#robin found dead

[i-have-no-braincells]

me: wow will wood’s announced he’s going on tour, i wonder when he’ll be playing nearby.

oh wow he’s gonna be playing at two locations close enough for me to go.

but i might be out of town those days.

i should be back in town on the 18th of november.

the 18th is my birthday.

i could go see will wood on my birthday.

the event is 21+

[flwrkid14]

Red Hood vs. Red Robin: A Boyfriend's Dilemma

So, Danny Phantom has a confession to make: his favorite Gotham vigilante? It’s Red Hood. The sheer chaos, the boldness, the way Jason Todd absolutely doesn’t care what anyone thinks—it just speaks to Danny on a deep level. But the problem? He’s dating Tim Drake. Aka Red Robin. And Tim is not amused.

Every time Danny gushes about how cool Red Hood is, Tim gets this adorable little pout on his face. His arms cross, and he’ll start sulking like it’s some sort of cosmic injustice. And honestly? Danny loves it. He knows Tim’s his boyfriend, but watching him get all grumpy is way too fun to pass up.

But here’s the truth: as much as Danny admires Red Hood, Tim will always be his number one. No amount of Jason Todd fanboying could change that. Tim’s the one who makes him laugh, keeps him grounded, and knows him better than anyone. And when Tim’s sulking gets too much, Danny can’t resist it anymore. He pulls Tim close, pressing kisses all over his face until his boyfriend’s grumpy act finally cracks.

Yeah, he might pretend that Red Robin is only second best, but Danny knows where his heart truly lies. Tim Drake is, and will always be, his favorite.

[pinklotushere]

Promot "kisses while sitting in your lovers lap"

Pairing:tim drake x danny Fenton (red robin/phantom)

[Dead tired]

Danny sinks into the couch, his ethereal form a stark contrast to the worn fabric beneath him.

Tim, ever the daring Robin, climbs onto his lap with a mischievous glint in his eye. Their lips crash together, a collision of worlds - human and ghost, hero and vigilante.

Danny's hands, cool to the touch, slip under Tim's shirt, tracing patterns on heated skin. Tim hums softly, the sound swallowed by Danny's eager mouth.

They lose themselves in the kiss, passion building like a crescendo, until the rest of the world fades away.

It's just them, tangled together on this ratty old couch, two hearts beating as one - though Danny's, technically, doesn't beat at all.

Tim shifts closer, straddling Danny's lap as they meld together on the worn couch.

Danny's cool hands explore the curve of Tim's spine, sending shivers through him.

Their breaths mingle, hot and urgent, as Tim threads his fingers through Danny's messy hair.

Tim can feel Danny's heartbeat - or whatever ghosts have - quickening beneath his palm.

He presses closer, drinking in the soft sounds Danny makes, relishing how perfectly they fit together. In this pocket of time, nothing else matters.

Danny's cool hands stop at his hips and tim shivers, his fingers tangled in snow-white hair, pressing closer with each breathless kiss.

The soft glow of Danny's otherworldly aura bathes them both in ethereal light, making Tim's skin tingle where they touch.

Danny lets out a soft, needy whine when Tim nips at his lower lip, and Tim can't help but smirk against his mouth. He pulls back just enough to admire the way Danny's eyes flutter open, neon green and dazed with want. "You're beautiful," Tim murmurs, and Danny's face flushes a lovely shade of green before he surges forward to capture Tim's lips again.

Danny's arms tighten around Tim's hips as he lets him come up for air (the asshole isn't even winded), chest heaving, and face flushed.

Tim's fingers trace lazy patterns on Danny's shoulders, his eyes locked on those luminous green eyes that seem to glow even brighter in A contented sigh escapes Danny's lips, mirrored by the soft smile playing on Tim's face.

They sit there, tangled together on the couch, basking in the warmth of each other's presence and the satisfaction of shared affection.

Tim nuzzles his nose against Danny's, earning a quiet chuckle from his ghostly boyfriend.

[ryanwinsatlife]

GUYS

GUYS (+everyone else too ig)

So we all know brain dead/dead tired right? Tim x Danny?

Consider the following:

Tim as Gun Batman x Dan

Think about it!

Tim and Danny are extremely good friends (read, oblivious and head over heels). They start telling the other about their trauma. They start joke arguing about whose evil future self would win in a fight.

Danny realizes, hey, we can actually figure this out, and gives clockwork some puppy dog eyes to let them drop Dan and whoop ‘em GunTim style (Drake, for simplicity’s sake) somewhere they can’t hurt anyone. Mars, maybe.

It. Ah- Backfires. Spectacularly.

[jjaysontodd]

The more I read Jason the more I’m starting to think he might have bpd.

[undertheredhood]

jason accidentally trauma-dumps to this masked vigilante who he’s somehow immediately comfortable trusting while willis todd who is not dead and is very much still alive (but still hasn’t told his only living child yet) is internally screaming “WHAT DID THEY DO TO MY PRECIOUS BABY BOY?!?!?!?”

[drbatsponge]

Btw if anyone is curious they updated that pride cover that everyone was freaking out about for no reason.

[donna-rinascimentale]

some vintage dead poets society tv spots ♥️

[pandemonium-in-the-music-hall]

shoutout to films with beautiful aesthetics and music and cute boys and wonderful relationship dynamics and not enough female characters and themes of abandonment and familial trauma and homoromantic subtext and a found family that is destined to fall apart and robin williams

[jonathanbyersphd]

Justice for Argyle tbh

[plistommy]

The fear of Steve dying in s5 is so serious to me because I literally have nightmares about it like why is it consuming my LIFE oh my god

[i-will-physically-fight-you]

6. “Not to be dramatic, but I’m back from the dead. Hope y’all missed me.” With Virgil and Remus?

Title: On a Stormy Sea of Emotion

Word-Count: 1.7k

Summary:

"Not to be dramatic, but I'm back from the dead. Surprise!" Remus shoots a pair of finger guns, droplets of blood spraying out from his finger tips, "Hope y'all missed me."

The cloaked figure, the target of his finger guns, does not move. Their facemask, elegantly carved to mimic a raven, stares Remus down apathetically.

Remus laughs, clasping his hands behind his neck as he leans against a building that makes up the alleyway of their standoff, "C'mon, old man. I clawed myself out of the grave and this is how you treat your 'beloved son, departed from the earth too soon?'"

OR: a Superhero AU featuring Jason Todd coded-Remus.

Pairing: parental dukexity

Warnings: Superhero AU, Death mentions, blood mention, vomit mention, implied self harm, pstd flashback, morally grey characters, angst with ambiguous ending

Thank you for the prompt! This infected my brain all last night and today, hope you enjoy <3

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Killing isn't that hard of an action, really. There is a million ways to kill someone. Guns, knives, poison or the way Remus liked it--using your bare hands. It wasn't always the most effective, but when your target knocks your knife out of your hands--well, then you gotta go for the jugular.

Remus hums as he picks up his knife, examining it. The blood dripping from its blade landed on his gloves, coating it with a metallic stench. One time as a kid, he received a paper cut and out of curiosity, he stuck his finger inside his mouth to taste his own blood.

It just had a copper tangy taste, not very appetizing. But well, he's never tried someone else's blood, what if it had a different taste? Would a greedy drug lord's blood taste too greasy? Tainted by their lack of remorse and regard for the suffering and lives destroyed in their avaricious pursuit of wealth?

He is almost halfway to enacting on such an impulse, when something shifts behind him. He turns around swiftly, his knife meeting nothing but air. But there is something there, or rather someone.

Remus cackles, his eyes darting around his surroundings. There, in the shadows of the nearby dumpster. He lowers his knife, putting it away for now.

His heart clangs loudly against his ribcage as his ears began to clamor with a loud ringing noise. This moment has always been inevitable since the second he decided to remain in this hellish city.

Remus is many things, but he is not a fool nor is he a coward. He is exhilarated this moment has come at last. Not terrified.

"Hello daddy dearest," He calls out, "it's been a while."

His words are enough to draw out the cloaked figure from out of the shadows.

"Not to be dramatic, but I'm back from the dead. Surprise!" Remus shoots a pair of finger guns, droplets of blood spraying out from his finger tips, "Hope y'all missed me."

The cloaked figure, the target of his finger guns, does not move. Their facemask, elegantly carved to mimic a raven, stares Remus down apathetically.

Remus laughs, clasping his hands behind his neck as he leans against a building that makes up the alleyway of their standoff, "C'mon, old man. I clawed myself out of the grave and this is how you treat your 'beloved son, departed from the earth too soon?'"

He already knows the truth; maybe there was a time this man had regarded him as a beloved son. Back when Remus had been a quiet, subdued child, perfectly manageable and obedient. But that time had long passed.

"I know I probably should've stayed dead but you know me! I'm not great at following rules."

Virgil Storm, or in this case, "The Raven" still doesn't do anything. It is a little unnerving, actually. Remus had expected there to be harsh words thrown his way, or perhaps even be pinned into a chokehold by this point in the interaction.

The Raven doesn't kill. During his first bout at the whole being alive thing, that been a contentious point between the two. Yet, would an abomination like Remus count as a living being?

"And," Remus says abruptly, shifting his weight against the wall, "you can't kill me. You can try, but like. It won't work. I jumped off like a twenty story building--went splat! Like a bug, it was really messy, but I didn't die. Um, you can take a DNA sample to prove it's me--"

"Remus?" The Raven speaks at last, his voice garbled and gravelly from the voice modifier of the mask.

"Yeah, it's me. I mean, we both know Prince Boring doesn't have the guts to pull off a prank like this," Remus smirks, "I'm sure he's happy that I haven't been around to play screamo when I have the aux or fill his backpack with severed Barbie doll heads."

The Raven's cloaked figure starts staggering towards him. Remus moves to stand upright once more, his body tensing. He can take the punch, it'll hurt but it won't leave any bruises. Remus has done enough experimenting to know he can't be physically harmed anymore. At least not permanently in any way that matters.

But rather a punch thrown his way, the Raven's arms seize hold of him. Not around his neck, but around his body, as the Raven leans around him, his cloak wrapping around Remus like a blanket. He is...hugging Remus? What the fuck?

A cold pricking sensation hits Remus, spreading out through every inch of his body. But he does not move to resist the Raven's embrace.

"I'm sorry," His adoptive father murmurs, "I made so many mistakes, I was afraid but I shouldn't have allowed my fear to control me in the way that I did--"

"Aren't you paranoid?" Remus whispers, "What if I'm not actually Remus? What if I'm just a shapeshifter pretending to be him? Or--or something else?"

"But I know you're you. Do you really think I wouldn't have investigated the assumed grave robbery of my son's corpse?" The Raven counters, "I already have a DNA sample I collected from your confrontation with the Dragon Witch analyzed."

Of course, of course Virgil already had a DNA sample. To any sane person, this might've been a horrifying realization. But for Remus, who spent ten years under the man's roof, this was perfectly normal behavior of a man obsessive enough to run around as a nonpowered cloaked vigilante.

"Remus, you have every reason to hate me or even Roman," The voice modifier pitched upwards in an odd high tone, "but would you'd be willing to come home for at least Janus's sake?"

Remus forgets how to breathe for a moment. There are many reasons why he hasn't sought out his family. He isn't sure if he is willing to accept Virgil's apology, much less risk seeing Roman's face again. But Janus is different. He has always understood Remus in the ways the others never did.

Despite Janus being Virgil's "man in the chair" as it were, he has never operated with the same morals. Remus will never forget the time some henchmen broke into their secret hideout while Virgil and Roman had been away on a mission. Janus had not hesitated to put lead directly into their foreheads.

"I'm afraid I don't indulge in the same mercy as your father," Janus had said, tidying up the mess they'd left behind, "It is my duty to preserve the safety of those I've been sworn to protect, even if comes at the lives of others."

The Raven is a vigilante that is shrouded in mystery. There are rumors that circulate the streets that the Raven is inhuman, a being that moves swiftly and strikes without warning. Some even dare to whisper about the unfortunate ends that some of the Raven's victims have met. What they don't know is that last bit is all of Janus's doing.

It's why Remus has never understood Virgil's hypocrisy. He'll turn a blind eye to Janus's actions but Remus, roughing up a thug a little too harshly? Oh no, no, no, that was the most heinous thing Remus could ever do.

(He wonders what his adoptive father thinks of his actions not only tonight, but the past few months. Isn't this everything his father feared and more? Putting aside the whole "not being dead" thing, isn't this enough to make him irredeemable in the Raven's eyes?)

"Janus?" Remus hesitates, "would he be willing to make his tea?"

"For you, I am sure he is willing to prepare a full spread of pastries along with a pot of tea. He has...missed you a lot, Remus."

Remus's stomach rumbles. He hasn't eaten in weeks--not since he realized his body technically doesn't need food to survive. But he does need Janus's pastries. Those pastries are never a want, but a necessity.

"Okay, I'll go." Remus says, craning his neck to meet the Raven's gaze, "but only because I'm hungry."

Somehow, this causes a snort from his adoptive father. The closest thing resembling a laugh that the Raven will ever do. When he is not the Raven, and is simply Virgil--sometimes the man will actually laugh. Even so, that snort is the closest thing to a laugh that Remus has heard from the man in close to a year before his death.

Remus's legs buckle beneath him, almost bringing the Raven down with him. But it's not from the shock of the old man laughing. No, it's more likely his body protesting his week long streak of not sleeping.

It seems even though he doesn't require as much sleep as before, he still requires a certain amount of it. Or at least, that is what makes the most sense in his hazy racing thoughts.

"I've got you," Virgil whispers, his words unfettered by the voice modifier, "you're safe now."

Arms gather underneath him, as a long Kevlar cloak is draped around his wiry figure. An unwanted memory drifts to the surface; a time where his kid self demanded to be carried home and the Raven obliged without complaint. Roman had trailed after them, begging to be carried as well.

Janus had taken one look at their return (Roman clinging to Virgil's back like a baby koala while Remus was cradled in his arms) and simply raised an eyebrow. But it was clear through his stifled breathing that he found the entire thing comical.

Remus doesn't want to fall unconscious. He'll deny it, protest it with a wide grin and a cackle, that death doesn't scare him. But he is terrified of pitch black darkness.

He fears a confined undetermined space that is meant to seal him away deep in the ground. He fears wood splinters underneath his fingernails as he chokes on dirt as he continues to dig upwards, driven by an urge to survive--to break out of the ground to blessed, fresh air. He fears staring at a gravestone and just laughing until he started vomiting clods of dirt.

What if Virgil is lying about Janus? What if he decides to bury Remus again, this time in a coffin made out of titanium or reinforced concrete--dooming him to a living death?

"No," He mumbles, attempting to grasp tightly to Virgil's cloak, "I don't--"

But his eyes flutter shut against his volition, and he can only hope that they truly did miss him enough; that the words carved on his gravestone were genuine and sincere.

Remus Seagrove

20XX-20XXX

Beloved Son, Brother, Friend

Dearly Missed and Departed from the Earth too Soon

[bleh1bleh2]

Batman #411

[shebeafancyflapjack]

Another Ghost!Alison headcanon; we know she's quite a physically affectionate person, her and Mike are always hugging but I think it's more than that, a lot of the times they're hugging in moments where the ghosts would usually be expected to share in some affection if they were tangible - the whole thing after Lucy, a lot of Gone Gone, finding out she's pregnant, them agreeing to stay in 5x06, moving out in the finale etc. It's like she clings to Mike as much in moments where she can't cling to her friends. She's wanted to hug at least Kitty since the S1 ending.

So yeah god help those ghosts once she's actually one of them because firstly she is going to be desperate to always be touching them, she'll be arm in arm with Kitty, she'll high five Julian, she'll hold Cap's hand, she'll snuggle with Robin by the fire etc but she also knows how emotionally constipated a lot of them are and see how they even put EACH OTHER at a distance, she's gonna be like "come on, you idiots, you're clearly all touch starved and the only thing you can touch is each other, so we're gonna do at least one group hug a day, got it?! No, Thomas, one is enough!"

[misfittq]

justice for maren !!! my girl is innocent !!!

[i-have-no-braincells]

just remembered the other day when a kid genuinely thought i was thirty what the fuckkkj