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[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Archery Nemesis.

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[tardis--dreams]

Procrastinating my actual work by trying to formulate that stupid german summary. Every word hurts. Physically.

[necrotic-nephilim]

i personally have very complicated feelings on the Gotham Knights video game and the routes it takes with characterization. i think it has a charm to it and it goes in an interesting direction with everyone (especially within the confides of the plot of the game) but it does have certain moments that veer painfully fanon for me. (such as: the dialogue where Tim drinks too much coffee) it's an interesting story for what it is but i don't view it comics-based for characterization and therefore don't care to interact with it much for like. fanfic purposes.

that *said* though. i do have to give the game some kind of credit for giving one of the top five JayTim moments that lives rent free in my mind. every since i played the game, the cutscene lives in my mind daily. it's the specific cutscene where Jason and Tim are arguing about whether or not Jason's non-lethal bullets are too dangerous for the field, and the argument leads to TIm *standing in front of the target* Jason is shooting and telling Jason to shoot him. it lives rent free for me. i never stop thinking about this.

the absolute certainty Tim has that he is in no danger standing in front of Jason, who has a loaded gun pointed at his face. the way Jason *hesitates* for just a moment before lowering the gun. he thinks about it for just a second. Gotham Knights JayTim seem to get along very well and can rely on each other, but Jason still clearly holds a bitterness about his death and Tim that flickers through in some lines of dialogue under the guise of jokes. especially since this game deals *heavily* with concepts of Pit Madness causing an altered state of consciousness, i think it's believable that occasionally, Jason fights the urge to fight and hurt Tim for the feeling of being replaced.

i like their tension so much in this canon. they get along but you can *tell* Tim is afraid of addressing Jason's trauma or even addressing Jason head-on, and Jason leans into spooking Tim about it. which isn't very comics feeling in their dynamic, but it is an interesting way to place their dynamic if you're playing with a more timid Tim who's newer to the role of Robin. (which he seems to be in-game) he really doesn't want to offend Jason, or worse, piss him off. but he'll still face Jason head on for things like this, while completely aware of what Jason could be capable of.

and Jason seems very protective of Tim and respecting Tim as a Robin in typical Jason fashion. if Tim pushes, Jason *will* relent. he knows this is a kid who's proved himself and should be treated with equal respect, sometimes even more than Dick and Babs do in-game.

so for all that to culminate in Tim stepping in front of Jason's loaded gun that he *knows* is on the edge of being too dangerous, just to force Jason to listen? it's the most unhinged way Tim could've gotten his point across in this scene. he was literally daring Jason to hurt him and playing with a very dangerous fire. but he did it anyway bc he believed he could make Jason heel just at the thought of hurting Tim. and he was *right*. they're gay and i'm feral ty.

[halfbaked00q]

Im soooo weak to when Bond is like casually being used or exploited at his expense for some ostensible Greater Good except the situation doesn't HAVE to come to that, not really, and he's so inured and even numb to it that he barely pays it any mind; meanwhile, Q absolutely minds and is very indignant on his behalf and works overtime to like either try to avert or forestall the situation before it gets to the point where Bond has to dig his own claws into more of his soft underbelly to offer up on the sacrificial alter of politics of all tawdry things, or to manufacture a way in which he does the needless "needful" so as to spare Bond at least one unnecessary additional wound upon his psyche.

bonus if Bond finds out and maybe after being angry or indignant about it - I don't need you to do my job for me, Q, this is what I'm here to do - and either Q tells him/lets slip or he deduces that like, this isn't Q thinking he can't get the job done, this is Q finding him precious and worthy of protecting, and like. he's just very in awe of that and does in fact feel very safe and cherished within the cradle of his Quartermaster's regard

[deathgroupie]

congrats to jfj on her bottom surgery

[vadlings]

studies ✌️

[episyn]

>"winter event with winter themed items"

>look inside

>it's literally just christmas

[insert that image of a cat staring at the camera really close up]

[front-facing-pokemon]

[charlesemersonwinchesteriii]

What if Christos Lawton is the one responsible for putting I Say A Little Prayer For You on the official George Hodgson playlist. What then. On the one hand I would have to set myself on fire but on the other hand it would be FANTASTIC news for whoever authored my all time favorite post on the Cold Boys Kink Meme

[luna-loveboop]

I've never done a poll before, so good luck

Who do y'all think Time'll handcuff to him be with for his group in the dungeon? I've seen a lot of people say he will try to control who goes with who since he's scared for their lives rn (valid)

The options are the individual boys, just go with who you think is most likely to be in his group I guess?

Anyways like I said I've never done a poll so it might be messed up or make no sense, should be fun :D

Let me know if this doesn't work. And yes I know it's not well organised.. it's ok. right?

I think that unlike when they split in the Divine Dark Reflections arc, they might try to stay in bigger groups, and I think Time would probably want to have as many close to him as possible (his group have three or four), but I uhh didn't know how to incorporate that.

It's silly, but right now I can't stop imagining a scene where they reach the central room and everyone sprints off into the groups they want before time can argue.

Anyone who goes with legend will survive physically and anyone who goes with four will survive mentally.

[cucumber-icepop]

I've had these sitting around for a while. Story of Homestuck

[k3nnjamin]

tired of picking at my skin so i'm offloading it into my favorite batboy. (~1.7k words)

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Case files and surveillance footage and reports and encryption codes and news articles and multiple lines of correspondence fill the main monitor of the bat computer. Tim's eyes strain slightly as he sifts through the same information for the third.. fourth.. fifth time. The colors and words are starting to bleed together as he began a sixth cycle through the case material. Not to mention all the extra tabs and applications crowded onto the smaller screens. Tim is tired. Overwhelmed. That's all pretty normal, though, he's always tired and detective work is almost always overwhelming. But today his body feels tight and achy all over and his fingertips itch and he is restless.

"Hey Timbo," a familiar voice echoes through the cave. Dick probably, visiting from Blüd. Tim ignores them, he doesn't have time to chat right now. He is SO close to cracking finding the missing piece of this puzzle he could almost taste it. If only his skin would fit his body correctly, he would be able to concentrate.

He quickly falls back into the cycle of clicking through tabs, mumbling curses under his breath. He forgets about the voice entirely after a minute. Until a warm hand wraps around his wrist. Familiar but not Dick, Tim registers vaguely. The hand on his wrist pulls gently until Tim's hand releases its hold on his hair. His scalp hurts, he realizes, as well as the skin of his neck.

Damnit, Tim curses himself, shame welling up in his chest suddenly. He can already hear the reprimand, redundant and mocking in his ears. Stop picking.

He turns his head to scowl at whoever was interrupting him. Only to be met with Superboy's playful smile. "Kon? What are you doing here?"

"Eh, you know," Kon shrugs, deftly maneuvering his fingers to settle in between Tim's own. "I was in town." The obvious lie pulls a reluctant, tired smile from Tim as he presses his cheek to their joined hands. The Cave is always nearly freezing– Tim is used to it after so many years– but Kon is so warm, emitting heat like a radiator. Just being near him is like being wrapped in a big blanket. It's nice.

"I'm sorry.." Tim whispers. His fingertips were starting to itch again. His scalp too. Deep under the skin, somewhere he'll never reach. No matter how much it aches, no matter how diligently his nails work at the scabs on his neck, he can't help it, can't pull his hands away when the itch starts.

At the words, Kon's bright, toothy grin melts into something softer. "Oh, Tim," he finds Tim's other hand, tugging at a stand of hair, and leans down. A few kisses are pressed to Tim's forehead before Kon continues, "Hey, why don't we get you outta here? I got something for you." That wide smile returns to his face as he tugs Tim out of the chair.

And he almost goes willingly. "Wait, wait, no. I can't. I have- it's- I'm almost through. Kon, please," Tim begs. All he needs is one of those caffeine pills he has stashed under the computer desk and his case will be cracked before Bruce gets home from patrol, he swears. "Just a little bit longer."

Kon tuts as he scoops Tim into his arms, "I'm sure the world'll manage to hold itself together without the Boy Wonder for a few hours. C'mon."

"Kon." Tim struggles against the hold. He feels them lift off the ground.

"I'm hungry."

"You know where the fridge is."

"You don't have a choice ya'know." Kon chuckles, tapping the power button on the keyboard with the toe of his boot. "See? Even the bat computer needs a nap. Yaawwn."

"You didn't just say that."

"You're no fun when you're fussy."

"I'm not fussy! Kon, let me down!"

Kon just laughs and, in a flash, they're upstairs.

"I thought you were hungry."

"Changed my mind. Hey, gotcha something." Kon dumps a very grumpy Tim Drake on his bed and rummages around in his pockets. He tosses a couple objects on the bed next to Tim and holds up something else. It's all a good distraction, Tim will give him that, but he's no less angry about it. Tim rolls his eyes, but turns his attention to the small pile. A fidget toy is the largest among them: an imitation keyboard with chunky key caps. It's red and black with cute images on the caps instead of letters or numbers and it's small enough to hide away in his costume just in case. The rest of the pile is an assortment of candies. His favorites. The gifts make his heart warm and he almost forgets all about Kon's rude intrusion on his work.

Almost.

"What's that?" Tim asks, gesturing toward the little tube in Kon's hand. He's content to humor Kon The sooner he accepts Kon's (futile) attempt to get him to relax the sooner he can slip away to finish his investigation.

"I'll show you," Superboy's smile turns smug as he floats down to the bed, curling around Tim but not yet settling down. A couple affectionate kisses to Tim's cheeks earns Kon an annoyed huff. "Aw, don't you like me, Wonder Boy?" Kon teases.

"You're an idiot," Tim turns his head to hide the traitorous smile on his face. The mattress dips behind him. Warmth spreads up his neck as careful fingers ghost over the aching, broken skin there, right on the edge of his hairline. Tim rolls his shoulders defensively. "Hey," he warns.

The warmth recedes. Kon is uncharacteristically quiet for a few moments until he says quietly, almost uncertain, "I can make you feel better."

"I'm fine, Kon."

"Really, Tim, I know you're hurting. I can.. I can sense it– hear in your heartbeat, maybe? Not sure, but I know. And I'm not judging you. Just let me help. Please?"

Tim sighs. Embarrassment flickers in his chest when he wonders how long Kon must've known about Tim's guilty little secret and said nothing. He wants nothing more than to crawl up inside himself and never come out. Tim hates this thing inside him, compelling him to itch and rip and pull with virtually no purpose. But he also knows the more he fights Kon on the issue, the longer he has to wait to get back to work. So he complies.

"Okay."

A kiss is pressed to the crown of Tim's head in thanks before something thick and cool is smeared into his hairline, making him flinch. There's a quiet apology from Kon as he rubs the substance into Tim's sores, soothing the burning skin there. It tingles a little. Feels.. nice. Kon applies another dollop of medicine, slowly working his way through the patches of broken skin in Tim's hair, and the deep itch under his skin begins to subside. "Oh," is the only sound that Tim can manage as all his anxious energy seeps from his body, leaving him weak and exhausted.

Kon's strong arm wraps around Tim's middle as he slumps forward, saving him from a hard crash to the floor. Tim curses internally as he jolts, realizing how close he was to almost passing out right then and there. Jeez. He could really use one of those caffeine pills right about now. He wants one. He wants to work. He wants to pull away from Kon's warmth and slink back to the cold, wet depths of the Cave. The cold should help him fight off this strange feeling.

So he tries. Tim pulls gently on Kon's wrist, readying himself to stand. The first attempt backfires spectacularly. "Woah, woah. Where do you think you're going?" Kon chuckles, not at all surprised. Tim really wishes Kon would get with the program already and just let him leave.

Instead, the arm around Tim tightens, pulls him closer until they're flush. He sighs, "Kon. I appreciate your presents, but I really have to leave now. B needs me."

"I know.." Kon wipes the remainder of cream onto Tim's neck and snakes that arm around the first, properly trapping Tim in his hold. His voice softens, losing the sarcastic undertone for the moment, "But I need you, too. Here. Right now. And you need some sleep." Kon flicks him in the side. "Some rest, then– I could hear that eyeroll, ya'know.. Until I fall asleep, at least? Maybe you'll figure something out lying here."

It's not like Tim has much of a choice. Kon is warm. Comfortable. Not to mention superhumanly strong. Tim couldn't leave now if he wanted to... So he stops trying. He huffs, defeated for now, and lets his body relax into the solid hold, a deep scowl on his face. As good as it feels to be doted on by his best friend in the world, he refuses to give Kon the satisfaction of winning this battle.

"Fine."

"Sweet!"

Tim doesn't need to see Kon's face to sense how bright his smile is. He closes his eyes and breathes out a deep sigh. A bad idea. But now that they're closed, Tim can't get them to reopen. Jeez, he's tired. When was the last time he slept? He thinks about it, but doesn't remember. Doesn't remember the last time he ate or drank either. Now that he's here, Tim realizes just how shitty he feels– has felt all day. Maybe a power nap won't hurt. When he wakes up, he'll steal something from the kitchen and finish... whatever it is that he needs to do. He can't remember anymore. Just that it's important. A job for future Tim, he concludes when the steady rhythm of some distant voice steals his scattering attention. The low tone reverberates in his bones and his body feels heavier with each pause. Tim can't make out what the voice is saying or where it's coming from. But it doesn't matter now. Present Tim doesn't remember much– doesn't know much– more than the warmth and comfort surrounding him, guiding him into the fuzzy blackness of sleep.

[theokusgallery]

I was reminded of that again. Okay if you think having empathy is essential to being a good person I will kill you. With warm thanks from your local zero-empathy haver

[chasedeys]

*whispers like a ghoul* You should write Joe’marr on a boat (maybe it’s Joes first time and he’s panicking) (MAYBE it’s their honeymoon)

*makes dying moose sound* god i really shouldddd just IMAGINEEE

joe's probably stoically uneasy wearing his eye searing tie dye swimming shorts and bright fucking orange life vest and stupid little expensive ass sunnies while ja'marr's rocking nothing but his tattoos and little black booty shorts he chose specifically for that day and demanding joe to loosen up but! no.

and ja'marr's just laughing at him because joe keeps answering in short sentences five words maximum in a tight voice very obviously bothered out of his mind but won't admit shit and then ja'marr is just yelling at the captain not to go so fast it's baby's first time (they're literally just static in the middle of the ocean) and joe finds it in himself to let go of the tight grip he has on the boat seats to leap up at ja'marr and try to throw him overboard and the captain is shouting at them to knock it off he will not be an accessory to murder aren't you both newlyweds???

they're given those wide inflatable pool float things to float on water so they can explore off the boat and they just lazily float on by in the ocean breeze tangled together making out in intervals and poking at each other's belly trying to tip the other off the float and talking (whispering really because they're tangled so close to each other they barely have to raise their voice sigh) about new floor plans and their turn to host team get togethers and what to get tee for his birthday (joint presents! ahaha) etc etc being so grossly comfortable in each other's space and In Love oughhhuhghuhh.

also. do you think they're the type of men to actually wear sunscreen. are they. or are they stupid.

[inclined--plane]

it's kind of like insanely isolating that literally every aspec or "ace & aro" space I've found has been in actuality, solely for aces. perhaps arospec aces or aroaces who entirely prioritize their asexuality could also find company there, but even as an aromantic person who is also asexual, they're really not intended for me. so I can only imagine how isolating it must be if you're aromantic and allosexual

[fisheito]

this line made me laughbark in the middle of some tense prose😆 i am trawling through 27 pages of yakumo fic as foretold anbd i am finding some SERIOUSLY fascinating nuggets Poetic Justice by Anonymous (kuya fic) published in 2022!!! unbelievable!! what else have my careless eyes missed?!