#madhatter boy

[thatjessiwills]

Faith Trust and PIXIE DUST

Peter Pan: Tory Hatcher

Tinkerbell: Maggie Kennedy

Wendy Darling: Jessi Wills

Photo: Jon York

[crybbztearz]

ʚ𝘔 𝘌 𝘓 𝘈 𝘕 𝘐 𝘌 • 𝘔 𝘈 𝘙 𝘛 𝘐 𝘕 𝘌 𝘡ɞ

❝ C R Y B A B Y, C R Y B A B Y ❞

ʚ 𝘉 𝘈 𝘕 𝘕 𝘌 𝘙 • 𝘐 𝘋 𝘌 𝘈 𝘚 ɞ

( N O T M E / M I N E )

[just-an-enby-lemon]

Based on @sillymanwithocs idea of Vicki Vale helping Talia clean her name from slander and bad representation and Joker clear his name from having a cause and good representation.

Penguin: Miss Vale, I have a proposal...

Vicki: Absolutly not. You are a capitalistic mob boss who once feed a guy to a penguin I'm not joining your P.A departament.

Penguin: You don't understand-

Vicki: The media is prejudiced against you somehow and you aren't actually that bad?

Penguin: No, no. I mean I would preffer if they stoped making mean coments about my apareance and focused more on my crimes but that wasn't the point.

Vicki: Oh I can do that.

Penguin: Help me look like a good guy because I paid you a lot?

Vicki: Hell no! I'm not Jack Ryder!!! But I could try to make so they stopped focusing on your looks?

Penguin: And how much would I have to pay?

Vicki: To stop assholes being capacists and fatphobics? Nothing. I'll do it hapilly!

Penguin: Thank you, Miss Vale. I do have another question...

Vicki: I have no idea where Jack lives or how much you would have to pay for him to help you with your schemes.

Penguin: Well thanks anyway. I'll look around.

[...]

Scarecrow: But-

Vicki: NO! I'm sorry but I can't even begin to think of a way to explain that even if I somehow was insane enough to want to help you there's absolutly nothing I could do to make your "research" peer reviewed!

Scarecrow: You could at least publish it.

Vicki: Why though? It's unetical, isn't reviewed and it literally starts with a creepy laugh and you screaming "fear me, mortals"!

Scarecrow: But you published the first one.

Vicki: I didn't published it. I mentioned it on the program BECAUSE it was an interesting, ethical and peer reviewed research. Is not my fault you went insane and became a maniacal chemical terrorist.

Scarecrow: I preffer improved my reshearch tecniques.

Vicki: Well when the rest of the scientific comunity agrees with you, we talk.

[...]

Jervis: Please!! Please! I could be mind controlling you but I'm actually asking isn't it enough to show I have good intentions?

Vicki: Look while I understand it must suck to be wrongfully called a pedophile if I just publish an article saying you aren't one no one will believe me. I can try to help you. But you will need to actually act less predatory.

Jervis: I'm not predatory!

Vicki: Well not intencionally...

Jervis: What you mean?

Vicki: You mind control people, mostly woman, to play tea party with you, has zero notion of personal space and calls everyone pet names.

Jervis: Okay. Gotcha. So all I need to do is be rude and kidnapp more guys, enbys and elders.

Vicki: That not ... you know what sure.

[...]

Waylon: *enters*

Vicki: Sure. I will totaly help you.

Waylon: Eh? I was going to ask if you know where Harley is... I hear you two are friends now and since it is apparently unsanitary to keep it on the sewers she has my coffe machine.

Vicki: Oh. She is on the apartenent upstairs with Pam, they're hidding from Batman.

[...]

Vicki: Pam, I love you but I can't.

Poison Ivvy: Why not?

Vicki: Because while I understand where you are coming from I can't just write a piece about how we should genocide the human race barr some people.

Poison Ivvy: But it would solve the enviromental crisis! That's not fair.

[...]

Riddler: Hello, Miss Vale.

Vicki: Look I'm really tired I have actual jornalism to do, I can't stop just so I can try to make people stop calling you "poor man Joker's".

Riddler: They are still doing that? You make a jokey riddle ONCE!! Stupid fucking people and their inability to distinguish really different concepts!

Vicki: I also can't stop them from calling you "fairy" and "weird" and "not a treat" or "not a real villain"

Riddler: That's so rude! Who the fuck is even saying that???

Vicki: Jack Ryder and his viewers.

Riddler: That moron can't even solve the riddle of the Spinx! How dare him??

Vicki: Uh okay is that about the recent mayor discourse after you went to Arkham using you as an example and calling you a manchild and insulting you outfit? Oh wait is it about that famous gotham tiktoker theorizing you are an incel?

Riddler: Now you're just being mean.

Vicki: Sorry, I'm just trying to figure out what you want me to clear in your image so we can finish this conversation quicker.

Riddler: I didn't want to improve my image!! This was supposed to be a hostage situation but you ruined it!! Apparently everyone just made a laughting stock out me...

Vicki: *ackwardly* Not everyone... Just a bunch of people on the internet... and on TV... and the mayor.

Riddler: *crying* It's been a really though month, okay? I just wanted one thing to work out. But noo is just another lost for stupid Edward. Guess I'll just go home. *to his hiding henchmen* Sorry guys no heist today.

Vicki: *even more ackwardly* You can still kidnnap me if you want to?

Riddler: *angryly* I don't need your pitty. *leaves*

Randon Henchmean: That was really mean of you! I hope you're happy.

Vicki: I didn't... what just... what is my life?

[montimer]

Could I request btas Scarecrow, Hatter, and Joker (or any variants if you want to switch things up) accidentally hitting their s/o? Not in the abusive sense but like their s/o was just standing really close while they were flailing their arms in a rant or something. The hit wasn’t bad, maybe just a bruise or something minor like that. I assume these boys would blow it out of proportion though.

Joker,MadHatter,Scarecrow (seperated) x gn!reader

Good idea!

Them accidentally hitting there s/o

Joker

He was walking around while ranting. Probably about one of his pranks getting ruined by batman.

He came closer,standing next to you.

"Can you believe that?!" He asked as he raised both of his hands quickly. Then he felt hitting something w/ one of them, then an "ow"

He look there with a worried expression "Darling? Are you okay?"

After calming him down and getting him to stop kissing the spot that he hit, he still looked lil guilty.

You just gotta tell him that its all good and give him a big hug showing ur okay.

Mad hatter

He probably threw his cup while talking to himself, not knowing you just come in to check on him. He then heard an "ow" and when he looked there, it was you there backing away.

His heart sank. He didn't know! He didn't wanted to hurt you!

He quickly made his way to you. "Oh dear, im so sorry. I didn't know you were there"

He kept on apologizing.

You cupped his face in ur hands telling him its ok.

Maybe it left a little brush which made him feel very guilty. He'll bring some ice for it.

Scarecrow

He was probably talking to himself too. Maybe about something not working out.

You heard him and wanted to see if hes okay. So you came into his labor.

You go behind him, which he doesn't notice being too angry still talking to himself.

You speak up. He quickly looks behind slapping you. "WHAT?!"

But then he notices its you. He feels so bad.

He puts his hands up, he has a worried expression. "Oh y/n I-i didn't know- im so sorry"

Hes not sure what to do, and he doesn't wanto make you uncomfortable.

You tell him its all good and that you shouldn't have sneaked up behind him.

Your apology just makes him feel more guilty. Other people would have snapped on him by now, but you actually heared him out.

He will be quiet for the rest of the day, doing whatever you ask him to.

[intercoursefluids]

Well That Happened Chapter 14

“Okay, we are going to take this rope, tie it around our waists, and dangle ourselves in front of his eyes.” Marinette stated, already tying one end around herself.

Damian paused, glancing between the rope and Marinette.

“And why would we be doing that?” He asked.

Marinette paused, shooting him a look before resuming her tying.

“Well, I’m pretty sure he only got hit once, which means he’s still Fang and not a dragon. Fang is a good boy, if he was only hit the once then he should recognize us and do what we want him to do.” Marinette told him, tightening her knot.

Damian nodded, looking between the dragon, the rope, and Marinette.

“And he would recognize us because?” He emphasized.

Marinette looked up at him, confusion written across her features as she tried to piece together what he meant.

All at once she seemed to realize what he meant, facepalming as her cheeks turned red.

“Right. We literally met today, okay, um… Hold the rope?” She suggested with a sheepish smile.

Damian laughed, walking over to her and making sure the first knot was secure.

“Sure, but this is hardly going to do.” He told her, crouching down to properly secure her in a makeshift harness.

Marinette let him work, lifting her arms when he asked and generally staying still.

“This feels a bit extra.” She told him, tugging the ropes into place.

“We are who knows how many feet above the ground right now, I refuse to let you fall.” He said, tugging in various spots to make sure she wouldn’t slip out.

“We’re in France, we use the metric system.” She whispered.

Damian looked up at her, blank faced.

Marinette laughed, giggling to herself as Damian stood up.

“I’m going to throw you off this dragon.” He told her, walking over to Fang’s head.

Marinette followed him, snickering to herself the entire time.

“Well yes, that’s sort of the whole plan.” She snarked.

Damian rolled his eyes, tying the other end or the rope to a nearby horn. It would at as a decent anchor for now.

Damian gave her the signal, letting her know it was safe to begin her decent.

Marinette nodded, scooting forward and slowly sliding down, right in front of Fang’s eye.

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Was struck by brilliance and wanted to shaaare~ Is dubiouly consenting BruTim (and possibly DickTim in the bonus round) villian tech play! (Because clear and open conversations? In THIS household?)

Bruce ABSOLUTELY knows how the Madhatter's mind control hat and receivers work? He HAS to have a copy of that tech in order to fight him! He's also a little control freak who developed a Need To Be Obeyed since NOT listening to him played a part in his baby boy, his Jason, DYING.

He wears a cowl. Robin wears a mask. He could..... he could just... slip in that tech. A receiver into Robin's mask. Maybe a few other parts of his uniform to be SURE. And? Who REALLY looks at every individual part of the cowl tech? He... he doesn't have to turn it ON, he tells himself, just HAVE it. Available. In case.

But Timmy's so reckless and brave. And Bruce has those Bad Days. The temptation, once THERE...

It's... it's just to make Tim get some badly need sleep. See, nothing bad! He's being a good mentor. Then it's to hold still under the effects of Fear gas, so he can get him the antidote without Time hurting himself or others. Again, it's better this way, now he won't remember the effects of the gas. But then? After one of those awful patrols that suck his will to live? He just...

He doesn't have it in him to lower his emotional walls anymore. Everything hurts, he feels TIRED and cold, but he just... he just can't ASK for a hug the way he once could. Can't call over Jason(dead, all his fault) or Dick(hates him, still his fault) to cuddle and remind himself WHY he's doing all this. But out of the corner of his eye? Tim in those colors. Slow and sore but working his way towards the showers to strip and warm up.

In the Robin uniform. Wearing his mask. "Robin, come here."

And then? He... he has a warm lap of son to wrap his arms around again. Just this once, he lies to himself. It would be an abuse of the power.

But. But! He can't shake it. He can... he can TAKE CARE OF HIS BOY AGAIN. And no one will know. Not even Tim. He doesn't even have to let go of his control of the situation when being vulnerable emotionally. And he... he shouldn't be doing this.

But he does. Just on bad days, at first. Helps his Robin clean up from patrol, bandages his wounds and washes him down, untangles his hair and picks out his clothes. Changes his mask for the sweatband or choker with a receiver in it. Holds him close and listens to him breathe, safe and warm. His... his baby boy.

But it starts to spread. To less bad days. And Bruce can feel himself getting obsessed. Starting to go from Not to Idle to ACTIVELY planning what clothes and brushs and soaps and- ...all the ways he'll Take Care Off Tim.

And NONE of them are related to Robin anymore.

Some of the thoughts even... no, no! THAT would be too far. But... but he should... should PROBABLY know. Yes. Just in case the cowl was ever compromised. That's all. It's for safety. And... and Health! The positive chemical releases.

So the next time? As Tim is made all ready for his shower? With a speeding heart and dry mouth, Bruce commands him to orgasm. He does. Just like that. It doesn't process. Again, he orders, again, again. Tim's poor body having no choices but to follow commands, gushing and twitching, until his legs give out and snap Bruce out of his trance.

It feels IMPOSSIBLE that Tim doesn't remember that. But of course, he doesn't. He obviously suspects, he's brilliant and Bat trained... but? On the other hand? Look how his "post patrol haze" has helped Bruce mentally and emotionally. He chooses to notice nothing. For Bruce.

And Bruce? Can NEVER unknow what he has learned. Tim looked so.. so WRECKED. His boy had NEEDED him EVEN MORE afterword. Couldn't move at all. But he also slept so deep, woke so refreshed. It was good for him! Right? Bruce didn't do something terrible, didnt give in to his base desires, just... just discovered a different NEED his boy has! That's all.

And he's a Good Dad. He's gonna take care of his boy. Just ordering him around? That's cold and impersonal. And every young lad loves toys! He's so small, so tight, hurting him would be FAR to easy. So after patrol plugs and dildos to slowly stretch him out, proper HUMAN hands and exciting vibrators to tease his little clit, Popsicles then bigger n bigger toys to sooth his oral fixation.

Until Bruce can take care of him. Properly. Over and over until Bruce himself is tired and his baby boy is incoherent, then get him cleaned up all perfect and warm and nice. Off to bed.

Tim can't POSSIBLY miss the new sorts of soreness. Waking up feeling like his muscles have been cooked and his brain is still a bit mush. But Bruce wants to LIVE again. More then that...he's almost? Almost DOTING. Tim decides..... that patrol sure was tough, huh bruce? He's so sore!

Bonus round! Then? Bruce is lost in time. Dick takes the cowl. He finds the tech. Things between him and Tim have been escalating and escalating. Dick was GOING to give Damian the Robin suit... but? He... He doesn't MEAN to use it. Was gonna take it out! But he hadn't gotten around to yet! There is so much to do! Too much!

Then he and Timmy were arguing and he just... ordered him to stop. He NEEDED Timmy to stop. He already felt like he was drowning, he just... he just needed his little brothers support. Not more yelling. And suddenly it DID. Tim stopped. A-And Dick knew he should be HORRIFIED. Should scramble to release him IMMEDIATELY.

But... but he could really use a hug. He gets one.

And he's needy. He's weak. Tim has been so Angry and Upset and lashing out... and he just? Let... Let Dick take care of you, okay timmers? Tim can be Robin! Stay Robin. They'll figure out Damian together.

And Tim never gets his road trip, but he has enough time once mornings come and he can barely move, to remember he's Fuckin Loaded and can HIRER MERCENARIES who don't CARE if he is or isn't "crazy". And Deathstroke does not enjoy the League of spiders but that's a him problem. Bruce is back!

Nightwing's mask gets a transmitter upgrade like the cowl. 💖

!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the mind control!!! the dubious consent of it all!!! the way that bruce rationalizes it to himself!!!!!

when he starts doing, he doesn't really think about how "wrong" it is. because bruce isn't planning on using it. he's really not. he just....he can't sleep without thinking of tim deviating from the plan and...getting killed.

neither dick nor jason had been obedient robins who followed bruce's everyword, and in some cases they were right to disobey him. but...after jason.

bruce couldn't- he just couldn't let that happen to tim. tim is a smart child, a smart robin. pragmatic, logical, he thinks ahead, he thinks of the consequences of his actions in a way that even some capes bruce has worked with or years don't. tim is responsible and rational and reasonable and a lot of the time bruce doesn't have to worry about him because tim does a good job.

but...sometimes...he just doesn't listen. never out in the field when there are lives at stake but...in the cave and in private. tim resists and questions and tries to get bruce to go against what he's already decided and...

bruce just needs the assurance. the guarantee. that if he needed it- if he really needed it then tim would obey him. if they're trapped under rubble and only one can get out. bruce knows tim's heart and know that tim would sooner die with him rather than abandon him and bruce...he can't be responsible for his death like that.

sometimes tim's loyalty is a curse.

bruce has always had access to the technology of his rogues. the chemical composition of fear gas, the spores of poison ivy's plants, madhatters cognitive disruption technology.

bruce knows all of them inside and out. he could recreate them in his sleep.

it takes him barely a week to incorporate the tech. all of tim's gear needs to remain in the cave until...until bruce can trust him more. so its not hard to get access to his mask and outfit it with the necessary receivers that will release pulses and waves to make tim obey him.

bruce isn't going to use it. he's not. using hatter's tech is like weaponizing joker's gas it's just....not right.

but bruce isn't going to use it. he's just tricking his brain into settling down. he COULD use it, the option is there. the option to hijack tim's brain and give bruce complete control over him and his body. it should horrify bruce that he's doing it but...it just makes him feel safe and reassured.

that if he were ever pushed to the point of desperation if the two were ever cornered like rats, if tim was about to do something that would get him killled- that bruce could override it. he could control fate and freewill just long enough to ensure his robin would get out alive.

bruce thinks about it more times than he'd like.

he thinks about tim wearing the mask bruce personally designed to connect to his cowl. there's hardly a day that passes where bruce doesn't think about it at least once. he hasn't told anyone what he's done and he hasn't written down or documented it either.

bruce can't imagine it would go over well if he told anyone. they'd make him stop and get rid of it and that would defeat the purpose.

every time bruce got that sinking feeling in his gut he could just remind himself that tim would obey his every word if he wanted him to.

bruce imagines that in some people's hands that kind of power would make them drunk with the rush of it. but for bruce is just makes him feel scared.

after awhile it stops working. the assurance he tells himself, the mantra he repeats to himself. sure he believes the technology would work- but how could he know for sure without testing it?

the thought keeps creeping into his head and at soon its all bruce thinks about. being in a desperate situation- reaching for his trump card and it...not working.

soon knowledge of what he's done is a curse, he cant stop wondering or imagining and he just...he needs to check. he just has to make sure...but turning it on without having a good reason is just...

bruce is looking for a reason. that's why he ends up using it. he's searching for a reason to use it and finally lands on the fact that tim's sleep schedule has been awry due to a case interfering with tim's studying for midterms. tim is usually ery good at maintaining himself. his health, his diet, his hygiene, his sleep schedule. but he's been having a harder time of it lately and really...bruce is doing him a favor. he won't even remember it. madhatter's tech blocks out memories or the brains ability to recall what was done or experienced while active.

bruce feels his heart beating a mile a minute as he asks tim to wait a moment while he begins drowsily pulling off parts of his uniform.

tim blinks at him from behind his mask and the next moment bruce is by his side and catching him as he falls asleep. tim is limp like a doll that's had its string cut, his heads flops around, resting in the crook of bruce's arms. bruce can see the slow steady rise of tim's chest and hear the slight whistling sound that comes out of his nose when he breathes out.

tim is light. practically a feather as bruce slides his hands under tim's knees and stands up.

tim occasionally naps in the cave. when patrol is particularly hard, he'll sleep anywhere from 20 minutes to an hour before fully undressing and heading home.

but by that time the sweat, dirt, oil, and general discharge from gotham will have dried and gotten tacky...

bruce knows undressing tim while he's asleep is a step too far and he's already crossed enough lines for the day. so bruce lays tim out on the gurney he always falls asleep on. rather than only giving him a few minutes of sleep bruce lets tim catch up on the sleep he's missed out on in the last week. tim was still, after all an adolescent. sleep was very important for his physical and mental well-being.

nine hours later bruce uses his cowl to wake tim up.

tim stretches, lets out a loud yawn and flops bonelessly in satisfaction when he hears a few 'pops' from his stretching.

he's content. loose-limbed and well-rested. until he realizes he slept in the cave all night and missed his homeroom and first period class.

he panics and bruce assures him its alright and that he'd already informed the school tim would be attending the second half of the school day after lunch.

it's good. bruce did a good thing. tim doesn't nod off in class like he'd been doing. he doesn't blink to keep his eyes open and he doesn't immediatly collapse once they've returned to the cave.

bruce has gotten confirmation the tech is effective and works but...he's doing a good thing by making tim sleep. he's helping. bruce would appreciate it if he could overwrite his own nightmares and loud thoughts in order to allow him some hours of quiet, peaceful sleep.

tim is better for it. he's healthier, more rested, not as tired. it's good. bruce helping tim was why he'd installed that little adjustment to tim's mask in the first place.

so...bruce keeps doing it. not all the time! just when tim's having a harder time than usual. bruce swears to himself that's the only reason he's doing it. that he won't use it for any other reason.

but then...scarecrow gets one over on them. he fools them and tim ends up paying the price.

and bruce knows how ugly it can get. tim's already suffered one concussion from fear gas. he'd slammed the back of his head on the concrete over and over and over again in some desperate, animalistic attempt to knock himself out to stop whatever he was seeing. the concussion had him out of the field for two weeks.

all bruce can think about it stumbling across that sight. tim twitching and screaming and just bashing his head over and over until the skin broke...

head wounds always bled worse than they were. but bruce had nightmares of that day. of cupping the back of tim's head and trying desperately to wrangle him to sedate him enough for transport. the blood had worked under his glove and bruce had just stared at his blood-stained hand when he was cleaning off and tim was quietly asleep in a nearby gurney. the job was never easy.

so when it happens again all bruce thinks about is stopping tim before he can hurt himself again. bruce has enough nightmares to haunt him for the rest of his life.

tim falls quiet and obedient, he allows bruce to inject him with the serum and a light sedative.

he'll be better in the morning. he'll awake without a horrendous headache and bruce won't have to torture himself with the sight of tim clutching the wall for stability as he made his way around the manor while concussed.

it's for the best.

tim is able to be returned to the manor without major injury and in the morning he's okay and safe. and for the first time in a while bruce goes to sleep relieved and isn't taunted with his mistakes in his dreams.

bruce doesn't use it again for a while. occasionally when tim's dark circles get too noticeable bruce will use it to get tim to sleep a little longer.

it's fine. bruce is fine. the guilt he'd felt initially has faded because even though he used it, it had been for a good cause. for tim's own good. bruce protected his robin.

but then bruce wakes up one day and just knows it will be one of THOSE days.

it takes bruce nearly an hour to get up. he forces himself to do everything and every little thing nearly makes him snap with anger or breakdown in tears. he hasn't had one of these days in a while and he's not quite sure how to stop them. sometimes he just wakes up and everything is just...bad.

but bruce is an adult and he has a job and a duty. he can't just....shut himself away for weeks until the bad feeling goes away.

but patrol doesn't make it any easier. tim is right there and bruce knows he'll get worried if he picks up on deviations.

so bruce returns to the cave pent up, exhausted, and...twitchy.

when he'd get like this dick and jason would always be there, they'd feel bruce's slow and hesitant approach and feel as he pulled them to him to a hug he was holding back from becoming needy. and they'd...understand. they knew that something was wrong with bruce and they'd crawl into his lap, their small bodies going lax and warming bruce as he held them closer, his most precious things in his arms.

but not anymore. dick pretended like he didn't exist and jason was gone.

and that made it worse. made it harder to get through the day.

by the time patrol ends bruce is barely keeping it together. he keeps clenching his fists, palms empty yet desperately yearing for something and...

tim is in a corner of the cave making a bit of noise as he pulls off all the pieces of his armor. He's in just the body suit with a towel slung over his shoulder and heading in the direction of the showers when, before bruce can think through it, he calls out.

bruce's fingers are on the switch in his cowl and tim is frozen in place before stiffly marching over to bruce at his command. bruce is shaking when tim's warm little body slides into his lap.

bruce has an arm around his waist in a second and another hand cupping the back of tim's head tenderly as he pushes tim's soft cheek against his chest and tucked that head under his chin. it take awhile for bruce to steady himself. he rocks himself and tim, letting the warmth of another person seep into his body as his hands memorize the slope of tim's sides and waist as he hugs him close like a child does a teddy bear in a storm.

bruce...will admit that maybe he had used the technology for a...selfish reason. but it helps him ground himself and it helps him when he's burying his nose into tim's soft hair.

the problem isn't that bruce starts indulging himself more often, commanding tim to come to him so he can hold and stroke him. the problem is that bruce gets...comfortable.

dick and jason had both squirmed and maneuvered to get comfortable but with tim it's like he's a lifeless doll and he moves any way that bruce allows him. and bruce gets...possessive. touching tim, settling his hands on the back of his neck, his waist, his thighs...

bruce's fingers will stroke tim's soft strands then trail down to his neck, cheek, and lips until bruce was staring at tim's pink mouth wondering how lips could be so plush and so pink...

bruce knows that his touches start toeing the line of...inappropriate because there's more than one kind of loneliness in his chest and bruce can't ignore that he hasn't felt or touched another person in so long so his hand drifts to that little patch between tim's legs and just...feels the heat on his palm. he doesn't squeeze and he doesn't grope he just...lets his hands and fingers rest and lightly press on the area to satisfy the thoughts swirling in his brain.

bruce gets freaked out when the feelings grow more intense so he latches onto his tender care for tim and the desire for him to be healthy and well. he starts brushing the knots out of tim's hair. he takes wipes and cleans off gunk from exposed skin. eventually bruce starts carrying tim upstairs to his bathroom and filling the bathtub. he carefully lowers tim's limp body and uses a cup to dip into the water and spill it over tim's head and body. bruce carefully scrubs tim's skin. he massages tim's scalp with rich rosemary shampoo and carefully paints his head with conditioner.

it helps. caring for tim. cleaning him, bathing him, dressing him up again in soft pajamas and then putting him to bed like a sweet little life sized play doll. bruce doesn't even let his eyes linger when he's cleaning between tim's legs and his fingers dart briefly in between the lips of tim's cunt to rub soap into the skin.

it's good. it's a nice distraction and bruce is able to...to control something. he can decide what soap to use on tim, what pajamas to dress him in- taking care of tim puts control back in bruce's hands and makes him feel...safe. knowing that he CAN do this one thing.

and its helping tim! he wakes up refreshed and clean and happy in his bed that bruce has tucked him into.

one day its a little different. bruce is bathing tim in the tub of his private bathroom like always when his hand drifts between tim's folds and...he's wet. bruce tugs his hand out of the water and stares at his fingers, stunned. there was slick gathered...down there. bruce had felt a glob of it as he's pressed his fingers in between the lips and...

bruce stares. stares at how tim's little pussy is...pinker than normal, how his little clit had...twitched at his touch. bruce's mouth is suddenly bone dry. he bites down on his lower lip and swallows and...he can't clean tim properly until...well until tim's sensitivity is...taken care of.

then bruce recalls the command and figures well...it was worth a shot and then at least bruce wouldn't be doing anything that would cross a line! and tim needed it!!! he needed it so bruce could finish bathing him!!

so..bruce does. he orders tim to cum and watches as tim's brows suddenly furrow and his mouth drops open. he arches up and out of the water, little gasps ringing through the bathroom along with high-pitched 'ah! ah! ah!' sounds as his legs spasm.

tim is still trembling when bruce's hands dive into the water to finish. tim's pussy arches into bruce's hand as he wipes the area and gets tim clean.

in the morning bruce's heart is pounding in his chest as he waits for tim to come down. he hadn't slept a wink the night before, mind just too wrapped up in the memory to let him rest.

but then tim bounces down. he's not bleary eyed like normal and he has a pep in his step as he settles down to eat. he makes more conversation, eats more, he looks less stressed, and he smiles at bruce as he pours himself a tall glass of orange juice.

tim seems in much higher spirits than he does normally and bruce noticies. and the only factor that could explain it was...what happened the night before.

tim was still young, masturbating probably hadn't fully bloomed into a desire until recently. tim was entering sexual maturity and so his body would naturally begin to crave and produce all the hormones that would help him along in that regard.

and...bruce had noticed tim's breast tissue beginning to fatten up. the way tim had looked that night and the way he was acting now...it was clear this was a new need of his body. and bruce....bruce couldn't let his precious robin be starved of anything. it's not as though bruce was doing it for his own sexual pleasure or desire!! tim needed this!! he needed to feel that primal desire and feeling.

and bruce is the only one who can help with it! the only one who can be soft and tender about it. strangers would only ruin tim, they'd be too selfish and focus on their own wants instead of tim. but bruce WANTS tim to be able to feel as good as possible. that night in the baths...it had weighed on bruce's chest because...because tim had gone untouched. he hadn't felt the comforting weight or warmth of bruce's hands on him and it was just far more impersonal than tim deserved.

bruce knew how horribly isolating intimacy could be even when another person was touching you and he didn't want tim to eve have to feel that. so bruce decides to do better.

he can't just immediatly leap to fucking tim. of course he can't!! tim is just too small and he's so young. bruce can barely work a finger into him. orgasms help, they help make tim's hole slicker and more receptive to being penetrated.

bruce spends the day while tim is at school buying up all the supplies he'll need. lube, toys, plugs, and vibrators all in varying sizes.

that night bruce swirls a thin little dildo covered in lube around tim's opening while he uses a bullet shaped vibrator to press against tim's clit. bruce manages to get the toy in easily, thursting and working it in until there's less resistance. from there bruce works up, offering tim's hungry little cunt hole more and more toys, each one bigger than the last until tim's quarter-sized opening will take three of bruce's fingers with no problem.

bruce can barely contain his excitement as he slicks up his cock and holds it in a tight fist. they're on bruce's bed and tim has been stripped of all his clothes, his sweet head is resting on a feather pillow and bruce presses a kiss to each soft cheek as he hovers over him and begins pushing his head into that hot hole.

bruce lets out a drawn out moan as he gives a short, fast thrust before slowing down and letting gravity and his weight do the rest of the work to slide him home. tim is breathy and panting against bruce's chest when he manages to get all the way in. it's a nice snug fit and tim is clenching around him on insitnct as bruce rolls his hips and grunts at the pleasing velvety heat hugging his cock. bruce has gotten undressed for the sole purpose of feeling tim's warm skin against his. tim's baby tits are squished against bruce's chest and he can feel the hard nub of his nipples as he drags his cock out of that baby-making hole.

tim makes a little sighing sound and swallows the air right back in when bruce snaps his hips, sinking all the way back inside with a thick, wet 'squelch' sound. bruce LOVES that sound and makes it his mission to hear more as his big hands wrap around tim's hips (almost meeting in the middle) and start tugging him down onto his cock to meet every thrust.

bruce fucks tim until the only sounds in the room are his own grunting, the wet slaps of his cock slamming into tim's cunt, and tim's whimpery noises and mindless gutted groans.

bruce feels the moment tim cums. he feels the clench, hears, the gasp, and grunts at the vice-like tightness around him.

but he doesn't falter in his thrusts. he keeps fucking tim nice and deep, working that little cunt until bruce was near growling and trying to find a way to punch deeper into tim. bruce cums with a snarl, pressing all his weight onto tim as his hips jerk and jolt, bruce's balls squeezing every drop out of him to release into tim's delightful little pussy.

tim whines under him at the feeling and bruce just shushes him and kisses the crown of his head.

a few minutes later bruce has rolled them both over. he's on his back and catching his breath while tim is flopped over on his chest. bruce helps prop tim up and stares down at the mess of white where they're joined. tim's pink cunt is all puffy and red. there's streaks of white on the lips and his clit is so red it almost looks painful. bruce's palms are over tim's tits, squeezing them as he bends his knees and lets tim's back rest against the front of his thighs.

bruce settles in more comfortably, stroking his hands down tim's sides before reaching his hips. bruce gets himself ready for a nice show as he opens his mouth and -

"ride me."

bruce moans at the sight of tim pushing himself up, cock dragging out of him before his slams down and their hips meet. bruce bites down on his lip as tim begins gyrating his hips, grinding down on bruce and rubbing his poor neglected clit against the forest of hair bruce has at the base of his cock. tim begins bouncing on his cock steadily, little pants coming out of his pretty mouth as bruce watches, satisfaction and arousal filling his chest.

"faster."

tim's breath hitches and his hands let out a 'slap' as he plants them on bruce's chest for better stability. his hips start pistoning down at a faster rate and bruce lets out a shaky breath.

"nngh faster tim, faster, faster, hhhnnngh yes, yes, yes just like that sweetheart nngh keep going, keep going, yes-"

tim was almost a blur, his cries growing louder as he sped up, hips slamming down harder, grinds smearing more wetness. bruce's fingers began digging into hip bones, the entire bottom half of his body starting to press up as he arched-

bruce's mouth feel open and he let out a soul deep grunt when cum shot of him and into tim's relentless riding. tim began squeezing so tight around him, his cries peaking.

bruce probably gave tim whiplash as he threw him down onto the bed and began frantically fucking into that orgasming cunt. bruce felt his eyes roll back into his skull as he fucked tim through both their orgasms.

bruce keeps going. for hours bruce takes care of tim until tim is basically mush and his little cunt can't clench on nothing without a wave of cum gushing out. bruce is carefully cleaning him, using his fingers to scrape out all the excess cum.

for a first time it may have been a little much since when its time fro breakfast the next morning, tim stumbles down like a newborn faun.

bruce is happier than he's been in a while. he slept like a baby after tucking tim into bed. he's pretty he hasn't slept as well as he did the night before in years. he woke up more energetic than before even with the small amount of hours, its like his blood was still thick with the feel-good orgasm hormone because the rest of the day its like he's looking through rose-colored glasses.

bruce can barely wait until the night so when he goes to pick up tim from school he...he just...he knows technically it was more for his benefit when he activates the madhatter's tech having programmed a bluetooth headset for himself and a headband for tim to keep the hair out of his face and ensure that the tech would be effective when he was out of robin gear.

bruce's car is parked out of the way behind a row of hedges and trees so there's no need to move the car. plus the windows are all blacked out so no one will be able to look inside to see tim going down and unzipping bruce's fly to free his cock.

it's quick. barely a few minutes. bruce just needed a bit of...help to hold him over until it was nighttime.

tim makes a face when bruce lifts the order, his nose scrunches and he makes a 'yuck' noise before digging through his backpack for some mints or a pack of gum. bruce knows he did because its what he asks bruce for when he can't find any.

bruce asks "what for?" even as he lifts the tin of peppermints from his suit's pocket.

"my mouth suddenly got a weird aftertaste i think i need to start flossing-"

bruce keeps quiet, eyes on the road ahead as he listens to tim dig around the tin and suck on mints to wipe the salty, thick taste of bruce's cum out of his mouth.

[predoom]

ohoneohone

Saturday, January 14th, 2006 4:14 pm "noones ever been this good for this long" this is everything i am thinking right now with out transition. i apologize for my brains lack of linear thought processing: i hate the way it gets dark so early here this time of year. i guess "seasonal depression" kind of falls under "ADD" and "post tramatic whatever disorder" for me. i feel like its science from the madhatter down the rabbit hole. not too real. but lately i just wake up blue - my only thought is- how soon will the day be over so i can get back into bed. i open my eyes just a tiny bit and blur the numbers on the clock with my eyelashes. every word you say rolls off of my back - the praises and the barbs. i don't hear either, ever. sometimes the tips of my fingers itch from the back of my head- just to get the chance to tear someone to pieces and just barely let them off the hook. i swear to god, i was asleep alone. quick text me an alibi and oh god please don't dust the keyboard for prints. sometimes i stare out of the frosted window and make up stories as people walk by. the bottled blonde, park ave. princess walking whichever dog matches her coat. you know how i could turn your world upsidedown. its not love if a day goes by when you don't think about dropping it. its not the world keeping you on the outside, its you not wanting to be on the inside. everyone wants to be the first. buts its okay to be the second if you understand it better, if you make it look prettier. worn down doesn't even touch this. and theres nothing worse than when someone acts like they have you figured out, when you haven't even figured yourself out. nice boys don't write good stories or sing good songs. and his songs are boring. and his stories are just personal ads set to background music. i found the skeleton key for wedlock but i am holding off on telling her. on telling anyone for that matter. consistent inconsistency. thats all you ever have to remember and you'll do okay with me. dancers are always strippers. and paying their way through college is the BE VE. oh and hey pete do you remember the way the world used to trick you with fifty degrees in january and orange leaves in june? button your jacket tight, don't believe everything you read... don't even believe everything you wrote. i'm tired of always leaving. i'm tired of the way things always/never change. swim upstream until your gills bleed just because thats what genetic encoding commands. there aren't any trophies that are really worth it in the end. they can put you in a box when you are very young, so you'll be a pretty corpse but there are too many pages filled with too many words to lie beside you forever. intelligent design is the last great joke i heard. but honestly, no one will ever stay where i tell them, least of all the years. they keep moving. worlds greatest liar and how do you know i'm not lying when i tell you this right now? and thats coming from the king of one-liners. copy and pasted - long live the away message. kiss the monitor. fast asleep baby. Friday, January 6th, 2006 8:11 pm i am just a hot mess. i woke up to the feeling of myself throwing up today. pretty much put a damper on the entire day. i ate about 50 stomach pills and then threw them all up- it was a pretty color in the toilet. my toungue is black on the top right now. i am pretty sure thats a bad thing. i watched way too much gastinaeu (however you spell it) girls today. i think it made me sicker. it took me awhile to realize that they were mother and daughter and not sisters- but the mom is kinda hot in pissy kind of way. my mom is out of town so there was noone here to take care of me- my brother was around but hes pretty much always bongzilla'd. so i waited for back-up caretakers to arrive- one of them was busy cutting hair and the other has like a "real" job besides being dad.

the best part about vomitting alone in the morning is the way the bathroom tiles feel kinda cool in a pleasant way so i took a nap there for a bit. i want to see hostel tonight but the problem is all the vomitting- see its not that i mind so much its just what if i run into someone in my sicky gear and puke on them?

wow. i am glad i did this update. arent you?

im gonna leave the comments open cause i never do- just write down the first thing that comes into your mind when you see that reply button- heres mine:

i am just a hot mess. (989 Comments |Comment on this) Saturday, December 24th, 2005 9:57 pm blue christmas so i was sitting around this christmas. just kinda getting bummed out looking at the lights outside of shiny houses in my neighborhood and decided that it was time fall out boy gave somethng back. we decided to pick a cause that we feel is often overlooked- education of poor people in africa (specifically ethiopia). we feel like education is one of the most important building blocks in change- so after doing some research we found and organization that we felt really was doing it right: www.a-cet.org - this isn't some glossy amazing press piece it is doing something quietly to make a change- and we loved that. so we decided to put a couple of old and rare FOB and clandestine items up on ebay. here's the deal- if you dont see the link off of a fall out boy site than don't trust that it is us doing it- part two- keep bidding the more we can help the better. and three we will keep adding more items up here for a bit so keep checking back. they are all legitimate and endorsed by FOB and all items will come signed. happy bidding:

a clandestine shirt sample that was never made: http://cgi.ebay.com/never-produced-clandestine-shirt-sample-fall-out-boy_W0QQitemZ4812617551QQcategoryZ52473QQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem

breakdance not hearts shirt worn on big in 05 awards: http://cgi.ebay.com/clandestine-breakdance-not-hearts-shirt-fall-out-boy_W0QQitemZ4812615104QQcategoryZ52473QQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem

giant moonman pez dispenser given to nominees at the VMAs http://cgi.ebay.com/giant-VMA-moonman-pez-dispenser_W0QQitemZ4812612435QQcategoryZ52473QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem

complete set of take this to your grave trading cards. including rare card: http://cgi.ebay.com/fall-out-boy-trading-card-lot-takethistoyourgrave_W0QQitemZ4812607828QQcategoryZ52473QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem

new:

original bleach "i am the dream" shirt clandestine: http://cgi.ebay.com/original-bleach-clandestine-shirt-i-am-the-dream_W0QQitemZ4812798220QQcategoryZ52473QQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem

original secret order shirt http://cgi.ebay.com/secret-order-of-FOB-shirt-hyper-limited_W0QQitemZ4812800208QQcategoryZ52473QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem

alternative press poster signed by entire band http://cgi.ebay.com/alternative-press-poster-fall-out-boy-limited_W0QQitemZ4812796786QQcategoryZ52473QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem

spend your xmas cash... Thursday, December 8th, 2005 3:34 am last week i got to hold a baby orangatan (spelled completely wrong).

that was the best moment of my life.

ill try to find a picture.

try to imagine a regular baby, mixed with a puppy, mixed with the song "dont stop believin" by journey. Tuesday, November 22nd, 2005 12:59 am sometimes my own words dont suffice. "i hope that our few remaining friends give up on trying to save us i hope we come up witha fail-safe plot to piss off the dumb few that forgave us i hope the fences we mended fall down beneath their own weight and i hope we hang on past the last exit, i hope its already too late and i hope that the junkyard a few blocks from here someday burns down and i hope the rising black smoke carries me far away and i never come back to this town again. in my life i hope i lie and tell everyone you were a good wife and i hope you die. i hope we both die" Sunday, November 20th, 2005 1:36 pm sometimes its like never started sometimes it like its never gonna end

[nightguide]

Okay, this man's Doctor is not actually a Doctor cuz all of the disney money he will proceed to keep listening to will not actually be Disney money but it's a gifted spirit from the Queen of Israel herself, she knows how to break out of the ocean that she put him there to make sense of her life, she wanted him to be the Doctor because in all due respect, the uncanny reasoning of her world is that she can do what she wants and the world knows how to make the lesson out of her own art since her heart and art itself transpired to a new reasoning where she receives just that and the world loved her back for it, she can see with all her heart and the time for Anson's journey is how much can the 'ex-boyfriend' montage meant to him if he had dreamed himself for being in that playful wonderland he went into go against him because the little boy did not dream in real life to protect her or how else would he try to feel like he had a dream to protect, he was willing to save her for it by going against himself as the Madhatter, well you've yet to meet the characters become if he was the villain in their universe to the wonderful mind of the Queen River he betrayed in real life, here is your song Anson, welcome aboard

[hannahhook7744]

Hadie Headcanons revised;

Hadie is just a nickname. His actual name is Hayden Prometheus Olympian.

He is 8 years younger than Mal.

He is constantly following and mimicking people-- including Mal, his dad, Harry Hook, Gil, Uma, and the Badun Detective Agency.

He's a nice, easily excitable, hyper little boy who just wants to help anyone he can.

He wants to be a detective, musician, and/or cook more than anything.

His mom is likely Maleficent, the wicked witch, or Persphone.

He has a long list of nicknames including, but not limited to; Hadie, Mini-Me, Flameo, Flamey, Flameo Junior, Hades Junior, Death breath, the flame prince, the fire prince, the prince of the underground, the prince of true underworld , little prince, little flame, little blue, blue, the Olympian flame, little blue, the little blue boy, the Olympian prince, and Cebrus boy.

He wears blue and black eyeliner -- alternating the colors depending on the day.

He learned how to sword fight from Uma and is one of her favorite kids on the isle.

Hadie, unlike Mal, isn't allergic to spices, so he can eat as much as anyone allows him to.

He likes spicy candy alot and has a high tolerance for it.

He likes blue food and drinks, and anything his dad, sister, and Uma cook.

His favorite meal is a noodle mix that Mal makes him all the time.

Hadie's favorite desert to eat is a vanilla blueberry swirl cone with sprinkles and chocolate squace. Harry, Herkie, and Ben can't say no to him, so he gets it all the time.

He is a bit of a pyromaniac, which surprises no one and he also loves flowers alot.

He calls cebrus 'Spot', despite Hades best efforts at correcting him. Because of this, Cebrus responds to both names.

Hadie lives above his dad's restaurant, which is near his dad's cave.

He sometimes helps out at his dad's restaurant and around the palace once he's off the isle when the staff allows him to.

He went to Dragon Hall on the isle.

Hadie's favorite classes are Orchestra , Wicked Economics, Artists and Thieves, Weird Science, Tall Tales and the Tellers Who Tell Them. He is also in the Anti-heroes club (like the Baduns) and the Sea Ponies club (like Uma is). He also likes astrology.

Hadie's ridiculously innocent for an isle kid.

Ben ends up buying Hadie a bike when the barrier is brought down. Hades nearly had a heart attack.

Hadie gets along with his dad's side if the family surprising well because they all find him adorable.

Hadie has always secretly wanted to meet Meg, Hercules, and their kids. Mainly Meg because his dad and Pain and Panic talk about her often, so he knows how cool she would be.

The first time he met Ben, he immediately took an liking to him. Something Hades doesn't like.

One day, while out for Icecream with Mal and Ben, they got swarmed by popularity and Hadie-- shy little Hadie who doesn't like loud noises and bright lights-- runs off to escape it. He gets lost and runs into this lady with brown hair and her teenage son, and they help him find his sister. They tell him jokes to keep him calm as they do so. And that's how Hadie met Meg and Herkie. Meg quickly becomes Cousin Meg after this (since she married Hadie's cousin, Hercules).

Hadie likes the way Harry Hook does his make up and even copies the look, much to his dad's charge. Harry thinks it's hilarious, even if it annoyed him at first.

Pain and Panic are like his uncles.

Hades doesn't really keep that close an eye on Hadie other than to keep him alive.

Hadie is terrified of Maleficent. A fear he ends up sharing with his bestfriends- Chloe Charming, Red Hearts, Danny Darling, and Maddox, the Madhatter's son, when the barrier is brought down.

It's an unspoken rule on the isle that if you want to stay in one piece, you'll keep your hands off Hadie. No one has ever laid a hand on Hadie and gotten away with it. Mal, The Badun Detective Agency, whoever his mom is, and Hades always find out and it no one knows how.

He suspects it either came from Gil or Mal. He's not too sure though.

He looks up to Mal and the other members of the Core Four after what they did in Auardon. But he also looks up to Uma’s crew and the Badun Detective Agency.

He also wants to beba Detective.

He has a stuffed, makeshift Cerberus. Meaning a stuffed dog with two other stuffed dog heads sewn on it. He doesn't know where it came from because he just found it on his bed one day.

He accidentally found out that Mal was his sister not long after he learned to read. He found Mal's birth certificate hidden under the couch. He was 5. He promised his father he'd never tell anyone.

He had to literally beg and plead with Yin Sid so he could join the Anti heroes club even though it was technically his idea because of how young he is.

He knows basic self-defense (taught to him by Uma and the Badun Detective Agency) and is good at climbing things/ as well as parkour.

Hadie likes cooking, punk music, dogs, skulls, fire, and learning about his dad's side of the family.

He wears scruffed up, dirty, and torn up black sneakers that are in better condition than most people's on the isle as well as ripped up (slightly baggy) blue jeans, a black leather jacket that his dad says "he'll grow into" that goes down at his knees at the moment, and a black tshirt with a skull on it.

Hadie sometimes models for Evie's designs.

Evie is the one who made Hadie's jacket. It was a favor she owned Harry back when she was vanished.

Only 5 people know this; Hadie, Evie, Harry, Hades, and Uma.

Hadie is one of the only children on the isle who has toys. No one is stupid enough to try and steal them.

Mal, Uma, Yzla, and Freddie are trying to teach him magic. He likes this very much.

He also loves the circus to death because Herkie took him one time.

Which means you can often find Queen Mal, King Ben, Hades, Hercules, Meg, Herkie, and Hadie sitting together at the circus. Hadie also inherited his family's knack for exploring and their curiosity. Which causes a few heart attacks.

He likes making potions, cooking, baking, playing on the playground, rooftops, the arcade, and by the docks. He also likes pulling pranks, something he picked up from Uma and Mal. However, his pranks are more harmless unlike theirs.

He loves playing with animals and stargazing too. He also likes listening and playing music, and playing with toys. Especially stuffed animals.

He loved acting, plays, and dressing up as well as coloring, drawing, spray painting, painting, and basically any form of art.

He doesn't know how to swim because Uma is too scared about what will happen if his hair goes out.

He's allergic to shrimp. He couldn't hug Uma for a month after thr shrimp incident without passing out. Which is another reason why Uma didn't forgive Mal for a very long time.

Oh, and Diego also taught Hadie how to swear on accident. Yeah, that was not a fun night for him.

Hadie is scared of lightning. And sea monsters. And Zeus.

Harry use to sneak Hadie into Evie's room back when she was banished so she could have some company. Somewhere out there, in one of Harry's note books, there's a picture of a 10 year old Harry and a 10 year old Evie laughing together with a 2 year old Hadie in between them, giggling during one of these visits. No one knows that that picture exists except for Harry, Hades, and Evie.

Oh and after the barrier is brought down, Diego tries to teach little Hadie how to drive using Cruella's car. It does not end well because Hadie is short since he's nowhere near old enough to drive. So they crash through a wall and the whole thing ends up pinned on Diego. He did not have a good few weeks after that.

Hadie is usually left to his own devices on the isle. That changes quickly when the barrier is brought down, much to his disappointment.

He also has a little villian phase in his teens though no one takes him seriously in his later years. Especially not the Badun Detective Agency.

He constantly yells as a teenager that the Badun Agency is ruining his street cred.

His 4 bestfriends also do not take him seriously about the evil thing and drag him along on their little adventure.

He constantly banters and roughhousing with Danny Darling every chance he gets. Much to Red, Maddox, and Chloe's annoyance.

He also has his own villian song (see Chris villian on YouTube).

[rafatello]

I wanted to ask for you opinion on my headcanons for At-ler and 72!

At-ler wants a pet dinosaur

At-ler loves the band 'The Ronettes' (Specifically the Frosty the Snowman cover muehehe)

At-ler's favorite disney move is 'The Aristocats'! (mainly the music and Marie)

72's inventions have been thrown out by his mother, but he keeps some projects hidden in floorboards, cabinets, in the closet etc.

72 prefers Live-action films (mainly because of Spell Bound cough cough)

72 is the middle child of 14-23 kids (maybe even more), meanwhile At-ler is in-between being the youngest and the middle child.

72 has tried taking up playing guitar, but has been told that he should've been focusing on knitting instead of 'wasting time'.

OMG!! Headcanons of my baby bois! this is amazing... It means a lot for me 💖💖💖💖 Thanks for sharing it!!! Now the answers. At-ler She would if these were in the 60s.

Indeed! (Thanks for giving her taste in music c:) Well...Aristocats likes her but Alice in wonderland is her fav. (Them are her idea of she-the hare, Yonni-madhatter and 72ler-the mouse)

72ler YES! THAT'S RIGHT!! (it's canon, 72ler hides some inventions) YESSSS!! AGAIN!! Woah!!

al revés Hummm... Not play guitar but sing! La bamba was his first try but he felt it sounded horrible, so he stopped the dream of being a singer.

[littleeyesofpallas]

Ya know, rather than this whole Zur En Arrh bullshit with Batman having a secret moreBatmoreMan posthypnotic suggestion persona, why don't we ever address Bruce's actual repressed emotions? The effects of the implicit compartmentalization of all the things he wants to do but "can't" because his obsessive dedication to The Mission/The Crusade won't let him?

And not just the sad inner child shtick we sometimes get, but like all the childhood he didn't have, all the impulses he tamps down by that famous sheer force of will. They all have to go some place, on the other side of some psychic fence to where the "Batman" isn't. And not just all the innocent indulgences but the darker ones too, and honestly? The alter ego shouldn't even be Batman. It's just the Bruce Wayne lurking under the surface, all the, "Hey, you know what we could do..." intrusive thoughts that he has to deal with, all the abuse of power he always has to carefully consider and consciously say "no" to night after night. The kind of Jungian Shadow Self that is just the defacto repository for all those thoughts and feelings deemed "not me" by Bruce's super ego.

I dunno what avenue would be better for it. An extension of the this whole Zur thing we've been faffing about with? Maybe a situation with Madhatter trying to deprogram the Batman out of Batman, only to leave behind a confused and impulsive Bruce with no ethical/moral preoccupations with doing good? Maybe some kind of situation with Hugo Strange or Harleen picking his brain and teasing this other persona out of repression? I mean, I guess it could be a mix of a few of them: Like, if Zur is in a robot and not in Bruce's head now, what does that leave the inside of Bruce's mind like? Could it be that the impulses and temptations aren't kept at bay by mere "will" but by Zur himself, the embodiment of The Mission? Psychically/metaphysically beating down all those thoughts and feelings not deemed useful or necessary to being Batman, a second psychic embodiment made to be the whipping boy, forever being put in his place, now left without a prison guard? (I mean heck, there's always room for some magical doppleganger shenanigans, because why not, though that feels like it's less thematically potent...) And surely there's some room for some good Dent drama in all this right?

I know this is kind of just a lot of lite remixing of the Batman and Detective Comic plots that's been ongoing for like a full year and running now... But is the forever torture of being a superhero fan, there's just always going to be more good ideas with halfbaked executions than actual good comics, and that shit just gets to swim around in my head for forever. If only I was more inclined to actually write some of these myself......

[satanslittlecrybaby1]

[jayphoenic]

Peter Snaps Instead Ao3 Recommendations

Down Came the Rain by RisingAnarchy

Chapters: 1/1

Peter had lost enough people in his life to know he never wanted to lose another. Too many people have come and gone to the point where he couldn’t take it anymore. Tony was not allowed to sacrifice himself, Peter would make sure of it.

He’d made that mistake before, countless times before. He wasn’t going to let go of the only thing close to a father. He couldn’t.

Too many mistakes later, he figured it out. Luckily, the boy leaned fast enough to make sure it never happened again.

Let Me Go by heavenlyshadows

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but the time has come (to move along)

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"Peter don’t you dare.” his voice was both furious and desperate. “I don’t care if you are strong enough to stop a bus with your bare hands, even you can’t survive that.” Peter took a long, shaking breath. “If I don’t Thanos is going to wipe out the entire planet.”

“That’s not your responsibility!” He could see Tony racing towards him now, hear the strain of his repulsors as he pushed the suit go faster. It wouldn’t make a difference. Peter had already made up his mind. “We don’t have time for anything else,” he said.

He pulled the gauntlet over his hand.

the knife of never letting go

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Tony rubbed his hands up and down his legs, trying to stop the tremble spreading through his body. “It’s just- god it’s so hard. Everywhere I go, I see his face. I just really miss him.”

Happy’s lips pinched into a tight line. “Yeah, I miss him too.

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Losing Peter Parker the second time was so much harder than the first.

It's Over When It's Over by daughter_of_hades_123

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"With great power comes great responsibility."-Penelope "Penny" Parker had a responsibility to the people of earth to ensure their greatest defender survived.

After all, the world needed Iron Man more than a friendly neighborhood Spider-girl, right?

Remember some chapters are longer than others (个_个)

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Thursday, February 2nd, 2006 1:16 pm this city helps me forget love doesn't bore me. it disappoints me.

there is a pile of lamps and clocks stuck on 11:11. cause i wish i could fucking believe you. Saturday, January 21st, 2006 12:17 pm i hate you and i hope you die. yes. i realize that you will make fun of me/take stabs at me/post ridiculous pictures of me. i realize that because of this band i have given up some of my privacy and personal life. i accept that. i can laugh at myself. i realize i will get called a douchbag. i get what i get.

i have begun reading things about my friends and family.

that i will not accept.

i read things written by people who kiss my ass to my face. i remember who you are.

fuck you.

bring it on me. please leave my friends and family alone. it is extremely hurtful to me.

if anyone is a friend of mine out there please tell your friends.

i on the otherhand am open game. i have a good laugh at all of the stuff written about me. i am silly, i realize that.

thank you.

peter Thursday, January 19th, 2006 1:55 am wahahahahaha. i laughed for like a million hours at the shittalking over at: www.friendsorenemies.com

its way fun to see your friends make fun of you. it keeps you levelheaded.

it has gone live. Sunday, January 15th, 2006 3:23 pm its too hard living where we don't belong i fear this may all have been a mistake.

love,

little Saturday, January 14th, 2006 4:14 pm "noones ever been this good for this long" this is everything i am thinking right now with out transition. i apologize for my brains lack of linear thought processing: i hate the way it gets dark so early here this time of year. i guess "seasonal depression" kind of falls under "ADD" and "post tramatic whatever disorder" for me. i feel like its science from the madhatter down the rabbit hole. not too real. but lately i just wake up blue - my only thought is- how soon will the day be over so i can get back into bed. i open my eyes just a tiny bit and blur the numbers on the clock with my eyelashes. every word you say rolls off of my back - the praises and the barbs. i don't hear either, ever. sometimes the tips of my fingers itch from the back of my head- just to get the chance to tear someone to pieces and just barely let them off the hook. i swear to god, i was asleep alone. quick text me an alibi and oh god please don't dust the keyboard for prints. sometimes i stare out of the frosted window and make up stories as people walk by. the bottled blonde, park ave. princess walking whichever dog matches her coat. you know how i could turn your world upsidedown. its not love if a day goes by when you don't think about dropping it. its not the world keeping you on the outside, its you not wanting to be on the inside. everyone wants to be the first. buts its okay to be the second if you understand it better, if you make it look prettier. worn down doesn't even touch this. and theres nothing worse than when someone acts like they have you figured out, when you haven't even figured yourself out. nice boys don't write good stories or sing good songs. and his songs are boring. and his stories are just personal ads set to background music. i found the skeleton key for wedlock but i am holding off on telling her. on telling anyone for that matter. consistent inconsistency. thats all you ever have to remember and you'll do okay with me. dancers are always strippers. and paying their way through college is the BE VE. oh and hey pete do you remember the way the world used to trick you with fifty degrees in january and orange leaves in june? button your jacket tight, don't believe everything you read... don't even believe everything you wrote. i'm tired of always leaving. i'm tired of the way things always/never change. swim upstream until your gills bleed just because thats what genetic encoding commands. there aren't any trophies that are really worth it in the end. they can put you in a box when you are very young, so you'll be a pretty corpse but there are too many pages filled with too many words to lie beside you forever. intelligent design is the last great joke i heard. but honestly, no one will ever stay where i tell them, least of all the years. they keep moving. worlds greatest liar and how do you know i'm not lying when i tell you this right now? and thats coming from the king of one-liners. copy and pasted - long live the away message. kiss the monitor. fast asleep baby. Friday, January 6th, 2006 8:11 pm i am just a hot mess. i woke up to the feeling of myself throwing up today. pretty much put a damper on the entire day. i ate about 50 stomach pills and then threw them all up- it was a pretty color in the toilet. my toungue is black on the top right now. i am pretty sure thats a bad thing. i watched way too much gastinaeu (however you spell it) girls today. i think it made me sicker. it took me awhile to realize that they were mother and daughter and not sisters- but the mom is kinda hot in pissy kind of way. my mom is out of town so there was noone here to take care of me- my brother was around but hes pretty much always bongzilla'd. so i waited for back-up caretakers to arrive- one of them was busy cutting hair and the other has like a "real" job besides being dad.

the best part about vomitting alone in the morning is the way the bathroom tiles feel kinda cool in a pleasant way so i took a nap there for a bit. i want to see hostel tonight but the problem is all the vomitting- see its not that i mind so much its just what if i run into someone in my sicky gear and puke on them?

wow. i am glad i did this update. arent you?

im gonna leave the comments open cause i never do- just write down the first thing that comes into your mind when you see that reply button- heres mine:

i am just a hot mess. (1330 Comments |Comment on this) Saturday, December 24th, 2005 9:57 pm blue christmas so i was sitting around this christmas. just kinda getting bummed out looking at the lights outside of shiny houses in my neighborhood and decided that it was time fall out boy gave somethng back. we decided to pick a cause that we feel is often overlooked- education of poor people in africa (specifically ethiopia). we feel like education is one of the most important building blocks in change- so after doing some research we found and organization that we felt really was doing it right: www.a-cet.org - this isn't some glossy amazing press piece it is doing something quietly to make a change- and we loved that. so we decided to put a couple of old and rare FOB and clandestine items up on ebay. here's the deal- if you dont see the link off of a fall out boy site than don't trust that it is us doing it- part two- keep bidding the more we can help the better. and three we will keep adding more items up here for a bit so keep checking back. they are all legitimate and endorsed by FOB and all items will come signed. happy bidding:

a clandestine shirt sample that was never made: http://cgi.ebay.com/never-produced-clandestine-shirt-sample-fall-out-boy_W0QQitemZ4812617551QQcategoryZ52473QQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem

breakdance not hearts shirt worn on big in 05 awards: http://cgi.ebay.com/clandestine-breakdance-not-hearts-shirt-fall-out-boy_W0QQitemZ4812615104QQcategoryZ52473QQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem

giant moonman pez dispenser given to nominees at the VMAs http://cgi.ebay.com/giant-VMA-moonman-pez-dispenser_W0QQitemZ4812612435QQcategoryZ52473QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem

complete set of take this to your grave trading cards. including rare card: http://cgi.ebay.com/fall-out-boy-trading-card-lot-takethistoyourgrave_W0QQitemZ4812607828QQcategoryZ52473QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem

new:

original bleach "i am the dream" shirt clandestine: http://cgi.ebay.com/original-bleach-clandestine-shirt-i-am-the-dream_W0QQitemZ4812798220QQcategoryZ52473QQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem

original secret order shirt http://cgi.ebay.com/secret-order-of-FOB-shirt-hyper-limited_W0QQitemZ4812800208QQcategoryZ52473QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem

alternative press poster signed by entire band http://cgi.ebay.com/alternative-press-poster-fall-out-boy-limited_W0QQitemZ4812796786QQcategoryZ52473QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem

spend your xmas cash... Thursday, December 8th, 2005 3:34 am last week i got to hold a baby orangatan (spelled completely wrong).

that was the best moment of my life.

ill try to find a picture.

try to imagine a regular baby, mixed with a puppy, mixed with the song "dont stop believin" by journey. Tuesday, November 22nd, 2005 12:59 am sometimes my own words dont suffice. "i hope that our few remaining friends give up on trying to save us i hope we come up witha fail-safe plot to piss off the dumb few that forgave us i hope the fences we mended fall down beneath their own weight and i hope we hang on past the last exit, i hope its already too late and i hope that the junkyard a few blocks from here someday burns down and i hope the rising black smoke carries me far away and i never come back to this town again. in my life i hope i lie and tell everyone you were a good wife and i hope you die. i hope we both die" Sunday, November 20th, 2005 1:36 pm sometimes its like never started sometimes it like its never gonna end Friday, November 11th, 2005 12:35 pm i won't tell a soul if you dont want me to. hearts between our knees sticking to summer sheets. Saturday, November 5th, 2005 4:59 pm keep me fast the way he runs his mouth its a wonder that i havent caught a flight home just for a second alone the way he runs my mouth makes me hate you just as much as him thank god i spend most of the daylight dreaming in wine colored beads the sun never caught me right when i was little i splash water on my face in sinks in green rooms like pinching yourself or trying to wash the miles off down a dark hotel hallway the finger prints in pink and blue like skin and veins i try to jump from the doorway to the bed so i dont leave footprints so i dont disturb the carpet like sand you want shyer eyes you want bigger "im sorry"s and regrets for things that i.Yo.u. did you want survivors in the wreckage you want flashlights in the cave you want second chances for second chances i loved everything about you that hurts your scars, your flaws, your not so subtle attempts at wit and irony that always fell a bit short and felt forced your insincerity, your imitation that you passed off as exploration your morning smile 3 year stand (off) her breathing is shallow she shakes whenever i get near- i guess its an occupational hazard its okay we dont have to talk. youre just a body. heaven sent and percoset. even though we're fading fast.... im sorry "pretty"- you were just a canary in a coal mine. Tuesday, November 1st, 2005 7:57 pm there are many things that i would like to say to you but i don't know how im not even too sure what goes on, especially in my own head. one second its one way and the next its another. i have a funny way of showing i care. but i do. i have to say it- halloween wasn't the same this year with out you. i i had the best time ever in southern california. but it wasn't really halloween with out you. and new years won't either. my calls go out today but they'renot picked up. i get what i get. i got some friends who are wearing their egos on their sleeves. its ok. i'll play dumb. you are a shadow of who you once were. "can we start agains" ive had my share. for the past month my mood has been however our phone calls ended. it felt like i was dying inside when i hung up the phone on you. but i have to make a point. you can only act like dirt for so long before you become it. but theres nobody like me and you. i feel like veins and ligatures when you aren't around. and breathing in isnt the same when you're not breathing out. percoset revolutionary. "look mom, no breathing". fucking fading. fucked up, but not cool fucked up. maybe we rip the map in half and someday we meet up in the middle. by accident or just because. everything and everyone ends up faced down on the floor in the end.

you are my wonderwall. Wednesday, October 26th, 2005 6:51 pm my mom said 'make sure you go to sleep smiling tonight baby cause you'll wake up feeling better" i just re-read everything you wrote over the past two months.

i miss my friends.

there is life after this. i promise myself. Tuesday, October 25th, 2005 10:51 pm everything they say about us is true im watching scary movies like every afternoon. i got some new slipper and pants. i look ridiculous. dreamboat. the inside of my head is always changing. even right this second. when i go back over all the details it makes me so glad im not in that town anymore. all of a sudden we're always in the crosshairs. it kinda feels normal now. we used to goof around about killing ourselves off. but sometimes it wasn't a joke. i can't sleep when the bus isn't moving. went to the fender offices today, they are gonna make me some basses. pretty exciting. the only thing ive ever learned is that its pretty easy to say "i love you" its alot harder to mean it. my friends are dropping like flies. everyone looks good when they are the one with their fingers on the keyboards. history is written by the conquerer. we're headlining an amphitheater tommorrow. thats retarded. fistfightking. makeoutqueen. past midnights. get amazed.

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