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Context: Jazz Fenton + Jason Todd are dating and have a weekend free of any Fraid or Batfam.

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Jazz: "What are we going to do with all this free time?”

Jason: “We could have sex.”

Jazz scrunches her nose. “I was thinking about those puzzles we started ages ago. But sex is cool too, I guess.”

Jason takes a sharp breath, absolutely amazed by the idea, “No, I am so down. I forgot we started those.”

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Y’all are going to have to gag me because I am going to get even more fucking annoying on my DC bullshit.

He looks so good as Clark.

He’s got that nervous-bewildered look Christopher Reeves did so well while still looking like a walking refrigerator. I’m going to throw up. Please be good. Please. I’m on my knees. My Superman movie crops have been withering for so long...

ID: a TikTok from user @/guywithamoviecamera facing the camera who asks, “hey, do you guys mind watching Superman for a moment?” as he places the camera down in front of actor David Corenswet dressed as Clark Kent who looks at the camera in confusion and says, “sorry, watching who? Who are you supposed to be watching?” with increasing concern as he realizes his cover is blown. /end ID

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[ID: photo of a black sphinx cat curled up around a white chicken egg. It is perked up looking to the side of the camera. end ID.]

Kasper has laid an egg. It’s a Christmas Miracle.

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Tim Drake is a selkie.

No one outside of Janet Drake knows this, and she ensure it is kept a secret purely for the fact that if it gets out people will quickly realise that neither she nor Jack is a selkie themselves.

They would realise that Janet had an affair.

The man she had met on their trip overseas had gotten her pregnant and then vanished, seemingly disappearing into thin air.

It wasn’t until Tim was born that she was sure it was the other man’s child, if not for the distinctly black hair than the smooth pelt like band around his wrist.

His father had one similar and he refused to take it off.

The first time Tim transformed was luckily when Janet was still sure she wanted to be a mother and was bathing him at just four months old. When the little boy with bright blue eyes suddenly went quiet and then rolled over in the bath, she watched as he turned into a small baby seal.

Janet had screeched and backed up in shock, only to watch as the seal looked at her with big black eyes and seemingly start to cry before he shifted back into Tim.

The band around his wrist came off and was the perfect shape of the seals pelt from earlier, sitting in the tub like it hadn’t just shifted Janet’s entire life out of balance.

Naturally she hid the hide and made sure Tim never saw it again, especially when there were no more shifting incidents.

Tim was nine when he found it and well accustomed to his parents lying to him about a range of things, all varying in importance. They lied about when they would be home, about stocking the fridge, about being at his science fair…

But when Tim was sneaking into his mums closet to try find one of her spare credit cards, he found the pelt and something in him felt whole.

Tim had always felt like something wasn’t right about him. He felt like his very body was missing, or maybe his soul, and no matter what he did he couldn’t find a way to fill that gap. Being in water helped, so did showers and sunlight, though it was never enough.

It was why he started skating and stalking Batman and Robin, just to distract himself.

Photography worked best though.

Yet as he reached a tentative hand out to touch the pelt he swore he could feel himself being put back together like a puzzle.

Tim didn’t shift straight away, not when he was left stuck in the blissful feeling of his skin feeling right for the first time he could recall.

It was when he watched the pelt shift to wrap around his bare arm like a sleeve that he shifted.

The seal form he took wasn’t what he expected, but of course it wasn’t.

From then on Tim would spend every chance he got with the pelt, learning to control both the shifting of his skin and how to disguise the hide on his person. He usually kept it as some kind of band that covered his arm or waist, keeping it close to his hand at all times so he could check that it was safe.

He never wore it when his parents were home, just in case.

Naturally, he did research and learnt what he was as best he could.

By the time Janet realised he was taking the hide out of its hiding spot he was thirteen and almost finished his Robin training. He had kept it hidden from Batman if only because he was scared and not even sure if his mother really knew what it was, but when he came home to find her in his room he knew it was over.

She had held out her hand and said in the calmest voice she could, “hand it over, Timothy.”

Tim didn’t.

Janet had stood up and gripped his wrist, quickly finding the pelt around his arm and yanking it off of him.

Tim had cried, not out of physical pain but mental. It was like he was being put under some kind of spell and he found himself unable to move to snatch it back as Janet held the now pelt in a too tight grip.

“You will not touch this again, you hear me? I’m going to burn it.”

And she tried, she really did, but then Tim started to scream. The loud, echoing wails rang through the entire mansion until Jack rushed to his son and tried to figure out what the hell was wrong with him.

Janet only stopped when Jack started calling for her to call an ambulance and she came up with the badly damaged pelt to find her son seizing on the floor with his skin burning red.

Tim calmed down quickly once she put it under water, but he was still shaking and sobbing wildly.

He never found out how she managed to convince Jack to not call for an ambulance or to leave them alone, and Tim tried not to think about how little Jack had to care for him to accept so easily.

Janet had given him the pelt back and watched him sob as he held it to his chest and wailed.

The next trip they went on lasted seven months and in that time he spent as much as he could in his seal form to focus on healing his damaged skin.

It was still burnt, ugly scars covering the bottom and entire left side of his fur, but he learnt to maintain it.

After that he kept the pelt hidden under armour in the Robin uniform.

When Jason attacked him he cut the pelt through his armour, not knowing it was there. He managed to not cut it in half and in a twisted irony got right over where it wasn’t scarred.

Tim managed to hide it from Batman but at that point he was sure that Alfred suspected something.

Yet it wasn’t until Damian that anyone found out.

At that point Tim felt safe enough to have his pelt kept as a thick band around his wrist, out and open but only in the manner.

As much as he wanted to hate him, Tim couldn’t blame Damian when after a year and a half of him being there and the two working out a few differences and issues, he noticed. Tim hadn’t worn it visible since he first arrived and tried to kill Tim, but he had subconsciously felt safer around Damian and the boy was the best at spitting changes in others appearance.

“Oh.”

Bruce had looked up at Damian while Tim minded his business stirring his tea, “what’s up, chum?”

Damian pointed to Tim’s wrist, “I was not aware you were a Selkie, Drake. I apologise if I damaged you pelt in my attacks.”

Tim had tensed so badly that he was sure that Superman could hear his joints locking even though he was off planet.

Naturally Tim started to hyperventilate when Bruce asked with genuine confusion, “What?”

Tim bolted to his room as quickly as he could and shut the door before sliding down it and clutching his pelt-band to his chest with his free hand.

It could have been a few seconds or minutes, but it felt like a whole hour before Tim heard a knock at the door and the calm, gentle voice of Bruce talking through it.

“Tim? Can you open up for me please?”

Shaking his head even when the other couldn’t see, Tim let out a whimper and crawled quickly to the bathroom as his panic took over.

By the time he heard the door open he was in his preferred form of a half seal, his lower body only and the skin of his back shifted, and clutching his inhuman lower body.

Bruce came in and stared at him in shock for a bit before swallowing.

Coming to sit beside the tub, Bruce reached over and turned on the tap to let water begin to run into the tub.

Tim was grateful if not a little confused by the action and finally got the courage to look up at him.

Bruce looked awkward as hell, but was clearly trying if the small smile on his face was any evidence.

Reaching a big hand over, he held it palm up for Tim until the young man reached out to accept it and placed his own now damp hand in his.

“I… I don’t know what exactly you are, but I do know that you are my son. Damian seems to think I should know already and maybe I should, but not because you didn’t tell me. As much as it pains me to say it, I get why you wouldn’t trust me.”

Tim shook his head, “I trust you, Bruce. I just… the less people who know, the less likely I’ll loose my pelt again.”

Bruce frowned but said nothing about what that implied , though Tim knew he���d be asked about it later. It didn’t help that his lower half showed the most of his burn scars.

“I’m sorry, Tim. I can’t change what has been done, but I can promise you I will never, ever take you pelt form you. I don’t know ow exactly what it means, I’ve never heard of a selkie before, but Damian seemed to think it was important.”

Tim smiled even as he wondered how Damian knew what his pelt was.

Bruce gave his hand a squeeze, “He seemed to gain a lot more respect for you because of it.”

Damian spoke from where he was at the door, making Tim jump and Bruce inhale in a way that showed he was taken off guard, “Of course I have. Selkies are nearly extinct and Timothy had survived to almost nineteen without loosing his pelt.”

Tim fully shifted in his shock.

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Ink stone in the form of a turtle, China, 6th-7th century

from The Metropolitan Museum of Art

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the entire year is aro pride year and anyone who says otherwise will be sent to the sun

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Happy winter solstice! The light begins to return tomorrow!!

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If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading

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[ID: photo of a crow's folded wings. on the middle feather there is a large, unmelted snowflake. end ID.]

crow in the winter ❄️ Photo by Shawn Bergman

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““The mannerisms that help define gender - the way in which people walk,swing their hips, gesture with their hands, move their mouths and eyes when they talk, take up space - are all based upon how non disabled people move…The construct of gender depends not only upon the male body and female body, but also on the non disabled body.””

— Eli Clare, Exile and Pride: Disability, Queerness, and Liberation

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alas. TY for the info tho

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[ID: image of two people kissing as they disintegrate (?) and the cosmos glow behind them. end ID.]

"there is beauty in imperfections"

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[ID: gif that reads, "gender is a social construct" in undulating green and grey serif text. end ID.]

Requested by haluton

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Context: Peter Parker enters the DCU universe, makes friends w the batfam, and gets kidnapped. enjoy!

"The chair in the center of the room was just as unsettling as the water trough. It was a sturdy metal. If he used some of his strength, he could obviously break it off of the floor, but the fact that it was bolted in the first place unnerved him. There was an ominous scuff mark on the backrest that had a red tinge to it. Peter swallowed, eyes flicking over the obvious signs of struggle and bloodshed.

     Okay Peter, breathe. What would Mr. Stark do?

Tony would attempt a snarky negotiation with whoever had taken him captive. Tony would have a witty response for every threat, empty or not. Tony would use his genius to find a way out of the situation, just like he did in the Middle East long before Peter was even a thought. Tony would escape with his body in one piece and then live to tell the tale with pride and confidence.

That sounds hard. What would Damian do?

Damian would assess the situation with cold and careful expertise. Damian was a master at stealth, so he would use it to his advantage. Damian would use his experiences with Bruce to his advantage and fight his way out, because Damian would be guaranteed to win. Damian would complain about the lack of manners of his captor on his way out.

That also sounds insanely hard. What is with me making friends out of insanely powerful people?

Focus, Peter. Now’s not the time to think about that. Think of an escape plan."

--- Dumpster Diving for Treasure by Clovrtree

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[First post ID: screenshot of Twitter post and reply.

User chaos.bean writes, "my biggest tangle with insurance in 2024 ended when my doctor said, "if you continue to deny this treatment and my patient dies, I will sue you with her family. I will testify that your decision killed her, not her illness..."the treatment was approved that week after 18 months of denial. ?/1."

User minnaLeeJamison replies, "it is an abomination that we live in a country where doctors have to fight insurance companies just to be able to do their jobs." End ID.] [Second post ID: screenshot that reads:

MEDICAL HACK:

So, your doctor ordered a test or treatment and your insurance company denied it. That is a typical cost saving method.

OK here's what you do:

Call the insurance company and tell them you want to speak with the "HIPAA compliance/privacy officer" (by federal law, they have to have one)

Then ask for the NAMES as well as CREDENTIALS of every person accessing your record to make that decision of denial. By law you have a right to that information.

They will almost always reverse the decision very shortly rather than admit that the committee is made of low paid HS graduates, looking at "criteria words," making the metal cool decision to deny your care. Even in the rare case it is made by medical personnel, it is unlikely that it is made by a board certified doctor in that specialty and they DO NOT WANT YOU TO KNOW THIS!

Any refusal should be reported to the US office of civil rights (OCR.gov) as a HIPAA violation.

~BAA, RN.

End ID.]

Edit: this hack isn't guaranteed to work!

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[ID: photo of Bare-throated Tiger Heron facing forward, neck stretched up, and wings open in a defensive display. end ID.]

Bare-throated Tiger Heron (Tigrisoma mexicanum), GIVIN EM THE OL RAZZLE DAZZLE, family Ardeidae, order Pelicaniformes, Costa Rica

One singular sensation Every little step she takes. One thrilling combination Every move that she makes...

Photograph by Gary Lowry