighter at whatever he sees in Donnie’s expression. It is shaking, hard enough that it sends tiny ripples through the muddy grey water. 

He lifts a finger to his lips, cringing at having the filth that’s clinging to the creases in his palm and lingering beneath his nails so close to his face. Not that it matters. He’ll be swallowing it by the lung full soon, if he can’t come up with a way to get them out of here. It’s a lot of pressure to put on his pounding head, but it has always been his belief that a true genius can work best under pressure. 

(In theory, that is. He refuses to think about how often he’s found himself at a standstill, locked between choices, frozen by uncertainty. It’s not what Mikey needs from him right now. They’ll both be dead if he lets those feelings overwhelm him, this time.)

The water tickles where it laps at the base of his ribs. The silt and debris swirling beneath its surface hurt when they brush against him, and he can feel the grit lodging itself beneath the scales of his legs as he tries to wriggle and drag himself even an inch away from the rubble that’s pinning him down. 

There are broken bones hidden beneath the weight of concrete and rebar. He feels them, and he ignores them, and he hopes that he’ll still be alive in order to complain about them in a few days. Mikey will probably handle being in a cast better. He’ll probably like bossing Leo around. Maybe he’ll even let Raph baby him a little. That would be nice for them. 

Donnie carefully extracts his hand from his little brother’s iron grip, meeting his wide eyed gaze with a steady — if slightly hazy — look of his own. He needs both hands to fiddle with the tech on his wrist again. It’s been useless the last fourteen times he’s checked, but he keeps holding out hope that his inventions won’t fail him this time around. 

The screen is completely shattered. There are no blinking lights or even the softest of sounds emanating from it. It was designed to be waterproof, but not entirely crush proof. It had worked to save his arm, but between his bones and his tech, he really wishes that it had been his tech that had survived the fall. 

He grumbles low in his throat, mostly because he can’t risk screaming all the curses that he wants to right now. Not when the most infinitesimal sound is enough to destabilize the small lip of the hole that keeps the water from rushing inside and drowning them all the sooner. Mikey makes a similar noise, something low and soothing, more of a gentle vibration that Donnie can just barely feel through the water than actually hear. 

When he looks, Mikey is staring back. Eyes wet with tears and full of terror, but with a trembling smile meant only for Donnie. It is a fragile thing, but it is full of hope and faith and trust that his big brother will be able to get them out of this mess.

Donnie’s throat goes painfully tight. His subvocalizations stop with an abruptness that makes Mikey jerk a little bit with worry and confusion. The water sloshes, brushing against the center of his chest plates. He can feel it slide beneath his battleshell, the wetness and the silt trying to wind its way into every inch of his body. It’s going to chafe on the walk home, he’s sure of it. 

Mikey raises a shaking hand, wiggling his fingers to get Donnie’s attention. Blood and water drips down his arm. It’s almost reached the top of his plastron.

Mikey waves, and Donnie’s eyes snap briefly towards his face before they settle on his hand again. 

It’s okay. We’ll get out, he promises, jerking and slow, wincing when the careful finger spelling pulls at the obviously broken bones of his metacarpal. He smiles with gritted teeth, and Donnie smiles back.  Neither of them are very convincing. 

There was a feature he was in the middle of testing. Something he should have already had installed ages ago. It’s supposed to act as a warning system, where if his tech gets damaged to the point where it’s unusable, it will send an alert to Shelldon and to each of his flesh and blood family members. It was supposed to be for catching Leo in the act of playing with things that aren’t his, but…well. This is a perfect example of other ways it can be used. 

There’s a 50/50 chance that the alert will have been triggered when his wrist tech was shattered. Shelldon and Leo and Raph and April might already be on their way, or they might still be lounging in front of the tv back at the lair. He doesn’t like their odds very much. 

The water is warm when it brushes against the scales of his chest. At least when they drown, the water will be warm. That’s…it’s not actually much of a comfort. He’s heard that drowning is a terrible way to go. Turtle biology or not, he’ll need to breathe eventually. It’s going to hurt. 

He turns his eyes to Mikey’s face. His baby brother is tipping his head back, eyes squeezed shut. The water is lapping hungrily at the base of his neck, squeezing like a noose around the delicate hollow of his throat. 

He doesn’t want it to hurt. Not for Mikey. 

He takes a breath and dips beneath the water again, redoubling and then tripling and then quadrupling his efforts, screaming and howling and beating against the concrete that has crushed his legs and kept him pinned. Helpless and useless and he doesn’t want to die, not like this, and god oh fuck, not Mikey, pleasepleasepleasenothisbabybrother pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplea

The rubble shifts, just the tiniest bit, but it shifts wrong. He screams again and tasted the water in the back of his throat as it slides down his calf to settle instead on his knee. He feels the bones grind and crunch as it bends in a way it shouldn’t. He surfaces, heaving and gasping and biting back the sobbing screams that would do nothing but rob Mikey of these final precious seconds of air. 

The water has reaches his neck now, and he breathes deep, trying to slow the racing of his heart so his body doesn’t burn through more oxygen than it needs to. He tries to center himself like dad used to tell them to do when he was pulling out splinters or bandaging a scraped elbow.

The rubble had moved. That was something. He can work with somethings. 

The water kisses Mikey’s jaw. Tears mix with the water on his cheeks, and when he tilts his head to look towards Donnie with wild, horror stricken eyes, it licks at the corner of his mouth, begging entry. Donnie shudders at the sight.

Mikey whimpers, so soft and so broken. He’s pinned worse than Donnie is, all the way up to his thighs, and with only one arm free. That’s okay, though. Donnie can fix this. It’s just going to hurt a whole lot. 

Hey, he signs, and then again, harsher this time to make sure he has Mikey’s full attention. Hey!

He forces a smile, rictus and pained, but he puts every tiny flicker of his belief that he has a chance into it. He raises a finger to his lips again, hushing Mikey’s whimpers, quieting his worries. 

You’re okay, he signs, deliberate and stern, like he can push force the world around them to bend to his will through sheer bullheadedness and love. You’ll be okay. I’m going to fix this.

Mikey meets his gaze. Holds it. Then, he nods. The water reaches over his mouth when he does. Donnie nods back. 

Then, he takes his final breath, and he dives below again. Blood blooms in the water. Mikey’s head goes under. 

He knows he’ll get them out. 

[gaynarutodude]

My

[doggboyy]

how do you tell between body memories and somatic flashbacks from cptsd (ramcoa/programming specifically) vs tactile hallucinations that were never real and persecutory delusions that people intentionally grouped together to sadistically s/a / abuse and torture me with others originating from schizophrenia? asking for a friend (me)

Body memories include a range of experiences, one is which are somatic flashbacks;

(literally just google searches) With tactile hallucinations & ''memory delusions'', it does get more complicated. I kinda sound like a broken record at this point, but Therapy It kinda sucks to say, but you Can't tell if it's real(assuming there's no other outside evidence, Only the memories), if you have a history of delusions(i figured you have schizophrenia based on the ask), and have reasonable suspicion that your memories are a result of delusions, this is something you should have the end target of getting serious help for. There's also a Lot of other factors, too; Is there physical evidence of things you remember experiencing, do you have other c-ptsd symptoms, do you have a history of (memories/physical feelings) you believe to be, or have been proven as, delusions and/or hallucinations, are you already on antipsychotic medication that Works, list goes on etc etc This doesn't seem very helpful, but i hope it can still be of some use ^^

[freddyloyd]

its kinda funny how little the fab five is actually in the og teen titans compared to how much they're talked about, i get that they're meant to be the founding 5 members as shown in issue 53 but for most of teen titans volume 1 it either wasn't all of them (either Aqualad or Speedy were excluded) or there were more members with them (like Mal)

There are only like 4 issues out of 53 where dick, donna, garth, roy, and wally are the only ones on the team. 1 of those is the flashback in 53 and 2 of them are before speedy actually permanently joined, the same issue the speedy joins is the issue that aqualad leaves, and by the time aqualad rejoins mal had already permanently joined. heres a breakdown:

1-18: Garth, Wally, Dick, Donna (2 guest appearance from Roy)

19: Garth, Wally, Dick, Donna, Roy

-Garth leaves (to babysit it think?)

20-24: Wally, Dick, Donna, Roy (1 guest appearance from Don and Hank)

25: Wally, Dick, Donna, Roy, Don, Hank, Lilith

-they kill a man, Dick leaves to go to Hudson U

26-29: Wally, Donna, Roy, Don, Hank, Lilith, Mal, Mr Jupiter (1 guest appearance from Dick, 2 guest appearances from Garth

-Don and Hank stop showing up i cant recall if a reason was given

30-32: Wally, Donna, Roy, Lilith, Mal, Mr Jupiter

33-43: Wally, Dick, Donna, Roy, Lilith, Mal, Mr Jupiter (1 guest appearance from Garth)

-the series gets cancelled for 2 years after issue 43, by the time they get back together Mr Jupiter has shut down and Lilith is MIA

44: Wally, Dick, Donna, Roy, Mal

45-46: Garth, Wally, Dick, Donna, Roy, Mal

47-48: Garth, Wally, Dick, Donna, Roy, Mal, Duela

49-53: Garth, Wally, Dick, Donna, Roy, Mal, Duela, Karen

-series get cancelled, they all break up

also in 50-52 we see the formation of Teen Titans West (cuz theyre in California): Lilith, Betty (og batgirl), Garfield (Beast boy), Hank & Don, Charley (never heard of him before but he's Golden Eagle), and Gnarkk (Time travelling caveman that makes no sense if you think about it too much but whatever)

(JSYK some of this info may be slightly inaccurate because i was using wiki + my own faulty memory but its at least mostly accurate, also if a character isn't in an issue but hadn't officially left yet i still counted them as part of the team)

IDK why i wrote this all down, i just find it kinda strange how the fab 5 has been sorta revisionist historied into being more of thing than it was

[veritasrose]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRt1d4Hf/

Couldn’t have said it better myself.

[doewoe]

'oh Punchlines fear is just stupid internet hate!' NO!

Her fear is losing control! This concept of control can be seen in SO many of her solo runs!

(Spoilers for The Trial of Alexis Kaye, Punchline: The Gotham Game, and Knight Terrors: Punchline)

In The Trial of Alexis Kaye: She literally sets up control of Blackgate. She disposes of Kelly Ness and Orca; The explanation for her disposal of Orca is that Orca helps Kelly get away, Punchline is unable to control Orca; Kelly gets disposed of, again, because she can't be controlled. Both are able to (or have) betrayed Alexis, she lost control of them so they both had to go. She controls the narrative of herself on the internet as well, and weaponizes it to gain even more, giving her masses of young people that she can throw around and control for her own personal gain.

In Punchline: The Gotham Game: Again she sets up control of the Royal Flush Gang and control of the current drug trends in Gotham. One of the main goals Punchline has is taking control of an Ace Processing Centre. She says that she wants Jokers clout and shes trying to take it for herself; Joker (unfortunately) has a layer of control over Gotham, hes literally the Joker, people fear him and he uses it to control. She passively threatens Bluff with a knife when she finds out he hasn't told her where Cullen lives, Punchline threatens Bluff because she currently doesn't have control over him. She uses her control of the current drug trends to have hoards of people under control willing to do what she wants them to; One of these people literally says "I don't want to do this! But I have to!" she literally has control of these people. She gets upset at The Queen and King of Hearts, who she sees a betrayers, because she sees that she doesn't have complete control of them. They literally kill Bluff, because hes a bitch because he can't be controlled by Alexis.

Finally in Knight Terrors: Punchline: Punchline uses an analogy of wearing noise isolation/noise cancelling headphones; the way I connect this is: (using the analogy) you wear the headphones everything is muffled but its in your control, you are wearing the headphones. When you take them off and realize that its quiet you realize that what is around you is not muffled, its not in your control. The headphones are a method of control. Also, throughout Knight Terrors Punchline repeatedly says that what is happening cant be real, she tries to control her dream. Now the 'internet hate' which is shown is internet hate, but it means something more. Remember when I said Punchline controlled the media and internet in The Trial of Alexis Kaye? These hate comments are literal examples and a manifest of Alexis's fear of losing control, in this case losing her control of the internet and the control of her 'fans'. This fear is also seen when she shuts up gets muted, she loses control and the "infinite-scrolling comments" gain control. Getting stuck just endlessly on the internet is a common lack of control, when you get stuck you are not the one doing the sticking, the internet is the one who has control at that point. This fear is also shown when Punchline talks about how when she wakes up she doesn't let her dreams or nightmares control her, she shakes them off, she needs this control.

So its not just a fear of 'internet hate,' its losing her grip on what has given her power, what has given her the opportunities that she has made for herself; its Punchline losing her control.

[ghosteso]

I aspire to have the relationship that Darius Chapman and Dr.Jared Hel has.

I just started episode 3 and Jared going to celebrate Darius made me smile so much. You can tell Hared really cares about Darius and doesn’t judge Darius. Jared is just so thrilled listening to Darius home ec interest. And the biggest thing? They communicate! I just love it so much. Ugh please no spoilers but if you all want to pop into my inbox about Jar of Rebuke please talk to me. I’m trying to work up the confidence to talk to the cast and crew.

[dejwrld]

they’re going to fall in love with each other hard, your honor!

[bauliya]

#i saw karta ne karam ko and whited out sanskrit flashbacks

why I took french! i was so happy i cried when i could give up hindi forever in 8th.

[jittyjames]

alexander hamilton, judas iscariot, and marius pontmercy in my fics

[dichard-grayson]

@kawaii-queen-kaiju I haven’t written in ages please be nice to me and I’m writing this on my phone to make it worse but *cracks knuckles* here we go!

It was supposed to be in and out. Simple. Just go infiltrate this burgeoning drug ring in Star City, maybe shoot a couple of people, and leave. Simple. But nothing in Jason’s life had ever been simple and him assuming this go around would be any different was his first mistake.

He had received a tip off that a big time cartel had opened up shop in Star City a couple of days before, word traveled fast when a seemingly squeaky clean city like that was targeted by a drug lord. Jason had half the mind to ignore it, he was already busy with a big crime clean up in Gotham, some low level criminal decided to start selling military grade weapons to anyone who had money to spend. The situation had snowballed by the time Jason was on the case, but when he had visited the batcave and saw Bruce had left the Justice League file on it open on the batcomputer he couldn’t help but take a look. Thinking back on it now, sitting handcuffed in the Watch Tower trying to keep his eye rolls to a minimum in the middle of their so called interrogation, he realized Bruce had done it on purpose, the man kept everything under lock and key (even metaphorical lock and key if the situation called for it), and leaving the file open on a day he knew Jason would swing by proved he was always three steps ahead of everyone else. But what was Jason supposed to do when he saw this cartel was purposefully targeting children, in particular those who came from troubled homes, kids who would easily and readily take anything that would guarantee them happiness and kick their serotonin production into overdrive. It wasn’t hard for Jason to put himself in their shoes, how easy it would’ve been if he hadn’t been adopted by Bruce when he was, how long would the image of his mother high beyond belief deter him from seeking something to help him feel, especially if it came with an appetite suppressant.

It was an easy decision, he downloaded the file and immediately got to work, if anyone was going to take down that drug ring it would be him and damn anyone who tried to get in his way. In hindsight Jason was kicking himself for being a pawn in Bruce’s game, though he couldn’t quite figure out why exactly it had to be him and not the League to bust the operation. Maybe because Jason had a bigger emotional connection to it, he could see the situation from all angles in a way no one else could, or maybe because he would be more efficient, but the fact of that matter was that it had to be him who dealt the killing blow.

Getting into the cartel was easy but time consuming. Jason couldn't just show up at their headquarters and ask for a job and tour, he had to ask his old criminal friends to give him a hand, cashing in favors and giving them out when needed. In two days time Jason had managed to get hired as extra muscle for a big drug delivery that day, the delivery that the Justice League was meant to bust the whole operation which meant Jason had only a couple of hours head start. His old criminal friends managed to pass him off as just some meat head in need of cash which was fine with him, he had plenty of muscle and height to add to the narrative and he had perfected Brucie Wayne's blank stare that he employed in annoying social situations. Armed with his best goon costume, a black turtle neck, khaki cargo pants with the pockets full of bombs, and an added leather coat to hide his extra gear. His whole plan was quite simple, get a tour of the facility discreetly plant small bombs on strategic surfaces all with the guise of a bumbling idiot who couldn't stand on his own two feet.

"Will you quit stumbling," the gang member escorting him around the warehouse hissed at him.

"Sorry," Jason mumbled, putting on his best dead eye stare looking into the middle distance, casually placing a small bomb behind a pillar pretending to steady himself. The gangster looked Jason up and down, contemplating whether keeping Jason on was a good idea but after giving him a once over and deciding that Jason's muscular build was worth his presumed incompetence. Simple.

The rest of the day went the same way, Jason pretending to be just incompetent enough to not draw too much suspicion but making sure to keep looking intimidating so that he wouldn't be fired. By the time the large drug shipment arrived that night Jason had managed to rig bombs on pretty much every important structural pillar, a couple of walls, and on every surface he could reasonably hide a bomb in the room where the drug delivery was happening. The one problem was that he had to be in the room when the bombs were going to off. And there was also the question of the Justice League.

Jason shifted his weight back and forth on his feet, it wasn't a good habit and one that would've gotten him reprimanded by Bruce when he was a kid on patrol with Batman. He froze, damn you B, Jason thought to himself, even though he was miles and years away from that experience, the memory of his training as Robin managed to shock him back to attention. Though he was angry at the memory he was glad it forced him to focus and figure out his next course of action. Jason knew he had a couple of minutes before the Justice League came crashing into the building and ruining Jason's well crafted plan, all he had to do was find a way to get to the opposite side of the room where the loading dock was open. He patted the inside of his jacket and felt his mask, just in case he was going to be inhaling the bomb smoke he wanted to be prepared.

He managed to shuffle his way through the crowd of goons, only attracting minimal attention, and when he did he would give them his best blank stare, managing to place himself near the bay door and as the truck full of drugs slowly backed into the warehouse, though he kept his eyes trained to the sky trying to spot any members of the Justice League. Jason's training was successful when he looked at the roof of the warehouse opposite to the one he was standing in, catching the glint of an arrow tip in the moonlight, bingo. All he had to do was blow up the warehouse before any of the League got too close or decided to send any explosive projectiles into an already very explosive building. Simple.

It had seemed like Jason's thoughts had summoned the League to act, before he could really register what was going on, an arrow streaked through the sky and impaled itself in the trailer of the truck, and it started beeping, crap. Jason knew he had to act fast, the bomb was small enough it wouldn't kill anyone or do much damage but the rest of the place was rigged, and now that the gang members were starting to get in a tizzy, shooting at the sky, it was only a matter of time before the members of the League stormed into the building, and most of them weren't immune to big explosions.

No better time than the present.

Jason pulled his mask on and pressed the detonator to his bombs, barely making it to the bay door before the whole building was brought down with a big explosion, all Jason could hope was that no member of the League was caught in the explosion for fear he would be put on some list. Though he had managed to run out the bay doors, the magnitude of the explosion had caused him to be launched several feet in the air, and falling a couple of feet away from where the warehouse once stood, ears ringing and vision blurry. It was possible he had hit his head hard enough to cause a concussion, but that was a problem for him to worry about later as he was more worried about the blue and red figure that was descending over him just as everything turned to black.

Jason didn't know where he was. Well, he had a pretty solid guess based on the handcuffs around his wrist and the voices of the Justice League around him, though warbled and distorted as he came to.

"Glad you're awake, Red Hood," Superman's voice rang out, being the only person in the room who noticed Jason had regained consciousness. Jason growled, giving a tug on the handcuffs that were chained to the table in front of him, cursing Bruce for getting him into this situation.

“It really is a shame that Wonder Woman is in Themyscira, we really could’ve used the Lasso of Truth for this interrogation,” Green Arrow mused, continuing on his previous conversation and barely paying any mind to the man handcuffed in front of him. Jason tried not to show his disappointment at not being able to see his childhood hero, it had been years since he’d been able to talk to Wonder Woman and he had hoped she would be in the Watchtower today but no such luck. Instead he was stuck with Superman and the B-team, yippie.

“And Batman?” Green Lantern asked, it seemed like the man had just come back to earth after being off world for a time and was immediately forced into this mission.

“Busy,” Superman responded, his eyes boring into Jason as if his x-ray vision could grant him access to Jason’s thoughts.

“Did he say anything else?” Flash asked, “this whole thing feels like it’s in his wheelhouse.”

“Nope,” Superman said, his stare as intense as ever.

“Typical,” Green Arrow grumbled, picking lint off his suit.

While the men were busy trying to pawn off responsibility of this interrogation to someone else, Jason tried to appear nonchalant by scanning the room for any exits while avoiding Superman’s stare but to his utter annoyance Bruce had thought of everything. There was no way he could force himself out of this room so he would simply have to talk his way out. Simple.

“Alright Red Hood,” Superman said, finally deciding that staring at Jason wouldn’t be of much help, “who is your supplier helping you move drugs into Star City?”

Jason had half a mind to laugh, though he would never admit it to anyone, it was evident that Batman really was the brains of the team, he had blown up the warehouse for crying out loud. Based on the question Jason deduced the League didn’t know that, they were trying to figure out who had set the bombs, and they assumed notorious crime boss Red Hood had something to do with the drugs but the bombs were something they were still puzzling at. These people really dealt in absolutes, Jason thought to himself, because he had been a criminal in the past and was perfectly fine with killing people, there was no way he could care for innocent children, right? This time he couldn’t completely hold back his laughter, a small grin managed to slip through, causing Green Arrow to flinch, he guessed a known criminal smiling after being caught seemingly committing a crime wasn’t a pleasant sight.

Jason hummed, contemplating his answer to Superman’s question. There were two ways to go about this, the first one involved going through with the whole thing very seriously and eventually getting bailed out once Bruce had gotten all of his entertainment and managed to keep his name clear, since he knew Jason wouldn’t rat him out, or Jason could have some fun himself.

“Look, I know you guys aren’t cops,” Jason said, trying his best to look complacent and innocent, “but can I at least get a phone call?”

The four men looked at each other skeptically, who would Red Hood need to call? “You can even monitor it,” Jason supplied, hoping to sweeten the deal.

“I don’t see the harm in a phone call,” Flash shrugged, “he’s in the Watchtower, there really isn’t anything he can do from here.”

"Fine," Green Arrow conceded, fishing a phone out of his pocket and handing it to Jason, "one phone call, but it will be monitored."

Jason smiled, quickly punching in Bruce's personal phone number and trying his best to not burst into giggles.

"Hello?" the answer came after two rings, Bruce was being cautious and keeping his voice level, there was no way he didn't know that the incoming call was coming from the Watchtower and from Green Arrow's phone no less.

"Hey, Dad," Jason said, not even trying to hide his smile, "I got stopped by the Justice League. Could you come bail me out?" Eat shit, B, Jason thought to himself.

Bruce sighed, the tension leaving his body after recognizing Jason's voice, "fine, give me a couple of minutes."

"Really?" Jason said, mildly surprised his plan had worked, "see you soon!" He hung up the phone and handed it back to Green Arrow, relaxing back in his chair.

"Okay, firstly, we aren't cops," Green Arrow started, his shock evident, "you can't just post bail and get out. Secondly, how would this 'Dad' get up here?"

"You'll see," Jason shrugged, settling back in his chair waiting for Bruce's spectacular entrance. He was contemplating pulling out his trump card of being Batman's son for something of a minor infraction in the grand scheme of life but this whole thing started because of Bruce, he had made his bed and now Jason was going to make him lay in it.

It was about five minutes later when a very frazzled Bruce Wayne walked into the Watchtower. Bruce Wayne. Shit. Jason had no idea what the man was playing at but he was at the very least amused under at least three layers of shock.

"Mr. Wayne what are you doing here? And more importantly how did you get in here?" Superman asked, the shocked expression on his face was real though he was the only other person in the room that knew that Bruce Wayne was Batman.

"Well as one of the Justice League's biggest donors and tech suppliers I have access to the teleporters," Bruce started, laying his Brucie Wayne accent on think, "as for why I'm here it's to bail out my son. Hi, Jaylad!"

Jason wanted to cringe at the use of his old nickname but he was too busy trying to reconcile the image of Brucie Wayne in the Justice League Watchtower, something everyone else in the room was trying to do as well. When Jason finally was able to meet Bruce's eyes he realized that he was meant to answer his dad's greeting, and he noticed that everyone else in the room was watching him now, waiting.

"What?" Jason intelligently replied, the shock had not yet worn off, he was expecting Batman not Brucie Wayne. He noticed a very slight sharpening of Bruce's gaze directed at him, subtle enough that everyone else distracted by his easy grin wouldn't notice, but just visible to Jason. Get it together, he seemed to say. If Jason wasn't handcuffed to the table he probably would've saluted Bruce, there was no way that this situation could get any stranger. Well, Jason could've thought of a few ways it might, but he decided to tamp down those thoughts for fear that they might come true.

"Umm," Green Arrow started, fully aware that Jason had died years ago as he had been there for his friend in his civilian identity, "Mr. Wayne this is the Red Hood, you know, 'bag full of severed heads' Red Hood."

"Yes," Bruce responded waving them off, "I know he's had some issues with his feelings, but he's still my sweet little boy."

My sweet little boy, Jason could feel his face heating up, this was not how he had planned this situation going. But he guessed this was Bruce's revenge for Jason trying to get revenge on him, it was a vicious cycle, every time Jason thought he had managed to get a step ahead of his father he had somehow managed to always be a couple behind.

"You think that he's your late son, Jason Todd?" Superman asked, though he aware of the circumstances surrounding Jason's death, he didn't know anything about him being resurrected.

"Yes," Bruce continued, "Batman even confirmed it was him. It turns out that after he died, he was brought back by an organization that planned on using Jason as a weapon against Batman. But he left them and has been working to improve Crime Alley, I'm so proud of him."

"We caught him in Star City with drug runners," Flash pointed out.

"I'm sure he has a good explanation, don’t you Jaylad?"

Jason snapped back to attention, "I was undercover?" Shit, he thought, that was meant to sound more confident. Luckily Bruce was quick on his feet, and was able to bounce back from Jason's stumbles.

"See perfectly reasonable, now can I please have my baby boy back? Alfred will be so upset if he's not home for dinner," Bruce responded. The League looked at each other, at a complete loss for words, before Superman was shaken out of his stupor and unlocked Jason from his handcuffs, letting him walk free trailing behind Bruce out of the interrogation chamber.

"We're going to talk about all of this as soon as we get home," Jason hissed, rubbing his wrists. Bruce just turned back a him and winked, knowing Jason's association with the billionaire playboy would get out and his street credit would take irreparable damage.

I know there are a lot of fanfics about Jason being caught by the Justice League and usually getting bailed out by the batfam, but imagine if it was Brucie Wayne bailing him out:

In the JL interrogation room:

Superman: Alright, Red Hood, who is your supplier helping you move drugs in Star City?

Red Hood, who was undercover investigating a drug ring and got caught in a JL bust and sesnses an opportunity to mess with Batman: Look, I know you guys aren't cops, but can I get at least get one phone call?

Justice league looking skeptical?

Red Hood: You can even monitor it.

Green Arrow: Fine one phone call, but it will be monitored.

Hands Hood a phone

Red Hood: Hey Dad, I got stopped by the Justice League. Could you come bail me out? Really, okay, see you soon. Okay, my Dad said that he would bail me, so could we go over to the teleporters?

Green Arrow: Okay, firstly, we aren't cops, you can't just post bail and get out. Secondly, how would this "Dad" get up here?

Red Hood: You'll see.

Minutes later, Brucie Wayne walks in with a trail of Heroes, trying to explain why he cannot be at the Watchtower.

Superman: Mr. Wayne what are you doing here and how did you get here?

Bruce laying the Brucie persona on thick: Well as one of the Justice League's biggest doners and tech suppliers I have access to the teleporters, as for why I'm here it's to bail out my son. Hi Jaylad!

Red Hood fully expecting Batman: What?

Green Arrow remembering his friend's grief over loosing Jason: Ummmm, Mr. Wayne this is the Red Hood. You know "Bag full of severed heads" Red Hood.

Brucie: Yes, I know he's had some issues with his big feelings, but he's still my sweet little boy.

Superman: And you think that he's your late son Jason Todd?

Brucie: Yes, Batman even confirmed it was him. It turns out that after he died, he was brought back by an organization that planned on using him as a weapon against Batman. But he left them and has been working to improve Crime Alley, I'm so proud of him.

Green Arrow: We caught him in Star City with Drug runners.

Brucie: I'm sure he has a good explanation, don’t you Jaylad?

Red Hood still reeling from Bruce showing up as Brucie and not Batman: I was undercover?

Brucie: See perfectly reasonable, now can I please have my baby boy back? Alfred will be so upset if he's not home for dinner.

Surprisingly, this works , the Justice League is to stunned by this revelation and later confirm this with Batman that yes, the notorious Red Hood is the son of Billionaire, philanthropist airhead Brucie Wayne. Jason, meanwhile, has suffered a huge blow to his cred in the Hero community because of the association with Brucie instead of the Batfam. The bat siblings do not let this go anytime soon.

[gaygothfluid]

I keep having people tell me things about me that I hate. I told my mum that I wanted to cut my hair again and she replied with "but I love your hair as it is. I think it looks beautiful" but I don't it's shitty and I struggle to take care of it. I also like to experiment with make up and my dad and sister all ways make jokes about it and my mum (again) said that she likes how I look with out it and I keep getting referred to as 'cute' but I don't want to be these things, I feel more comfortable with short hair, I enjoy expressing myself with my make up and outfits. And I especially don't like being 'cute' I'd rather be cool and funny and me. Not some little girl with no sense of self. It makes me feel uncomfortable. I'm all ready self aware about how I look. I don't need people's especially my families condicending compliments.