#the things i do...

[bluejayscrying]

Jason Todd highschool fanfic but i write it like how that one Y/N wattpad fanfic you read when you were 11 was written

The fluorescent lights of Gotham High buzzed overhead as you nervously shuffled down the hallway. Your heart raced, like it always did when you saw him — Jason Todd, the notorious bad boy who haunted the halls like a leather-clad shadow. He was leaning against his locker, arms crossed, eyes dark with mystery (and maybe eyeliner, but that just made him cooler). Girls giggled as they passed, but he didn’t even glance their way. He was untouchable.

But today… today was different. You had decided you were going to talk to him. Maybe even ask him if he needed help with, you know, Algebra or something. Not that he would need help — Jason Todd didn’t need anything.

You took a deep breath and approached him, your feet feeling like they were made of jelly. “J-Jason?” you squeaked, clutching your books so tightly your knuckles turned white.

He turned his head ever so slowly, raising an eyebrow like he could barely be bothered. “Yeah?” His voice was like gravel dipped in honey, smooth but dangerous.

Your heart skipped a beat. “I-I just… I noticed you… I mean, you d-didn’t have a p-partner in c-class today. A-And I thought… m-maybe you’d w-want to be m-mine?” You bit your lip, trying to act cute and mysterious but mostly just hoping you didn’t faint from how intense this moment felt.

Jason stared at you for a second, his jaw clenching. “You want me to be your partner Y/N?” He said it like it was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard, but the slight smirk pulling at his lips made your stomach flip.

“Y-Yeah,” you stuttered, feeling your cheeks burn. “I just thought… you’re so s-smart, and you d-don’t need help or anything, but m-maybe we could, like, work together? You know, f-for the project?”

He stood up straight, towering over you with his signature bad boy posture. “You think I need your help with some dumb project?” he scoffed, but his eyes softened, just a little. “Why do you even care, Y/N?”

You swallowed hard. This is it, you thought. Tell him the truth.

“B-Because,” you stammered, taking a deep breath. “I-I see you, Jason. Y-You think no one notices, but I do. Y-You’re always sitting alone at lunch, s-staring out the window like you’re t-thinking about something deep… something d-dark.” You looked up at him, eyes wide and sincere. “A-And I think… maybe we’re the s-same. I mean, I sit alone t-too. A-And maybe we could, you know, not be alone? T-Together?”

The hallway seemed to go silent as Jason looked down at you, his expression unreadable. Then, he sighed, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe what he was about to say. “You’re crazy, Y/N,” he muttered, but there was a glimmer of something in his eyes. “But fine. I’ll be your partner, Y/N.”

Your heart soared. “R-Really?” You could hardly believe it.

“Yeah, really,” he said, pushing off from his locker. “But don’t think this means we’re friends or anything.”

“O-Of course!” you squeaked, nodding so fast your (h/c) hair nearly whipped you in the face. “I j-just… I’ll see you after s-school, right?”

Jason gave a noncommittal grunt and walked off, leaving you standing there in a daze, like the world had just tilted on its axis. You’d done it. You had actually talked to Jason Todd and lived to tell the tale.

As he disappeared down the hallway, you smiled to yourself. Maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something more than a dumb project.

It was the start of a connection.

(PT.2??)

[tuturuue]

A compilation of Jeff's interview fits because why not ✨️

(Updated as we go in the reblogs)

Week 1

[taohun]

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[thatfanfictionchick]

You made me do 80 pulls you jerk 😤 talk about exploitation.

[puppyeared]

filipina miku!! my mom helped me with her outfit ^_^

[sadclowncentral]

shoutout to the guy who after unsuccessfully hitting on my sister and being politely declined asked her "is it okay if i ask your brother instead" and when she said yes gave me a long and searching look before sighing and going "no. i am not drunk enough to go for a dude. but you look like an angel" happy bisexual pride to this man and this man only. hope you figure it out soon king

[valtsv]

stuck between "psychological horror statement" and "objectively the funniest thing you could say to your real flesh and blood dad" in the father's day card aisle

[nikrei]

I keep seeing people use this image as a reaction to people's original posts:

Which I think is really incorrect, because with an original post they haven't come up to ur window, u've come up to their window.

So I made this, as a more accurate reaction for original posts:

[copepods]

crazy how 4 hours of work will literally take up my entire 15+ hour day. who allowed this

[willgrahamscock]

Hey did you know that you can’t escape fatphobia even after death? The article talks about how these donated bodies are used for first year anatomy students to study the body, and how the 'perfect' body for that should be 170-180 pounds.

[spitblaze]

[guy who doesnt watch shows voice] yeah ive been meaning to watch that show

[canonkiller]

I just think everyone should take a moment to consider the question "what is your visual shorthand for cruelty?" and then follow it up with a critical "and who taught you that?"

specific examples include but are not limited to

why is an evil timeline character design disabled? (why do the heroes go through equally punishing battles and never lose an arm, a leg, an eye?)

why are the futuristic scifi terrorists uniformly darker skinned? (why are the heroes so much lighter?)

why is the greedy boss fat? (why are the heroes skinny?)

why is the criminal mastermind heavily scarred? (why is the brooding, traumatized hero unscathed?)

why is the predatory creep a bearded person in a dress and makeup? (why are none of the heroes trans women?)

who taught you that this is how things are?

how long do you plan on repeating it?

[clickityweasel]

had a real life "and everybody clapped" moment and im still reeling. spent the rest of the ride comparing butterfly pics with the old lady next to me trying to identify it

[anthropologist-on-the-loose]

I'm as grateful for cellphones as the next person, but sometimes I think about how everyone having a phone on them at all times really did cause us to loose some things as a society. I mean - for example, kids these days will never experience their car breaking down and needing to find the nearest place with a phone they can use. They're never going to have the opportunity to tentatively approach a house only to discover that it's full of queer people having a party hosted by a transvestite to celebrate his creation of a sex homunculus, stay the night, and loose their virginity while unintentionally partaking in cannibalism. It's tragic, that kind of gay sexual awakening just doesn't happen these days because of cellphones.

[miraclemaya]

this is problematic of me (joke) but i really enjoy the splashing of french into english speech or writing. just adds a pizzazz