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#jason you can't be weird about your INTERN !!!!!!!!!!

punkeropercyjackson · 3 months

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Man i just.Why do DC fans prioritize trans Jason over the actual representation in his story.Yes yes yes he has tons of transmasc swag so there's this he/they weird goth tboy so true but in CANON,almost all his important people are poc or women and every one of his love interests is BOTH and they're......completely erased in trans Jason headcanons,as if they can't perfectly co-exist

I've seen literally ZERO posts of Duke included in 'All Batboys are trans' in all my years as a Batman fan when he's Jason's favorite brother.No Talia helping out with adjusting to his Lazarus Pit testosterone and surgeries combo when HER FAMILY OWNS IT and when SHE WAS THERE WHEN HE GOT THROWN IN.T4T Jaytemis/Jayrose?Nonexistent and nobody even aknowledges they're a part of his lore while also complaining about lack of female characters because they refuse to seek them out so they can focus on their female coded binary white boy.Him and Stephanie being transmasc/transfem solidarity as found trans siblings?I may as well be dreaming if i ever see get to see it.I can't even enjoy the ones of him with Dick and Damian unless it's just them because it's genuinely so upsetting to see Tim too but no Duke.And i'm not gonna touch on the all loads of smut that claim to be representation but are actually fetishizing with ZERO respect or care for his transmasculinity other than i hope y'all get over that internalized trans*phobia soon and that fuckass transmisogyny with your minus zero inclusion of transfems,be it canon girls or egg headcanons

It literally dosen't matter if you make Jason trans if you erase everything THAT'S ALREADY THERE.As a black trans femme,i don't want your whitewashed bullshit.Jason is already rep-He's poor and mentally ill with ptsd and implied cluster b disorder(s)and with the add on of the afrolatino side of the DC fandom claiming him i'm good with those but y'all erase THAT too by making him rich by Bruce given nepotism baby status and a million other things you've made up because you just can't stomach the thought of some peasent being your fave,you woobify him by downplaying his symptoms so he can be your lil bad boy bf you can fix with your coquettish wiles or whatever the fuck and you don't see him as afrolatino because of a connection and relatability like we do but because you think it adds 'spice' to him or are a snowbunny or both.He's still him if he's cis but he's not himself if dosen't have those traits i said because they're actually fucking canon and believe it or not,canon IS better sometimes and you'd know that if you bothered to read and watch it

Jason's story is NOT a trans metaphor.Jason's story is about grief and poverty and trauma and the poc and women and woc he loves and cherishes and this is why so many of us irl love him.It's not Jason's story if there's no Talia or Dick or Damian or Rose or Artemis or Stephanie or DUKE,who IS a Batboy,who IS a Robin,who IS Jason's FAVORITE,NONE of who are options for him but the people he actively CHOOSES to have as parts of his life.Jason's story is NOT about YOU.Not everything is

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dragons-and-cake123 · 6 months

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PJO Incorrect Quotes

Percy: I have met some of the most insufferable people. But they have also met me.

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Percy: *trying to buy a Father's Day card at Hallmark*

Percy: Excuse me, do you have any that just say "You are my dad?"

Associate: Well, I-

Percy: How about "You banged my mom?"

Associate: No...

Percy: You know what, I'll just get a blank one.

Percy: *writes* You are a father. This is a day. Here is a card.

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Percy: As someone who has a long history of not understanding anything, I feel confident in my ability to continue not knowing what is going on.

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Percy: I have yet to encounter a problem where a sword didn't factor into the solution at least in some way.

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Percy as a child: I can't wait to grow up and have cool adventures!

Percy now: I can't wait to go to bed.

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Percy: Of course I have a lot of pent-up rage, you fool! I've been the same height since I was twelve!

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Percy: Hey, quick question. How petty am I allowed to be?

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Percy, tearing up the room: Where are they?

Percy, looking under a pillow: Who moved them? Who moved my children?

Percy: Somebody moved my M&M's, and now I am going to start killing.

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Percy: Sometimes, I don't realize an event was traumatic until I tell it as a funny story and notice everyone is staring at me weird.

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Percy: I love sarcasm! It’s like punching people in the face, but with words!

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Percy: I'd roast you, but my mom says you can't burn trash. Percy: *slow-mo walks out of the room*

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Percy: Helpful grammar tip: “farther” is for physical distance, “further” is for methaphorical distance, and “father” is for emotional distance!

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Percy, admiring a sleeping Annabeth: You’re so cute.

Annabeth, sleepily: I could beat your ass.

Percy, lovingly: I know.

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Annabeth: If the thought of something makes any of you giggle for longer than 15 seconds, you are to assume you're not allowed to do it.

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Annabeth: "Ladies and gentlemen" is unnecessarily gendered, overly formal, lengthy, and honestly, I'm falling asleep already.

“Cowards" on the other hand, is inclusive to all genders, to the point, and dramatic.

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Annabeth: as a child, reading their school assignment out loud: I love my library because... Annabeth, mouthing words while writing: I love reading, fuck you.

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Annabeth: I keep a picture of all of us in my wallet. Whenever I face difficulties, I take it out and stare at the picture. The Squad: Awwww- Annabeth: And I tell myself "If I can deal with these idiots, then I can deal with anything." The Squad: Oh.

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Annabeth: When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don't want your damn lemons, what the hell am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Annabeth lemons! Do you know who I am? I'm the person who's gonna burn your house down! With the lemons! I'm gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!

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Annabeth: I scare people a lot because I walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms. So when they turn around, I'm just kind of there and their fear fuels me.

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Annabeth, to the squad: And remember, if I get harsh with you it is only because you’re doing it all wrong.

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Hazel, playing a video game: How do I play?

*Hazel has drawn first blood!*

*Hazel is on a killing spree!*

*Hazel is on a rampage!*

*Hazel is unstoppable!*

*Hazel is dominating!*

*Hazel is godlike!*

Hazel: Don't worry guys, I figured it out.

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Leo: No problemo!

Leo, internally: But it was all problemo.

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Leo: *Plays Slender: The Eight Pages*

*Jumpscare*

Leo: *Jumps back* OH SHIT, IT'S A WHITE GUY!!!

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Leo: Hello, McDonald's, I would like to purchase 130 chicken nuggets. Prepare yourselves.

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Leo: It's not like I try to blow things up, exactly. It just sort of happens. You've got to admit though, fire is fascinating.

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Jason: Do you even, cuddle, bro? Do you even lift, bro… each other up with kindness? Do you tell your loved ones that you care about them regardless of who is listening? DO YOU EVER RESOLVE CONFLICTS, EMOTIONAL ISSUES THROUGH COMPROMISE AND COMPASSION RATHER THAN ANGER AND DENIAL?!

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Jason, looking at the squad: Okay, so I need to become a therapist faster.

#percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #percy jackson #annabeth chase #hazel levesque #leo valdez #jason grace #inccorect quotes

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vole-mon-amour · 1 year

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You know, I was surprised by the amount of people asking for s4. I understand, it's your favourite show. Mine, too. I'll be devastated if we never see Phil as Jamie again (he's my fav character, can't do anything about it). I'll miss him very very much.

However,

1. I was amazed by the amount of things they got wrong but general audience saying that the finale was perfect and asking for more. We must be watching a very different show.

2. After that AMA with Brendan, I simply don't trust the writers to continue this. In my mind it's a bit of a relief that we're probably not getting more because of the possibility of them ruining it even further.

Sure, one of my fav episodes (Sunflowers, 3x06) was written by Jason S. and Joe Kelly. Brendan was probably involved in some way, but not enough to give him credit for writing and directing it.

International break, 3x10, was written by Jane Becker. There are moments that I dislike, but the entire Uncle day? Roy & Jamie being besties? Roy finding the right words after he sees Jamie giving a nod to Sam that couldn't represent his team? Chef's kiss. I still think the way they handled Roy x Keeley was awful, but still. It was, more or less, a nice episode in my opinion.

Mom city, 3x11, was written by both Jason and Brendan & I absolutely LOVE it for most part (especially if we ignore the entire 'forgive him' thing with Jamie's dad). Jamie-centric episode that I'll always cherish & it's a shame we didn't have more of those. Give Phil all the awards. Love love LOOOVEEE IIITTT. Even better, give Jamie his own spin-off and invite Phil back as Jamie. (But then again, the fear of them bringing James back into Jamie's life and showing it as a good thing... The fear is Real.)

However, how could all Jason, Joe, and Brendan together write and release 3x12 as is is beyond me. How could they give us all those parallels, all that build up, only for it to ruin it in the finale? Jamie and his dad, Beard and Jane, the weird triangle thing that before this was mostly presented as ot3 but suddenly turned in the dumbest possible '2 people are chasing another same one' and Roy & Jamie both being OOC as HELL. Even ot3 aside, what was that bar talk? Jamie would never. Then at Keeley's house and Roy that's 'been working his ass off for the past year' but actually regressed to the point of BEFORE we see him in s1. He was presented as mentally mature in s1. I understand that he's jealous and insecure, but getting back to throwing punches at your best friend trying to convince himself/believing that after one night stand (that was VERY poorly addressed in 3x10 and 3x11 in my opinion) you're getting back together with your ex when she's been turning you down again and again? After that misogynistic comment about "But she's a woman, so you never know." WHO wrote that and why? Who allowed this to appear in the actual episode? And don't give me the "He's only human" treatment, he was always human but he never treated Keeley that shitty. He was better than that from the beginning. Or is it just me who wanted him to be better? Plus, Roy attacking Jamie after KNOWING what Jamie went through and how awful it is for him.

Before TL there was a show that I loved very much, but it disappointed me to the point that I started hating it, dropped it before the last season aired, and blacklisted it everywhere. I won't name it, but the writers were absolutely awful and treated the fans and the main gay ship like clowns. Typical Cis White Guys behavior towards their own characters and writing them as OOC as possible. I was very afraid this might happen to TL but was hoping that it won't. After 3x12? You guys. All my trust into their writing and believing in knowing what they're doing completely disappeared.

I am gutted bc of how much this show means to me and how it helped me through the darkest time in my life, but also... Are we sure we want more? Are we sure we trust them to continue this with these characters? I can kinda imagine the female football team, but to continue with all of our favs?

Mmm, I'm not sure about that, guys. Are you?

#brendan hunt #jamie tartt #ted lasso #roy kent #roy x jamie #roy x jamie x keeley #jason sudeikis #meta #i guess?#i tag the ships but it's actually more generic for me #them getting their own characters wrong is SO BAD #there are actually way more issues for me in the finale #i just completely can't get over the named ones #bc if i start on what i didn't name...#yikes #i also have SO many questions for phil #can i please have a chat with him?#i usually don't know what to ask but this time i have too many questions

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evilwickedme · 1 year

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Losing my mind at the kids reading Bruce/Batman fic

No cause I actually think about this stuff all the time. The Waynes are celebrities!!! Depending on your preference they could be international celebrities or local celebrities, but Bruce and Tim have both been the CEO of an international conglomerate worth billions, Bruce at the very least has to have been on the cover of TIME magazine and had a billion interviews about how-to-be-successful even though, you know, he's the definition of a nepo baby. So between the Waynes and the Batman being two of the most important cultural exports from Gotham, and the fact that WE openly funds Batman, there's gotta be some really good stuff in the celebrity and superhero RPF fandoms, right? It's just sort of obvious that people will start shipping them

So. Who brings it to the Batfam's attention? There are several possible avenues. I personally think it makes the most sense for Tim or Steph to have found it. They're both around 17-19, they went to school and had friends, so yeah, they're on social media. Tim has to have an online presence that's semi professional and so has a secret second account on all websites and apps, but Steph goes full fucking feral on main. I think Tim gets @ - ed a lot by weirdos, including people tagging him in their Tim Drake/YN fanfiction (sidenote do not do this in real life. Please don't do this in real life), but for that reason it might actually be that his blacklist is a mile long. Like he simply cannot see the word fanfiction on his Twitter feed. So Steph is the one that finds the one million BruBats fanfiction. She sees it mentioned and hunts it down. And then she sends it in the batkids GC and shit EXPLODES

Dick is very much like, a person with better things to do than be a weird gremlin online and he's never actually seen a fanfic before. He's heard of it because he gets asked weird things sometimes, but this is effectively his introduction to the world of fic and he's horrified. He steals Damian's phone so he won't see it which just makes Damian all the more curious and determined to read it. It gets physical

Steph and Tim take turns reading it out loud to Cass (Steph does Batman's voice, Tim voices Bruce) who finds the whole thing a little baffling. Neither Brucie nor Batman are particularly similar to her adoptive father and the concept of fic is a little out of her wheelhouse, although Steph does a very good job explaining the basic terms and reasons for its existence to her

Babs knew all along. This wasn't new to her. She's read worse things while doing research for cases

Duke reads the whole thing in one sitting (ish, it's really long). It's actually really good and he leaves some really thoughtful comments on the characterization and slow burn. The author doesn't reply but does cherish those comments forever

Jason wrote it Jason doesn't interact with the GC but babs literally hacked his phone to prevent him from leaving it so he opens it once a week to mark it as read and leave and he happens to open it in the middle of this shit going down and decides to check it out. He accidentally clicks on the relationship tag however and sees things you can't unsee. He literally runs over his phone and vows to go off the grid from now on

#batfam #batkids #dc #tim drake #stephanie brown #dick grayson #damian wayne #cassandra cain #barbara gordon #duke thomas #jason todd #I fucking love social media aus for this fandom it's so much fucking fun #gail speaks #ask #anonymous

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themandylion · 2 months

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Banshee boy?

Both you and @franticvampirereads asked about this one 😅 I guess it's a very intriguing title?

This is a twist on an idea I had for a wingfic AU ages ago, where people's souls manifest as ghostly wings that only a handful of people can see (in this case, Tim). I never got very far when I toyed around with it before because I didn't have much beyond that, and then I struck on the idea of making it a familial trait. And that gee, if someone went through a big life change like becoming a vigilante, that would probably reflect in their soul somehow.

So far it's a weird team-up of Tim and Jack trying to figure out what to do with this kid that Tim found who has very unusual/kinda messed-up wings.

Whatever is going on with this kid, they're dangerous. Lethal in a way Tim hasn't seen since he parted ways with Lady Shiva. Logically, he should back away, head on home, hang up his cape for the night and forget all about this.

Except for how pure logic doesn't always always have a place in Robin's world. The kid sets off all of Tim's internal warning bells, but they aren't attacking. They're hiding, the boney wings curling around them to try and make a protective shell. To shield something broken from a cruel world.

Something aches in Tim's chest, and he moves closer before dropping down into a crouch, careful to telegraph each of his movements ahead of time. "Hi, I didn't mean to scare you. My name is Robin. What's yours?"

One wing flicks outwards, the bony tip spearing through his chest though he can't actually feel it. The move reveals a single pale eye, which blinks out at him from under the cave of the cardboard. It seems to wander aimlessly at first, then fixes on his center mass, piercing and focused.

The kid slowly unfolds, the arm under the outstretched wing reaching out to touch the R on Robin's chest.

Tim lets it, lets him. Doesn't even consider attempting to stop it from happening. He's too busy trying to remember how to breathe, how to think. Well, at least now he has some kind of explanation for the state of this kid's soul.

If anyone in this world is entitled to skeletal wings, it's Jason Todd.

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I'm doing a WIP ask game! Ask me about my WIPs :D

#wip ask game #banshee boy #generatorcat #franticvampirereads #it's called banshee boy because only the men in the family can see soul-wings; the women get to scream people to death 😌#themandylion writes

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albatmobile · 2 years

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The Art of Rehabilitating Snowbirds Chapter 2

𓅪 Navigating the present is hard when your past refuses to die.

𓅪 After not hearing from Roy or Jason for five years, you suddenly find yourself taking in extra income as a babysitter for Roy and Jason's child.

𓅪 Rated: M | 9.8k fem!Reader x Jason Todd x Roy Harper [masterlist]

Chapter Two: The Wilder Mile | ao3 - wattpad

THEN

Being new (and poor) didn’t help your situation. You figured this out early on.

Somehow, you could all be wearing the same prissy uniforms, but these rich kids could sniff out that you didn’t belong.

Because of this, you spent your first day of freshman year at Gotham Academy with your head down. You only briefly stopped to chat with your locker neighbor, a raven-haired sophomore, about who you knew in common from your old school.

As it turned out, you both had the misfortune of knowing Bart Allen. You had smiled when he said that but didn’t linger much longer as you needed to get to class.

It had gotten out by your second day that you were there on scholarship from Star City, “which makes so much more sense, poor thing!" and, “I knew she didn’t belong.” You heard the whispers in each hall you passed, heard the laughter during each period you attended. Not even in the fucking bathroom, were you safe from the gossip mill.

By your third day, you'd made peace with the fact that you’d be a leper for the rest of your four years. No, really, you were fine with it.

Nothing you weren’t used to at home anyway.

You sighed and snuck to the back corner of the library to eat lunch.

You’d found the spot whilst roaming around in between class periods. Once you’d seen no one go near it, you decided to hunker down and make it your new hideaway, hoping the other students would leave you the fuck alone.

Every now and then, you’d feel a certain scratching feeling on the back of your neck. It was almost as if someone were watching you, but you highly doubted it. The towering bookcases surrounding you did a pretty decent job of concealing you.

You chalked it up to still being paranoid on account of your shit first days at the academy because each time you looked around, all you saw were books.

In the days following, you’d try to talk with your locker neighbor more but ultimately didn’t want to make him feel like he had to talk to you. The number of times you bumped into each other at your lockers was uncanny, but he didn’t have to force himself to talk to you every time.

Ah, yes. The burden of anxiety.

“What’s your name?” the raven asked you on Thursday of your first week. You told him. “Star City, right?” you nodded, retrieving your books silently, giving him the chance to dismiss you, but he prodded on. Did he actually want to talk to you? Maybe he was the weird one- not you. Or maybe he didn’t actually hate you like everyone else apparently did? “Sorry,” he said sheepishly, flashing you his abashed blue eyes. “I never introduced myself and I keep pestering you.”

Damn, should you be asking him about more stuff in return, then?

In your reclusive state at Gotham Academy, you'd somewhat forgotten what normal, friendly (emphasis on friendly)conversations were like. Ultimately you'd come to the assumption that no one wanted to talk to you, so it was best just to keep quiet and to yourself.

“You’re good,” you gave him a double thumbs up. Damn, that was fucking lame. You cursed yourself internally. The first person who actually liked talking to you was, you noted with a slight blush, hot as fuck, and here you were, screwing it all up. “Do you play any games?”

You can't help but cringe. What the fuck was wrong with you? Yes, you should be asking questions, but you didn't need him to know you were a loser this early on.

Instead of looking at you weirdly, the sophomore just nodded excitedly, “For sure. We should game together sometime.” The bell rang soon after and you instantly realized his proposition to be an empty invitation. He shut his locker and stuck his bony, pale hand out to you, “I’m Tim, by the way.”

“Cool,” you nodded, losing yourself in the depths of his hypnotizing blue eyes. “I’ll see you around, I guess,” you motioned around both of your lockers lamely, referencing the fact you’d see him next period to switch out books just like always.

“For sure.”

You stared after his retreating form and sighed, leaning your back against your locker to shut it, “Can I just have one normal interaction for once?”

“Do you talk to yourself a lot?”

You startled, turning immediately to the source of a new male voice.

Your eyes traveled up the form of the skinny, short kid standing next to your locker. His neatly combed ink-black hair contrasted starkly against his tanned skin.

He squinted at you, seeming to recognize you were acknowledging his lackluster stature with distaste.

You blushed at having been caught and hugged your books closer to your chest as if they would somehow help conceal your embarrassment. “No,” you spat out too quickly to be believable.

“Loon,” he responded boredly, continuing to block your path.

You squinted at him, “What do you want?” You attempted to step around him, but he swiftly stepped in front of you again, causing you to huff and back up. “If you want lunch money or some shit, you picked the wrong girl.”

At Star City, sure, people had picked on you, but it was nothing ever violent. This kid, though? This kid looked like the definition of violence.

This time, instead of waiting for his response, you spun on your heel and went, what you realized too late was, in the opposite direction of where you actually needed to go. At least, you thought… You were still very much in the process of figuring out the layout of this giant, castle-like school. Hogwarts and those moving stairs had nothing on Gotham Academy's labyrinth-like hallways.

You heard his light footfall gaining behind you and wondered worriedly if the dude really was going to give you trouble.

“You’re going the wrong way,” he said tonelessly after you’d rounded your third random corner.

What the fuck was his problem?

“Yeah,” you said shortly, “some little twerp was blocking my way.”

“Hey!” He hissed before mumbling something under his breath. "You're the little one here, dumbass."

You quickly spun around to face him.

From this close, you could see the annoyance trickling out from his deep honeyed eyes. You hadn't been able to see the extent of their color by your locker, but near the huge glass window you were both facing, you could clearly see the intricate layers of yellow and green hidden within their depths.

You snapped yourself out of it.

Now was not the time to be checking this creep out.

Before he could say anything else, you continued straight from where you’d been heading, hoping you might end up circling back around to your locker. As the environment around you continued to look completely unfamiliar, you began to doubt your logic completely.

At this point, you were totally lost.

The kid appeared noiselessly behind you to grab your lower arm with a sure, strong grip.

You glanced up at him uneasily and your eyes danced with his in some sort of weird battle. With how young he looked, he had to be a freshman like you, though his strength was something someone way out of high school might have.

Definitely weird.

You weren’t going to go cross-eyed over this kid and he could tell. He was the one who ended up breaking the silence. “You’re going to art, aren’t you?” It didn’t seem like a question, but you nodded anyway, already wanting this interaction to be over and done with. “Follow me.”

You sat there for a few seconds as your indecisiveness kicked in.

Stay lost or follow the kid psychopath?

You begrudgingly went with the latter, noting again just how young he looked.

No matter how young he was, the fact still stood that the kid was aggressive and cryptic- something you didn't appreciate in the slightest. You supposed it should be reassuring he knew the way but, if anything, the kid put you on edge.

“I didn’t know they had a middle school here, too,” you jested as payback for his odd, if not hostile, introduction.

“That’s a horrible insult,” he said matter-of-factly, not missing a beat while glancing at you out of the corner of his eyes. “There’s also an elementary where you should clearly be right now,” the kid sighed as if unimpressed with your attempt to sass him.

"Please," you continued on, waving him off unperturbed, “My tits would say college, easy.”

You'd been expecting an eye roll or some kind of 'as if' comment, but, instead, his cheeks stained dark red against his dark skin. He soon looked anywhere but at you. You clearly weren’t ready for that reaction as you quickly followed suit, turning your gaze to the polished granite floor below.

With one more turned corner, you finally started to recognize the art wing hallway. “There’s a restroom over there, too, just so you know,” he pointed at a wooden, unmarked door as he broke the awkward silence once again.

“Okay,” you replied blankly at his random advice.

He seemed as sheepish as his RBF would let him as the two of you closed in on your classroom.

He instinctively held the door open for you, something you noted gratefully, though surprised nonetheless. You nodded to him, making brief eye contact again when you walked past.

As soon as you entered the room, the pre-period chatter dulled.

It was a phenomenon you'd become accustomed to at Gotham Academy, though your stomach still clenched subconsciously at the unwarranted attention. As much as you hated to admit how much it affected you, it was hard to have everyone in the school judge you like this without ever talking to you.

You wouldn’t blame the brooding asshole sitting next to you for not liking you after you'd insulted him, but everyone else? They could all straight fuck off.

You brushed off the silence as you sat down at the only empty table left, figuring this was better than the harsh insults and accusations you'd been getting.

The stool beside you scraped horrifically against the cement floor as the creepy kid from earlier took a seat next to you.

You gave him a confused glance, but he merely pulled out his phone and began tapping away at it. In response, you faced forward to stare down at your empty sketchbook.

“I heard she’s not even smart,” one girl said. You look up hesitantly to see her sneering at you with morbid glee.

Oh, great, you thought. Here comes the usual shit.

Just one day. Was it too much to ask for just one day of peace?

“I hear she gave a bunch of blowjobs to get that scholarship,” another kid said.

The kid next to you shifted in his seat, but you didn’t bother to see if he was glaring at you or not. He’d surely heard the ruckus by now; how could he not?

“Her? No way. Who would want… that?” Soon, the entire table and the one next to them were chiming in.

“God, I bet she stinks. Talk about a fucking charity case,” a blonde loudly exclaimed.

“What a whore.”

“She's literally a slut!”

Everyone at the tables flanking yours had joined in at that point, adding to the cacophony of slander.

You weren't surprised but disheartened to hear the name-calling and rumors getting so aggressive. You still didn't understand what you’d done to make these people talk about you in such a way.

After all, how could you help being poor?

The tanned kid beside you seemed to agree with your internal train of thought. When you finally bothered to look over at him, you saw him sneering at the other tables.

“Elliot,” he barked in a way that made you lean away from him. His tone demanded attention and everyone was quick to oblige. “You have no right to talk after the 8th grade graduation party this past May.”

People around the classroom quietly giggled and 'ooo'ed.'

The corners of her mouth instantly dropped at the dig. She gaped at him while her friends, who, in turn, glared at you.

“Big mistake, newbie.”

You were pretty sure her last name was Elliot, not her first, but then again, you knew nothing about Gotham after spending your entire life in Star City.

“But I didn’t say shit!” you exclaimed helplessly.

It didn’t matter anyway.

You hesitantly looked up again to see the entire group still sneering in your direction.

There was a sudden bang and your table shook in its wake.

“You’re a pathetic waste of space,” the kid stood up so abruptly he knocked over his metal stool, leaving it to crash and clank to the ground below. “All you’re good for is spewing slander, you annoying-ass cretin!”

Your eyes widened at the commotion he was causing on your behalf.

Why was he sticking up for you like this?

The teacher appeared out of nowhere, effectively shutting the class up as he finally started the lesson.

About fucking time, you thought to yourself.

“Damian, sit down,” your teacher said exasperatedly.

The tanned kid, no, Damian, you corrected yourself, muttered to himself.

He picked up his seat and aggressively dropped it upright to stand again. The stool screeched obnoxiously as he situated himself with all eyes in the class on him. Most, you noted, looked fearful, while others looked downright offended at his presence.

The gossip continued, albeit in hushed whispers, as the teacher reviewed basic watercolor techniques, something you were already good at.

You zoned out the lesson, only to be brought back into the moment by Damian's huffs of frustration.

Damian, you’d noticed from the corner of your eye, kept peeking over at you occasionally, squinting calculatingly, then would slump as he went back to his canvas. That was how it continued until the bell rang to release you to next period.

“Those inbred, trust fund fucks don’t know what they’re talking about.” That was all Damian said about the incident as you both left the art room.

You laughed at his savageness, "Thanks."

You thought you were odd? This kid was way up there with you.

“Are you headed to the library to eat?” he asked nonchalantly.

You raised an eyebrow at him and he blushed in response, completely avoiding eye contact with you. “Uh, yeah,” you hesitated, “I hadn’t realized my lunch spot had been spotted, I guess,” you said, rubbing at the back of your head.

You felt completely off guard, knowing that someone had been watching you. No, not someone; Damian had been watching you.

He looked at you expectantly, but you were unsure as to why. Wouldn't a kid like him have friends already? It's not like he'd be waiting on an invitation to lunch with you. Not like anyone would, for that matter, you thought bitterly.

You continued back to the hallway where you’d met an hour ago and tried to part ways once again.

“See you in class,” you said, going to dial your locker code and grab your lunch.

You added your copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray to the growing pile of supplies in your arms before finally making off toward the library. You wouldn't need anyone's help finding the way, considering you’d already memorized the way... Or so you thought.

You felt Damian’s presence behind you the whole way. You only acknowledged him by thanking him when he’d grabbed some falling textbooks of yours and when he corrected you on which turn to take.

What a fucking creep.

You settled into your hidden lounge area with your newfound friend(?) in complete silence.

He single-handedly slipped your heavy textbooks onto the table in front of you with inhumane ease, reminding you of his strong grip on your arm from earlier. He looked at you with an intensity you were beginning to realize was natural for him as you bit into your sandwich.

“What?” you asked around a mouth full.

He simply tsk’d at your comically stuffed cheeks and began meticulously setting out the compartments of his bento box, then his napkin, then utensils on top, then another napkin to set on his lap.

You rolled your eyes at the cumbersome display before cracking your book open to where you’d last left off.

It was a sad book. One that made your stomach twist in the morbid realization of what true darkness lies within everyone. The dark and the light. The kind and cruel. There was balance and consequence. You’d realized Dorian’s plights against himself are what ultimately caused his undoing and, subsequently, the desecration of who he once was.

“Are you on an internal nerd rant or something?”

You immediately snapped out of your conclusion. You bit off another bite testily, “At least I’m old enough to read chapter books.”

“I do not look that young,” he exclaimed with a hint of exasperation.

You shrugged and held up your book. “Maybe not, Damian Gray,” you wiggled the cover at him condescendingly, much to his chagrin.

“You're a nerd,” he finally seemed comfortable enough with you to start eating. You wouldn’t pry. “Besides reading basic literature and being a watercolor Van Gogh, what do you do.”

“Did he even do watercolors?” you questioned his odd logic.

“No, I don’t think he did them,” he rolled his eyes. “He used them in over a hundred paintings.”

“So you like art then?” you asked, half-interested, mostly trying to get back to your book.

“Sure.” It seemed like an understatement, but you waited for him to continue. “I’m not very good at it, though.”

You tried to think back to class earlier, realizing you hadn’t been paying attention to his work as you'd been more occupied with keeping your head down.

“Anyone can do anything,” you said with a tiny shrug. He nodded appreciatively at that and dug into his lunch with more gusto. From there, you sat in companionable silence up until the lunch bell rang. “See you around, Damian,” you began picking up your things and collected both of your trash.

Normally, you wouldn’t do this, but after he'd stuck up for you earlier, you wanted to show him in some small way you were appreciative.

“Would you want to show me watercolors after school?” you turned around to see a somewhat shy, no, uncertain, looking Damian.

You shifted around your books to look at him at his odd request, “Uh, sure.”

You felt a bit anxious being social outside of school for who knows how many hours. Especially with this kid you really didn’t even know. Sure, you’d spent less than an hour with him at lunch and it had been fine, but your social anxiety, coupled with being a social outcast at school, made you extra wary of students here. However, you begrudgingly reminded yourself that you shouldn’t be turning down friends.

That was for sure.

“I remember your locker from earlier,” you smiled at that. “It’s right by Tim’s,” he clarified, somewhat embarrassed.

You nodded, “Oh, yeah!” you two walked out of the library doors and into the bustling hallway. “He was the first person to talk to me,” you winced, not knowing if you should’ve revealed that kind of information.

Hell, Damian had seen just how bad it could get in art earlier, so who really cared?

He merely glanced at you out of the corner of his sharp eyes, revealing no hint of emotion beneath them. Creepy. “Tim will walk home with us,” he said. “Probably bringing his annoying friend Brown, too.”

“That’s a weird name.” It reminded you of shit.

“It’s because she’s shitty,” he said simply as if it were obvious.

You laughed at him having practically read your unspoken thoughts. “I’m sure as long as she’s not like the girls in our art class, she shouldn’t be too shitty.”

He smiled at you, leaving you to blush a bit at his odd, somewhat off-putting charm.

“You may be right,” he said your name. “I’ll meet you by your locker. Try to find a good piece of literature in the meantime.”

You gawked at him, leaving him enough time to exit before you could formulate a response, “Hey!” you yelled after his retreating form, earning you multiple dirty glares in the hallway. You sighed and shrugged to yourself as you headed off to your final classes, nothing you weren’t used to at this point.

At least it was looking somewhat up?

•

True to his word, Damian met you by your locker, but not before Tim.

You greeted him kindly as you opened your locker to deposit your books and take home the workbook you would need for water coloring with Damian. Out of nowhere, a blonde girl appeared beside him and began blatantly sizing you up.

“Brown, right?” you smiled as you reached your hand out to shake hers.

She snorted, pointing to Damian, who'd silently snuck up from behind, startling you somewhat more than you’d care to admit. “You’ve been hanging around little bird too long, huh?”

“Hardly,” you both said at the same time in completely different tones. Damian’s annoyed, yours dismissive.

Tim and Stephanie exchanged an amused glance.

She winked at you and nudged your shoulder as you fell into step with them. “It’s Stephanie, by the way.”

“I was completely off,” you laughed sheepishly, but you were glad that she seemed to warm up to you so quickly. “So, you guys are sophomores, right?” you asked as the group exited through the main doors and into the affluent courtyard entrance.

“Hells yeah,” Stephanie nodded from in front of you. “Worst year EVER! Tim already knows that, though, dontcha?” she turned to the raven-haired man and urged him to reply by poking at him until he finally shook off her pestering.

“What does that mean?” you tried to keep the conversation going. You already felt intrusive tagging along; the last thing you wanted was for it to be awkward, too.

“Technically yes, technically no,” Tim replied modestly, finally giving in to Stephanie’s little pokes, “I’m in all junior classes right now, but, yes, I’m almost 16.”

“We get it, Drake,” Damian had his arms crossed as he walked behind him, next to you. You were starting to notice his habit of calling people by their last names. “You’re a lame nerd, and so is she,” he threw a thumb your way, which you quietly protested. “Can we all shut up about it now?”

You’d already seen Damian get hostile in art, but you were starting to see a habit.

“Jeez, Dami,” Tim turned around to ruffle Damian’s dark, perfectly placed hair. “I’m sure she’s not,” Tim smiled at you and you swore you saw Damian’s eyes flash red.

You didn't know much, but you knew enough to know this wasn’t going to end well.

“Fuck you, Timothy,” his voice turned ice cold as he pushed at Tim’s slender back with an unreasonable force. Tim didn’t seem phased in the slightest, yet again, by Damian’s aggressive nature. Instead, he shoo'ed him off like an incessant bug.

It made you chuckle a bit.

Their bickering raged on and you quickly realized, after passing the main streets, that you were headed deeper into Bristol where the super-rich lived.

What the fuck had you gotten yourself into? Yes, you should have realized that they probably lived somewhere nice since they attended the academy, but the richest area in Gotham? Come on now.

The trees were plentiful in this area and the sidewalks weren’t deathtraps like the rest of the city. There were even people jogging alone with headphones in- what?! In your dangerous side of town, you could hardly walk with your phone in your pocket without becoming a mugging target.

The group made another turn onto a long, grand street where the huge mansions loomed dauntingly over each side of you, snickering that you didn’t belong here.

You looked ahead, straight down the middle, where a giant foreboding… castle? No, mansion? sat affixed with a gigantic monogrammed metal gate.

Tim and Damian were still smacking at each other when Stephanie randomly and quickly decided to turn around to walk in the grass beside you. “You’re new, right?”

You nodded, “It’s still my first week.”

You were expecting the normal ‘how are you liking it?’ or ‘who’s your homeroom teacher?’ type of question, so you weren’t at all prepared for her next question. “I heard,” you tensed instantly, but she either didn’t notice or didn't care. “So, what’s your deal anyway?”

“Please, Brown,” upon hearing what she said, Damian abandoned his bickering to intervene in your conversation. “You may very well be dumb, so don’t pretend to be.”

Stephanie ripped her glance from you to Damian and pinched her face together, “The hell does that mean, asshole?”

“See, you really are an idiot,” he let out an exasperated sigh.

Tim seemed extremely uncomfortable and focused his attention strictly on the insane mansions you were passing. You felt like doing the same, but your eyes refused to leave the pavement to avoid the conflict raging on- something you were having to get used to in Gotham.

“Feel free to explain, baby face,” she taunted.

You felt Damian stir angrily from beside you. “You know what people have been saying,” Damian glared at her menacingly enough to make you glad that you weren’t on the receiving end of it. “Don’t play dumb,” he said simply.

“This is why no one wants to hang out with you except the new girl, hellspawn!” Stephanie spat coldly. “With your angry little outbursts and shit. Makes sense your only friend would also be the only other social outcast at GA,” she added with a huff, deflecting Damian’s attacks that he’d already begun throwing her way.

Damn, that's really what people thought of you?

It had been a mistake to come.

You desperately wanted to tell Damian that you’d just teach him during lunch tomorrow so you wouldn't be intruding, but he was too busy getting up in Stephanie's face to notice you trying to get his attention.

“I should say the same for you, you nosey hag! Why I oughta-”

“It’s true,” Tim said quietly from beside her, causing her to turn quickly and Damian to cease his verbal (and physical) assault.

Now, you felt infinitely more embarrassed. This had definitely been a mistake.

Stephanie perked up at the sound of Tim taking her side, but you felt like complete and utter shit. All those times at your locker, Tim was just being nice to you because he felt like he had to.

Your legs hesitated in an attempt to retrace your steps and go back to your shitty, empty apartment to be alone.

"What does that mean, Drake?" Damian growled, redirecting his assault toward the raven-haired sophomore.

"I mean, what you said is right, Damian." Relief flooded instantly with the realization that, no, Tim was actually just being nice to you because he wanted to.

"Oh," Damian relaxed at the same time Stephanie huffed.

"Whatever," she flipped her blonde hair in Tim's expectant face, though he made no move to dodge the attack.

You didn’t know these people and even though Damian had actually seemed kind, you shouldn’t have accepted a group hangout with people you didn't know after the extreme bullying that had been going on.

The spat then moved from Stephanie and Damian to Stephanie and Tim. Damian used this as an excuse to focus his attention back on you.

“What’s wrong?” you’d never heard his voice sound so soft.

You looked up from the ground. “It’s just,” you paused, not sure if you wanted to continue. Maybe it was the fear of rejection, maybe it was what Stephanie said, or maybe it was something else entirely. “If you have all these friends,” you gestured between the three of them. “Why are you being nice to me?”

“Don’t ask dumb questions. It makes you sound insecure,” he seemed to mean it in the kindest way possible, but even still, it did nothing to put you at ease.

Damn, if he hadn’t hit the nail right on the head, though.

You had been feeling insecure recently. It was hard not to with the constant attacks. Not to say you were anybody at Star City, choosing mostly to operate under the radar, but here, not only were you on the radar, but you were a lone dot. These rich kids seemed to get off on treating you like some kind of taboo sideshow.

You'd somewhat expected Damian to act like Bart: say hi in the hall and make sure to give you notes to catch up on when you’d been out sick, but that was it.

That was all you’d known as far as real kindness, even at Star City.

You’d never hung out outside of school, let alone in it. You always focused more on your novels and comic books rather than the petty drama unfolding in middle school.

Damian was basically your first real friend, you realized.

“Okay,” you said, wanting to appease your friend.

It seemed to work because he knocked into your shoulder lightly. In response, you did the same back, this time with more force.

“Careful,” he said your name lowly. He then dug his bony shoulder into your fleshy one, leaving you to yelp. “I won’t go easy on you just because you’re a girl.”

“Damn, Damian,” Stephanie interrupted with a Cheshire grin. “You’re soo smooth with the ladies,” she nudged at him, but he didn’t seem to fall for the bait this time.

He sighed dramatically, distancing himself from beside you, “You’re not worth my time, Brown.”

Tim glanced back between the two of you with a casual calculation that made you wince. Why couldn’t they see you were just friends? More specifically, only friends because everyone else in your grade and others seemed to hate your guts if Stephanie’s reaction was anything to go by.

As you passed the last few houses on the block, you quickly realized you were approaching the biggest one.

Just who had you befriended?

Actually, how were these three even friends? It seemed like all they did was hate on each other and argue about dumb shit, you noted to yourself as you attempted to keep in step with their fast pace.

“How did you guys become friends, anyway?” you asked.

“You mean she doesn’t know?” Stephanie giggled mirthfully.

You were starting not to like this Stephanie girl. First, being called an outcast and now acting like you're dumb? Yeah, not the greatest first impression. Maybe it was just an off day for her, you shrugged internally.

“Shut up,” Damian scowled, glancing between the three of you.

Tim looked back at you with an intensity in his blue eyes that you couldn’t place, “You’ve never heard of Bruce Wayne?”

You nodded at him, “I don’t live under a rock,” you rolled your eyes lightly, “but what does he have to do with anything?”

“Oh, man,” Stephanie laughed. “This is good.”

You couldn’t tell if you liked her or not yet as you didn’t see what was so funny. Hell, you couldn't tell if she liked you or not as she went from insulting you to messing with you- it was confusing the fuck out of you.

Damian could sense your annoyance. “Tim and I live with him.”

You’d thought back to what the news said about Bruce Wayne. He was rich, a playboy, and he adopted a fuck ton of kids, so WAIT... Did that mean...?

“You live with him, or you guys are family?” You’re shocked at the revelation, looking between the two boys for similarities you’d missed. You noted that, aside from their dark hair and aptitude to bicker, they truly bore no resemblance to one another in the slightest.

“Sure,” Tim said just as Damian replied, “Hell no.”

Stephanie snorted. “They love each other, though,” she assured you with a devilish smirk. “Don’t you guys?”

“You are on my last nerve today, Brown,” Damian’s eyes bore menacingly into the back of her head. “That’s not a place you want to be.”

“Seconded,” Tim added, flicking her nose playfully.

You nodded at the information and figured you would do your research once you got home. That and treat yourself to the latest issue of your favorite comic for dealing with this social shitshow. Maybe a face mask, too.

“Jeez, what is this? Hate on Stephanie day?” she swiveled to give everyone her best version puppy dog eyes, but your sympathetic smile was the only positive response she was met with.

You’d always been a people pleaser. It seemed Damian was definitely not that and Tim? Tim seemed more distracted by your presence than anything.

“It is now,” Damian muttered as your group approached the daunting gates of what you now knew to be Wayne Manor.

Tim kept glancing back at you sporadically, which had you checking over your uniform and hair. Did you look like shit or something?

Even Stephanie seemed to notice his incessant staring. “You good?” Tim blushed and swatted at her fingers, which poked him all over.

Maybe earlier you’d mistaken her forward behavior as being rude like the rest of the people you’d encountered at Gotham. Maybe she was treating you like this because she liked you?

Girls were too complicated.

“I think for once,” Tim said as Stephanie backed off enough to let him enter the gate code. “Damian and I can agree on something.”

She gasped as your group continued up the expansive driveway, “BITCH!”

You tuned out the screaming as you thought about all the parties you’d read about in the paper. Each of them taking place quite literally where you were stepping. All the elegant gowns and cars that had crossed this very path over the years and now you in your Gotham Academy uniform.

You’d realized that the group was a lot of energy to deal with about halfway through the walk here. Not that it was bad, but after the week you’d had, you already felt so drained.

It sucked because you knew hanging out with people did nothing but benefit everything you’d been experiencing since the move, yet, at the same time, it was so, so much. You reminded yourself of your comic and face mask and persevered while trying not to let your energy bring the group down.

Damian said your last name as you walked into the house- manor. “Let’s go to my room.”

You hadn’t been able to take in… well, anything before Damian was pulling you by the arm like a rag doll.

“HEY!” Stephanie whine-screamed from the foyer. “What if we wanted to hang out with the new girl, too!” you cringed internally at her use of the nickname that others had used as an insult against you all week. After your rocky start with Stephanie, you weren't sure you necessarily appreciated it coming out of her mouth either.

As if her wish had been answered, Damian, along with you in tow, ran right into something- no, someone- as you rounded the corner to get to the stairs.

“Woah there, Dami!” you and Damian looked up at the most gorgeous, ripped human ever.

Your eyes followed a chiseled path upward.

The man’s olive skin glistened wet from whatever pool he’d been swimming in. You had no doubt that this place had a ridiculous amount of them. The man's bold choice to wear a royal blue Speedo was making it difficult for you to swallow, let alone maintain normal, conversational eye contact.

He casually wiped his dark, wet locks off and flipped the matching blue towel he was holding over his muscled shoulder. Who knew you could be so attracted to that shit? A shoulder? Come on, girl, this was too thirsty even for you. One thing was for sure, though; this guy looked like he’d popped straight out of one of your comic books.

“Grayson, move,” Damian demanded with his signature glare. "I'm not kidding."

“Okay, baby bird,” he made to move out of the way, then winked a cerulean eye and quickly shifted back, "after you introduce me to your girlfriend.”

At that, you and Damian both looked disgusted enough that the man burst into a fit of teary laughter.

Damian tried to use the distraction to move past him, but the older man still refused to move, even with tears completely shrouding his eyes.

At this point, Tim sprang up from behind you and Damian to mediate, but Grayson, as Damian had referred to him, barely acknowledged him when he came into view. This all changed when Tim opened his mouth.

“She knows Bart,” it was all Tim said, but it had evidently been enough.

The man let out a long and excited 'ohhhh!' and smiled softly, completely shifting from a menacing annoyance to a charming puppy.

“I don’t think I introduced myself,” he’d had crossed his arms to fend off Damian, but now it meant you were face to face with his rippling biceps. Even as he unfurled them, you could still see the full power of their aggressive definition. You were definitely blushing now. “I’m Dick,” he offered you a titan-sized hand to shake.

You took it lightly, not that it mattered with his strong grip while telling him your name. You wouldn’t be able to think of a dick joke until he was way out of your vantage point, let alone say anything intelligent until then.

“You probably never met his cousin, but Wally and I go waaay back, if you know what I mean,” Dick sighed and moved from the front of the staircase as he reminisced. “We used to sneak out on the weekends together to… do homework,” he caught himself and nodded to you and all the rest of the high schoolers in the room. “Oh man, and during prom when we,” he smiled and seemingly dropped back into the present again, “danced. Sober. And did nothing else,” he looked pointedly at you and Damian. “Maybe don’t do what I did?” he muttered to himself, lost in thought as he suddenly took off deeper into Wayne Manor, still in a Speedo, you might add, but damn, you were not expecting what was behind him at all.

Your eyes bulged at the juiciest ass you’d ever seen on anyone, regardless of gender.

Damian rolled his eyes at your incessant staring and insisted you follow him, “Now that the troll isn’t in the way.”

"Yeah, troll," you said distractedly, letting Damian lead you up the stairs and down a hallway of dark, wooden doors.

He shook his head at your entranced state as he reached a random door and pulled you inside.

The room was warm and quaint, with light leaking from the undrawn cream curtains. Easels and half-finished work were somehow in an organized clutter about the floor and took up nearly the rest of the room.

He said your name immediately, snapping you out of your thoughts, “Don’t look at my shit.”

You laughed and picked up the closest stack to you, “How can I not?” you gestured down to the very angry acrylic scratches for lines on the thin canvases in your hand. “You fighting some demons, buddy?” You teased his aggressive art style.

“You have no idea,” came his cryptic reply.

You ignored his statement and continued your inspection of the room. “Do you even own a watercolor set?” You looked around and only saw the same types of paint tubes.

He looked proud as he shuffled around stacks of his artwork, “I had Pennyworth order us some.”

Even more cryptic. Awesome.

This family just got weirder and weirder the longer you stuck around. It was honestly a wonder you hadn’t run back to your apartment at this point.

“Okay.”

He smirked as he shoved a Schmincke palette into your face, “Tell me I don’t have the necessary supplies now,” he proudly said your last name. You ogled at the expensive palette, reaching out for it, which he regretfully obliged. “Don’t get your drool on it now,” he warned, wrinkling his nose in disgust at the thought.

“Yeah, yeah,” you waved him off. “Only in your dreams, twerp.”

“Enough,” he demanded sternly, effectively scaring the shit out of you.

“Woah, there,” you used one hand to hold the $400 watercolors and the other to imitate a white flag. He’d used that same tone so many times earlier, but never towards you. “I didn’t mean anything by it, s’just a nickname,” you quickly handed him back the palette and made off toward an empty easel in an attempt to change the mood. “Do you want me to teach you or not?”

He crossed his arms and huffed like a child, nay, a twerp, as he disappeared off into the hall to search for more supplies in lieu of a response.

You stood in the room, unsure of what to do with yourself, when you heard the door open up again.

Instead of Damian’s short stature, it was Tim.

Your eyes widened at the sight of him. “Hey,” you said. Your hands fiddled anxiously behind your back as Tim's unreadable face scanned the room and you.

“So you guys are really just painting?” he picked up some of Damian’s work, something you would never tell your friend, seeing as you liked Tim and wanted him to remain alive.

“Duh.” After all those nasty rumors spread about you, suddenly, any proximity to a boy was considered promiscuous. You’d never even had your first kiss anyway, which was the most embarrassing part about the whole rumors ordeal. You glanced back at Tim to see him staring at you like he’d been on the walk here, “What?”

He chuckled, running a loose hand through his dark locks. He looked effortlessly, yet somehow understatedly, gorgeous. “You owe me for earlier down there, by the way.”

“Sure,” you said, “whatever you say, Tim.”

“See you around?” It comes out like a question.

“Hmm, I don’t know,” you laughed at his small frown. “We’re locker buddies. Of course, I’ll see you, loser,” you quickly smacked your hand over your mouth. “Sorry, I was just joking!”

“You’re the nerd here,” he shot you a cheeky smile before moving towards the door. “See ya.”

You waved back at him as he left, then immediately felt around your cheeks for any sign of heat.

Damian reappeared moments after Tim left, plopping a pad of watercolor paper in front of you with an expectant stare. “Well?”

Damian really was funny. Whether he meant to be or if this was really just how he acted, you didn’t know yet, but you couldn’t help the snort that erupted unexpectedly. “Are you just going to stand behind me like a fucking voyeur?”

He blushed and tugged at his collar. “Of course not,” he said, referring to your last name—another quirk of his you were already getting used to.

It was almost endearing.

Almost.

He snatched a nearby easel and set it down next to yours, noticeably not behind it, you noted with amusement. Damian then grabbed the pad of paper he’d stuck in front of you and split the thick book in half with an ease that left you speechless. Literally. What do you say after someone does something mundane so savagely yet so casually?

“Uh.”

He glared at you as if to warn you to drop the whole thing, “You may have talent, but I don’t have all day.”

“Whatever,” you dismissed him, still not over him ripping the book.

This must be how he bantered. You realized that, while you may have noticed some of his personality, you definitely were nowhere close to understanding the true breadth of it. Yet, you added hopefully.

You both quietly fell into a companionable silence as you showed him certain tricks he would replicate on his half of the watercolor paper pad. You noted that the silence only lasted so long, as Damian’s aggressive style still wasn’t transferring to the watercolors.

“This is bullshit,” he muttered as he scrapped yet another piece of paper.

“Maybe it’s just not your style?” you tried, but the glare you were met with left no room for debate. “Okay, okay,” you moved beside him and put your hand over his to control the movement. His body wash or whatever cologne he was wearing smelled amazing, but damn, did the kid overdo it. “See how light I’m pressing?” he nodded as you did the movement again, releasing more of his intoxicating scent that you were forced to ignore. “You want to paint with the tip of the brush mostly and you can’t do that if it’s smushed against the paper,” he replicated your light movement with your hand still on top of his, creating a thin, delicate line. “Come look,” you stepped back to fully view his canvas and motioned for him to do the same.

“You’re right,” he inspected his previous work to the one you had just worked on with him. He said your name suddenly, causing you to turn towards him.

You hoped you weren’t blushing, but the close proximity, his scent and him saying your first name for once? It was a bit too much for you.

Before you could reply, a resounding bang crashed throughout the room, seeming to have come from somewhere downstairs. Damian remained perfectly still but seemed unsure of the comeuppance, which did nothing to comfort you.

“Damian?” you asked, unsure of what to do.

Then the yelling started.

You couldn’t hear much of it at first, but it quickly became a booming screech, then even louder to the point the two of you couldn’t ignore the ruckus any longer.

“Stay here,” was all he said. He got up swiftly to shut the door behind him, effectively leaving you to listen blindly to the crashes and bangs from below.

You easily could’ve listened to Damian's demands, but you didn’t.

As soon as he left the room, you waited only a moment before opening the door to follow after his retreating form. Once you reached the end of the wall, you crouched down to peer through the banister down into the entryway below.

You held back your gasp at the sight of a hulking Bruce Wayne, who was much larger in person than on TV and the papers, towering menacingly over yet another dark-haired kid.

You couldn’t see Damian, but you peered close enough to catch Tim and Dick attempting to intervene with the rampaging kid.

Where had Stephanie gone to? You searched around with wide eyes but found her nowhere. You couldn't lie that you wished she were here to witness this crazy shit go down with you.

Speaking of Damian.

“I told you to stay in the room,” he grumbled, suddenly appearing behind you to grab your hand.

You stumbled to fall into step with him as he pulled you back towards the direction of the art room but stopped just short and tugged you down a different staircase from the main one.

“Where did you even come from?” You hadn’t heard or seen him sneak up on you at all. He was like a fucking ninja. “Who is that?” That being the more important question to ask, you realized.

Tim was already waiting for the two of you halfway down the stairs while an older gentleman waited down at the base. Tim looked haunted, but it seemed like, at the very least, he was holding it together for you. Damian, to the untrained eye, seemed as unbothered as ever, but you picked up on the way his actions bordered on robotic more so than usual, meaning he was also putting on a calm facade for you.

You realized you wouldn't be getting any answers any time soon.

“Miss,” the older gentleman stated your last name as you came to the end of the stairs and found yourself in a huge kitchen that would be any chef's dream. “I will be the one escorting you home this evening.”

The guttural screaming and banging sounded close, so you nodded and swiftly followed behind. All the while, Tim and Damian remained protectively on either side of you.

Flanked and covered on all sides, you made your way out a back exit where you assumed a car would be waiting.

You don't know what made you do it, but you turned your head at the last minute to see the new raven-haired kid stomping directly across the hallway that led right to you.

Your eyes took him in, trailing helplessly over his larger form while your fight or flight kicked in.

“Another one?” he screeched, his seething green eyes locking onto your own with a fiery rage. “ANOTHER FUCKING REPLACEMENT, BRUCE?” you startled backward into Tim’s chest as your eyes refused to leave the active threat in front of you.

Bruce came into view, noting your presence briefly with a quick but sorry gaze. It was enough to make your stomach flip at the acknowledgment.

You were shaking, you realized, just as Dick yelled at him to get back.

He and Bruce had the kid held back by both of his arms as he attempted to come closer to you, but scar-face continued to struggle violently against their inhumanly strong grip.

“TOO MUCH TESTOSTERONE, SO YOU HAD TO GO ADOPT SOME FAT BITCH?” From this close, you noticed the angry scars cutting across the fleshiness of his boyish cheeks and his odd white tuft of hair. The scars bent and morphed with every exaggerated expression.

Damian snarled from behind you while Tim and Alfred both placed gentle, guiding hands on your shoulders to lead you outside and into a blacked-out sports car.

What even was that dude talking about? Replacement? Adopted?

After quick goodbyes to Tim and Damian, you were left alone in the back of a Rolls Royce, wondering what the fuck you’d just witnessed.

•

About a week after your first visit to Wayne Manor and only a few days into your second week at Gotham Academy, you were still finding a routine.

Every morning started off by seeing Tim (and sometimes Stephanie) by your locker. The three of you would chat for a bit about classes until Damian would stop by to walk you to your first class, only because the rumors still hadn’t quieted.

If anything, the gossip had only gotten worse after you'd started hanging around the Wayne family.

You were a grade ahead in English and had confided in Damian after a few days of pretending like you didn’t know where the classroom was and him insisting you did, that you were actually just anxious. He’d looked at you like you were dumb until you explained your dilemma of having to cross through the older kid hallways to get to the classroom.

He hadn’t needed you to elaborate further to understand that the kids were still making fun of you. Thus, he began to walk you to class every day.

It wasn’t like Damian’s presence stopped the taunting; it just made it less directly aimed at you, which worked just as well. Plus, Damian ended up being funny as hell, so just having his presence helped keep you calm through it all.

It was... sweet.

Another new routine was that you now had Damian to eat lunch with and Tim and Stephanie as well. After your first hangout, you started seeing more of them in the hallways and eventually at lunch. It turned out both had the same lunch period and, after discovering this fact, would try to sit at the lunch table with you guys most of the time unless they had projects and such to complete.

Long gone were your days of hiding out alone in the library.

Today had been much of the same.

You were at lunch with Damian and Tim (Stephanie had to stay over in chemistry to finish an assignment) when a familiar and not in a good way, green-eyed face plopped down. The force was enough to shake the entire table.

His very being demanded attention, you realized with a gulp as you took in his messed-up uniform collar and, even more pressing, the deep-set scars that ran across the majority of his face.

Your fearful glance bounced between an annoyed Damian and tense Tim while the kid who’d screamed at you appeared sheepish.

“What’s up?” he tried with a deep voice that sounded extremely different from the angry yells you'd heard during your first visit to the manor.

When no one responded, he scoffed and pulled out a packed lunch that matched Damian and Tim’s sophisticated own. He pushed around at it. You looked down at the pathetic leftover pizza you’d ordered two days prior with severe disdain. Definitely not as appetizing as their gourmet sandwiches and pastries.

As if sensing your envy, the kid from the manor pulled out a red Tupperware container and scooted it cautiously across the table toward you.

You eyed the container skeptically before squinting at him.

“I made you scones.” You didn’t bother responding once again, but, nonetheless, he continued. “I’m Jason.”

“Okay,” you drawled out, wishing he would just leave you alone.

He looked unsure of you now, eyes widened and searching Damian and Tim’s faces for the right thing to say, but neither offered any help, let alone return his anxious gaze.

Why did he care what you thought of him or whether or not you accepted his apology?

“You’re not fat, by the way,” he added hastily, realizing too late that it had sounded a lot better in his head than it did coming out.

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped from your lips, not having expected his forwardness. You cleared your throat after catching the incredulous looks from everyone else at the table, but Jason seemed pleased.

You rolled your eyes a bit, hesitantly accepting his peace offering, when your stomach growled, revealing just how disappointed with your lunch you were. You couldn’t deny that his scones looked fucking bomb and the piece of pizza you’d eaten left a lot to be desired.

You took out a chocolate chip scone and toasted it in his direction. “Nice to meet you, Jason,” you told him your name before biting into the heavenly pastry. The insane taste alone had you moaning. “Holy shit,” you opened your eyes to see everyone at the table bright red and refusing to make eye contact with you, that is, aside from Jason’s stark green ones, “these are awesome."

You weren’t lying, either.

You knew how to cook and bake and all (when you were able to get the ingredients, that is), but it never came out anything like this.

“I made them,” he smiled at you a bit hesitantly. You could imagine why after such a violent introduction- if it could even be called that and now here he was with a complete 180 gentle disposition and scones. “I could show you too?” It came out as more of a question.

“Careful, Todd,” Damian warned, “she’s my friend, not yours.”

You would later ask Jason for his scone recipe and curse him when you realized that, of course, he hadn’t given you the exact recipe and your scones came out tasting like shit.

All those wasted ingredients for nothing, the fucking asshole.

You were going to get that recipe.

•

The same week Jason started school, you returned to Wayne Manor for the second time. This time, without all the hostility, though it seemed like any time the Wayne siblings hung out, there was some sort of quarrel.

This time, it was over who kept dropping all the green shells.

Damian was convinced it was Stephanie, who was convinced it was Barbara, who was convinced it was Dick, who was convinced it was Tim, but it had been you. Jason, who refused to play and insisted on posting up against the game room entryway, knew it'd been you.

What were you supposed to do when they were apparent Mario Kart gods while you were more like a toddler chewing on a console?

Finally, after Stephanie, Barbara and Dick had each won twice in a row, Mario Kart was rage quit by Damian, who demanded the group play something else.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his petulance, “At least you came in second once.”

“Yeah, well, someone has to be last place,” he said your last name.

“Maybe not every time, though,” Tim teased you with a nudge from beside you on the couch you were both sitting on with Damian.

“Well, then. Let’s play something I’m good at.” You flipped through their virtual game library until you came across Injustice 2 and launched it. Everyone in the room boo’ed. “What?!” You asked incredulously. “You guys bought the game, not me!”

Damian came to your rescue, “I want to play."

“You gonna be Batman, little bird?” Stephanie teased him.

“Please, Brown,” Damian maneuvered his controller to click on player two just as you picked player one, “I actually want to win.”

You played as Catwoman, while Damian selected Robin.

“They should have some relevant dialogue when they appear too!” You wiggled excitedly in your seat in anticipation.

It'd been a while since you played the first game and you’d never had the money to buy the second game, so all the game content was all new to you.

The characters loaded in and true to what you said, they began to taunt each other. You tried to turn up the volume, but before you could, Damian clicked 'A' and skipped through the intro, leaving your mouth to drop at the audacity.

Stephanie and Barbara cackled at your offended face while Dick got up to try and smooth things over with a placating grin, "Woah, there."

“Fucking asshole!” you cut Dick off, dropping the remote as Robin began beating the shit out of Catwoman before you could get a proper hold on your controller.

“Fuck your dialogue,” Damian was hunched over with his hands rapidly pounding buttons while you attempted to catch up to his onslaught of attacks. Stephanie, Barbara and Tim were hooting and hollering at Catwoman's whip assault while Dick sat back down to politely cheer for Damian, who quickly shut it down. "You're distracting me, Grayson."

You end up kicking his ass, but barely. Still enough of a beating for him to throw the controller out of the room past Jason's looming body.

You laughed as he pushed into your shoulder, “So much for last place, huh?”

He stuck his tongue out and you don’t know why your first thought was to grab it, but you did.

You stared at him while he stared at you, tongue still between your pointer and thumb, neither of you (or anyone in the room) saying anything. You were equally surprised he hadn’t reclaimed his tongue by pushing you or whatever Damian’s aggressive ass would normally do.

Jason, somehow, is the one who ended up breaking the weird, no, awkward tension you’d created by clicking on rematch. This time, you noted, without skipping the dialogue.

You nodded appreciatively in his direction, but he just shook his head with a roll of his eyes, "Psycho."

You dropped Damian’s tongue immediately, flush with embarrassment you were desperately trying to quell into a cool nonchalance and joined the game.

Within a few seconds, you used Catwoman’s whip to knock Robin on his ass with ease. "That's rich," you shot him a pointed eyebrow that you knew he understood.

“Jeesh!” Stephanie exclaimed now on the edge of her seat as Robin teleported behind Catwoman, but you dodged his sword attack and retaliated with a headlock followed by a bodyslam. She ended up blocking Dick’s view, leaving him to shuffle across the room near Jason in order to see past everyone who’d collectively gotten up from their seats.

Jason, who was on the left side of the couch, didn’t seem too bothered by Dick’s presence, but you knew it was throwing him off a little. As soon as Dick entered Jason's personal bubble, he was no longer able to dodge your Super Move like he'd done countless times before.

In the end, Jason beat you with a wink and left the room, leaving you more confused than ever about your rocky relationship.

From screaming to scones to winks, all in a few days. You were getting severe whiplash from this family when you weren’t even sure why they all even wanted to keep hanging out with you, least of all why you kept coming back.

Maybe it was a bit dysfunctional, maybe you were all dysfunctional for that matter, but for the first time ever, you felt like you kind of belonged.

It was… nice.

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augment-techs · 5 months

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Book/Movie Diary: What I watched/read 12/2023

The Deer King: An anime that is something you would watch if you are a fan of Princess Mononoke largely for the style, and if you liked The Phantom Menace and the Fellowship of the Rings for the lore and vibes. Unfortunately, I have been reading up on all the Drakkon/Coinless Jason by @ajgrey9647 and that means I spent the whole movie expecting the stoic protagonist and pretty Doctor to beat the shit out of each other or devolve into sloppy makeout sessions. 4/5

The Man Who Came Down the Attic Stairs, by Celine Loup: A beautiful not-a-memoir in graphic novel format that the artist/author wrote as a what-if scenario covering the effects of pregnancy in the pre-War 1900s; complete with post-partum depression. It's smooth as silk with the art in stunning black and white. 4/5

Manga Classics' King Lear, by Richard Appignanesi: An interesting and visually lovely concept, resetting Shakespeare's story into a Native American vs Colonial landscape. I really wanted to like it, but I felt like it really missed the mark? 2.5/5

Komi Can't Communicate vol. 1, by Oda Tomohito: I finally get to read the first gn in the series and was not disappointed in finding that, yes, it was Tadano who made the first move, and Komi is ADORABLE. 4/5

Commute, by Erin Williams: An examination of being a woman who has experienced many assaults and the results thereof through alcoholism, poor dating choices, dissociation, and finally, motherhood. excerpts I had to write down include: -"What's your part in this abuse?" "That I kept getting drunk?" "You kept going to the gas station for oranges. They don't sell oranges at the gas station. If you want oranges, you go the grocery store. I don't know QUITE how to feel about the art style as a GN. 4/5

Stitches: A Graphic Memoir, by David Small: Sort of a twilight examination on generational trauma and mental illness through the youngest son of a closet lesbian with multiple health issues and a radiologist in a time when it was believed that x-rays could also cure rather than just provide an image of internal problems. The spooky art style made me very uncomfortable, but I quite liked it. 5/5

Literary Witches, by Taisia Kitaiskaia: A collection of witchy femme writers in a poetic presentation, done much like spellwork used through epithets. 5/5

Searching for Bobby Fischer: Just as good, and all the more better, than I thought it would be. It had taken me DECADES to finally see this on DVD after seeing part of it ONCE on VHS when I was tiny and couldn't really remember it. It's the kind of family movie that really isn't made anymore. It's quiet, it's contemplative, it's HONEST. I LOVED IT. 6/5

Disfigured: On Fairy Tales, Disability, and Making Space; by Amanda Leduc: Actually uses both memoir and popular culture as fairly good references to the reality of perfectionism and "the other." It used Disney, changelings, "The Bloody Chamber" and her own medical history. Must take note of this for later because it is very good. 5/5

Spit Three Times, by Davide Raviati: Yet another graphic memoir, this one laying out the growth of a teen/teens in Italy around the 1980s(?), with the author being of Romani descent. It had a lot of stuff I couldn't differentiate between euphemism and actual truth, but I'm pretty sure the extremely mentally ill girl insisting on sexual activity and getting beaten almost to death until she gave birth to a baby that a drunken teenage boy had to deliver on the fly was pretty real. I really did not understand a lot of what happened, but there was one scene that felt very honest apart from the incredibly violent one: "The only person I know who could beat off while doing the backstroke." >> THIS. This was so weird, and yet something teen boys just DO. 3-4/5

Snow White: A Graphic Novel, by Matt Phelan: A retelling of the old tale with a twist. The setting in 1920s New York, the wicked queen is an extremely popular flapper on Broadway, the dead king as a rich mogul that survived the Black Thursday crash, Snow is a boarding school girl back to see the will. We see butchers, detectives, private eyes, and the seven are all street orphans that DO chase the witch down to death. The Macy's Window was an especially nice touch. 4/5

Komi Can't Communicate vol. 2, by Oda Tomohito: -Yamai IS a total psycho at first blush, omg. Poor Tadano, he did not deserve this crap. -The Ramen Chef that shares Komi's disorder must get on GREAT with Agari. -Wow. I was not expecting Tadano to be THAT embarrassing in middle school. -Agari being both a dog-girl and an awesome, honest food critic was a nice touch. -Najimi is VERY cheap. -The dress show was not something I thought I'd see, but I'm not at all surprised that Tadano was always going to be the best choice. 5/5

Komi Can't Communicate vol. 3, by Oda Tomohito: -Chiarai, Sonoda, and Shinobino might be incredibly awkward and can't NOT end up being queer somewhere down the line, but at least they're honest with their judgement of the girls (plus Najimi) in bathing suits. -Both Komi & Tadano look awesome in yukatas. -Komi alone on the playground was so wholesome I wanna scream. -No surprise that Komi is great with babies, but it was still cute to see. -Komi continues to wear the dress Tadano picked out EVERYWHERE. 5/5

#what I watched/read: 12/2023 #refence #book diary #movie diary

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idv-news-boi · 1 year

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Okay, but which Sonic voice tho? There's like 5 now. Asking for ref~

// There's like.. about 7 voice actors and counting-

The truth is, there's no specific sonic voice for this boi, just take your pick of your liking! Since Laurence's voice can be so weird...

Like, he can change a bit depending on the state of his throat you know. Like whenever he feel like internally tired, he'll go with a natural tone like Jason Griffith.

There's also Roger Craig Smith who voiced Sonic in Wreck-it-Ralph and other arcs, which i can really imagine Laurence speaking like that at times-(Also Junichi Kanemaru who voiced JP WIR! Sonic is so accurate for a JP voiced Lau ngl-)

And crap, the moments when he acts childish? Ben Schwartz just fits a lot it's cute dhdndnb

idk, i almost can't see the difference besides the pitch on them,,,, 🤔🤭

#idv oc #identity v oc #identity v #idv oc ask blog #idv ocs #idv askblog #idv #📰// headcanons

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[breaks down your door] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8, 10 and 13 for jason and marcus >:]

ALREADY ANSWERED 1 BUT. if necessary i could go into so much more detail. i could i really could i WONT but i could.

2. How’s their team work? Do they share well?

at first, they didn't even try to work together, or even really listen to each other - even though they are in this TOGETHER, with no one else to help them for a good while. then, it was like. god fine i'll work with you but only because we share a common goal. which finally made them break down the first barrier they both had up, which lead to them actually liking each other. but obviously neither of them would admit that for a WHILE. now, they work together VERY well. theyre so in tune with each other they don't even need to speak half the time, just one knowing glance, a nod, and they're on it, perfectly in sync.

the sharing is the same, they REFUSED at first but now??? marcus takes also jason's clothes,, jason cannot stop him. theyre way too big for him but he looks too cute so. jason just has to learn to deal with it

3. Are they open about their relationship? How do they feel about public displays of affection?

DEFINITELY yes. they were a bit shy at first* (*very shy like my GOD they couldnt even look each other in the eye) but then they gradually got comfortable with being out and about, holding hands, a little kiss every now and again. the power and ego trip they both experience by yelling "that's my BOYFRIEND you bitch" before starting a fight?? unparalleled.

4. First impression of each other? Was it love at first sight?

can't go into too much detail with it all yet bc that's exactly what i'm writing at the moment and i don't wanna spoil all of it <3 but it wasn't love at first sight at all, marcus was scared of him because he's tall, freakishly strong, very cold, an asshole, and generally. very angry and unpleasant person. and marcus did not want to be stuck with him. he was also scared bc, with marcus being able to see ghosts + undead stuff, jason had an extremely Weird vibe that marcus had never seen before, and it really freaked him out

as for jason, he saw marcus and was like, this is the most pathetic looking little guy ever. he can't even throw a punch. he's looking at me and he's about to start crying. do i have to babysit this little freak??? my boyfriend cheated on me with THIS??? jesus christ. how pathetic am i. and then. well. marcus's whole existence gave him even more self-esteem issues HFSJHGHJ

5. Nicknames? Pet names? Any in-jokes?

as i write more and fine-tune their relationship, i'll definitely have a better answer for this. but i do still have Something!!! jason used to call marcus 'big guy' and 'casanova' a lot when they started being a little less hostile to each other, sometimes also throwing in the occasional "honey" and "babycakes", bc marcus's reaction to those two specifically made him laugh. again he wouldnt admit it. but it really did make him go. omg... i.. orythfg aAaaaaa. it broke him internally every time but that didn't stop him. there's also a whole thing about a swear jar, because jason will NOT stop swearing at all ever, he sprinkles at least 5 swears in every sentence. WHAT a guy.

6. Any tasks that are always left to one person?

answered this one too AAAA

8. What do the like best about their partner?

jason is head over heels in love with marcus's smile and laugh. and the two of them together??? he melts. he gets weak at the knees he CANNOT deal with it. even after they've been together for years, it still makes him flustered <3 also his eyes, his freckles,,, how he's so SO talented like. the most talented guy he's ever seen he CANNOT get over it. just. even the way he simply exists in the world has jason on the floor. and the moustache. he says he hates it but like. it's one of his favourite things about marcus 1000%

marcus also loves jason's smile, that's the first thing he noticed about him - the first sign that he was actually breaking through the front jason had up and was getting through to the real thing. his resillience, with the amount of things he's been through, and the fact he's still going?? he's Amazed. he had already been in love with him for a while up until this point but when he heard him play guitar for the first time, which was also the first time where jason was 100% authentically himself??? he could have kissed him and married him and ran away with him right then and there. but he DIDNT bc they werent even TOGETHER and he still thought jason didnt like him all that much. ALSO HIS HANDS. JASON'S HANDS ARE SO IMPORTANT TO HIM. I COULD WRITE AN ESSAY ABOUT IT.

10. Who drives? Cooks? Does the handiwork? Cleans? Pays the bills? Handles the public?

jason (unfortunately) drives, marcus mostly does the cooking, but jason is getting better at trying to help <3 they both do varying levels of handiwork, both share cleaning tasks + bills too i guess idk!! THEY LIKE DOING THINGS TOGETHER and theyre both a little stupid so they need to use their combined braincell to get anything done. jason mostly handles anything with being out in Public and talking to people, bc he's tall and intimidating so no one will ever try shit with him or marcus. he HAS to protect his short bf at all costs

13. What do they do for fun? Do they have a favorite activity or do they like to switch things up?

i know i already answered this but i'm thinking about how they make music together again. and. aruthfghjd. when i said about them travelling?? they take as MANY pictures as they possibly can and put them all in a photo album. they LOVE photo albums. and scrapbooking. this fact is VERY important to me

#oc tag #OC ALEX #oc marcus #THEY MAKE ME SO DERANGED

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the-firebird69 · 15 days

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STAR TREK INTO DARKNESS - International Trailer - United Kingdom

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It sounds like someone has a secret he's homicidal suicidal the clones did this to me. I've heard some of what he says on the other side and it doesn't match up with what he's saying on this side and yeah you can't hide from me and you're weak and you don't have power certain power understand. He says he gets it but I'm sure he doesn't and he does not do the work and it's not the clans he's a lazy slob just like Trump but it's not real lazy but I think that he said he did was replace the clans giants down below and is trying to get Jason in his family into the tomb and when he took it out as he need to egyptologist they weighed these are comfort guy immediately but that wouldn't do it so he'd have to know how much they weighed going in when they were put in there they only put in five out of the seven

Zues Hera

So it's your device that I was there on the other side doing it and he says that's what I was looking for

Tommy f

This is a room full of clever geniuses no there's one genius and a whole bunch of dimwits we have to figure out what the hell's going on here I don't understand I don't like this stuff what are these Rock cannon balls and more does anybody know for sure he says it's a counterweight and I understand that we have to get to work now

Mac daddy

It's really weird you figure stuff out and he comes back he has to remember it people say a lot of stuff when I say is we have two people willing to take the blame one of them is out and one of them is not who says he did that gosh almighty what could happen now he says I can eat a stream of them up down there with the creatures and it would look like the idiot and that's probably it or we're talking about our ass and getting ourselves into trouble and not doing anything like we have for 8 years in Castle

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𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 — 02

𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 an FBI Agent, Isabella Kingsley, is enlisted into task force 141 to bring down a powerful Mexican drug cartel and their leader, Antonio Marquez involved in a large terrorism scandal.

Isabella leaned back in the wooden chair of the meeting room, She tried her best to ignore the fact that she was surrounded by large probably very dangerous men she had never seen before, some including a mow hawk and a skull mask.

Luckily there were a few familiar faces, Price and Laswell only, she took the seat in the right corner, over looking a few others., she gathered a few names, or call signs?

Mow hawk dude with the obnoxiously loud laugh and weird jokes was called 'soap' she also heard the skull-man call him johnny a few times.

skull-man was referred to 'ghost' a lot and the man with a cap was called 'Gaz'

Weird callsigns, not like she would know FBI agents didn't have callsigns, everyone called her Kingsley or Isabella.

"We got information about a Cartel leader, a terrorist." Laswell looked round the meeting room, ignoring a huff from 'Ghost' as she continued "With the recent.. incident, We're.. nibbing it in the bud."

That's one way to put it.

"Luckily, we've got help from agents, Kingsley will be with us during the mission." Isabella groaned internally listening to the squeaking of the chairs as they all turned to face her, she sent a quick nod going back to picking the dirt under her nails.

It didn't take long for her to zone out, briefing of a seemingly the most difficult mission she will ever do was the last thing on her mind, continuously going back to Jude, the gunshots. The girl. The train. Those fucking terrorist, cartel-- fucks whatever they were.

The muffled music hit her 10 times harder as she stepped inside of the bar, a smile immediately hit her as she noticed his charming smile, deep brown eyes and bright white teeth, Jude.

His whiskey perched in his hand, occasionally swishing the liquid round as he smooth talked some of their co-workers, When his eyes hit hers he grinned. Practically dashing over to her, they met half way.

Her arms wrapped round his neck, hugging him tightly, Isabella grinned up at the led lights. As he chuckled into her brown hair.

"If it isn't Kingsley.." He smirked looking at her shoulder-less black sweater and skinny jeans, His finger running over the scarring over knife mark down her back she shivered. "Te he extrañado mi hermana." He pressed a quick kiss to the cheek. "I've missed you, my sister"

"It's nice to see you, Jude." Isabella smiled waving at the others who lifted a glass up to her, Jude used his large palm to push her towards the others.

"Can't believe your back in action already, Bella." Simone laughed from her seat on the stool waving down the black heel, Isabella smiled.

"Well... got to pay the bills somehow." Isabella let out a dry laugh, everyone followed.

"Yeah.. but you took a pretty nasty fall..." Andrew looked over at the others who nodded and agreed, Isabella fought the urge to scoff, plastering on a smile to her lips.

"Just a few scars." She added with a shrug, some looked at each other for a second before replying

"You were on bed rest for two months... That's a lot of time to be out of work." Jason spoke taking a sip of his beer to coat his judgy words.

"For a gunshot wound, the scar on my back is from scrap car metal." Isabella felt herself getting a little more defensive, the group went silent as Jude spoke up.

"I think your scars pretty cool." He begun, the pad of this finger still tracing over the large sword slash like scar on her back. "But that shits in the past, lets get drunk."

The secluded area in the bar was dimmer, slightly though not much quieter and full of Isabella's and Jude's laughs and chuckles.

"They were being such bitches, dude..." Jude laughed, the whiskey starting to get to them.

"Innit, Like.. I know I was shot, no need to remind me.." Isabella responded, hushing her voice even though the group was on the other side of the room, Jude chuckled.

"I dunno why I even invited them, They're too posh." Jude rolled his eyes, Isabella slapped his arm.

"Simone is dressed like she's going out to a fuckin' night club.. And Andrew is eating that shit up like its his tea." Jude let out a louder laugh, spluttering into his whiskey.

The sound of softer music, started to play... the background singers begun as Isabella and Jude continue to laugh.

After a few minutes the laughter quietens down.

"We should do karaoke."

The two quickly downed the whiskey, stumbling up to the karaoke machine.

"Shit, they have our song." Isabella giggled to herself scrolling through the music choices, before Jude clicked one.

"Any one."

Isabella followed after the soldiers being led out to the military plane, this was going to be a looooong ride.

"Any one."

She felt her nerves rise higher as she stepped inside, she felt so out of place, Trying her best to find a seat which wasn't close to any of those soldiers was hard, until 'Gaz' waved her over.

"You can blame me--" Isabella and Jude begun, their slurred words and drunken giggles taking over the music sometimes but they pushed through, a hand on his arm as they held the microphones close to their mouths.

"Try to shame me."

Isabella reluctantly took the seat, Gaz patted for her, sending him an awkward smile in reality she was quiet thankful someone had offered her a seat.

"And still i'll care for you." The back light behind the karaoke machine burned into their backs, her sunburnt skin and scars open from the sweater she was wearing.

"Welcome to the task force, Kingsley right?" He had the same stupid charming grin Jude had, and a soft voice.

"That's right.. I hear people calling you.. Gaz?" She asked, out of respect sticking a hand out for him to shake he gladly took it. his hands were rough and calloused but somehow the palm of his hand still felt soft against hers.

"It's Kyle, but yeah.. Gaz is my callsign, you?" He asked, letting the light flow under his cap shining his long lashes and brown eyes.

"I'm FBI, we don't really have callsigns, People just normally call me Isabella." She let his hand go, shoving hers back into her jean pocket.

"You can run around."

Jude let out a loud laugh between lyrics as Isabella trips over her shoelace, sending her flying into him, gripping onto his white button up to keep her up.

"Even put me down."

The plane was pretty loud, the sound of the whizzing and beeping didn't exactly overtake their conversation, just enough to where Isabella had to raise her voice.

"You do this stuff often?" Isabella asked, Gaz twisted his head to look at her.

"Not my first rodeo." He shrugged, Isabella nodded turning her head back to the other soldiers. "What 'bout you?"

"Uh.. Sort of, Never actually had to go Mexico to deal with Cartel always in America. "

"Still i'll be there for you."

"This Cartels different, Terrorism and drugs." Isabella looked up at him.

"Well, I'm sure you guys will sort it." Isabella huffed, He shook his head with a frown.

"The world may think i'm foolish, they can't see you.. like i can"

Isabella felt his arm wrap around her shoulders keeping her close as the sung together, ignoring the stares, booing and other drunken slurred words thrown at them.

"Oh but anyone.. who knows what love is.. will understand."

Isabella frowned but continued to sing as he pulled away, checking his phone, his singing died down until he turned to look at her.

"Tengo que irme, hermana. Te veré en el trabajo." He whispered into her ear quickly rushing off the stage and back to grab his leather jacket before leaving the bar.

Isabella was drunk, confused and upset. She didn't understand a word he had said.

"Any one."

She found herself growing fond of Gaz, he was nicer.. less intimidating then the others he had introduced her to Soap which was still a bit awkward to speak to, and their was no chance she would speak to grim reaper over there without wanting to throw herself off the plane.

"I just feel so sorry."

Isabella's eyes were still trained onto the door she watched Jude leave from, her singing was now just background noise to her, she missed her best friend. she was worried, he was her brother, her hermano.

"For the ones who pity me."

" 'cause they just don't know."

"Oh they don't know what happiness and love can be."

"Any one."

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liminalmemories21 · 3 months

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Good morning! There’s an ask game afoot. If you feel like it, answer with three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs! anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog.

Thank you!

Okay, I did this before, but I can't be bothered to go find it - so have three more.

1 - (inspired by your story of serendipity) when I was in high school we lived in Geneva and my mother worked at the American Women's Club editing their magazine. About 15 years later my roommate was at ALA and over dinner mentioned her roommate - and I have a reasonably uncommon name - and over the table a woman leaned across and said, 'Can I ask a strange question - is your roommate related to [my mother's name] by any chance?' And, I was, and this woman had been my mother's co-editor in Geneva in like 1995 when I was in high school, and her kids were barely born. And now she lives one town over from us, and periodically we go out and entertain the table with stories about how weird it is to live in Geneva.

2 - We lived in Paris when I was in middle school/early high school and my school was across the river from the Australian embassy, so all the Australian kids went to my school (instead of the other American/international schools which were further out). Mostly what this means is that I got addicted to Neighbors at a tender age - back when Kylie Minogue was on it (and married to Jason Donovan), and Guy Pearce was the hot teacher she was flirting with. Not, however, at a tender enough age to form an appreciation for vegemite.

3 - We lived in Hong Kong when I was in 2nd-4th grade, which means I was young enough to be indoctrinated into the idea that beans on toast are delicious. My mother has no idea where she went wrong. Don't know how I escaped an introduction to marmite there, but I did. We used to meet my father every Saturday for dim sum after he got out of work (also that office had pneumatic tubes between floors and sometimes he let me send messages - which, let me tell you, was the coolest thing ever, I would say at age 8, but honestly, I still think it's pretty cool and think we should bring back pneumatic tubes).

#contains me #asked and answered

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gangrenados · 3 years

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Yandere Jason Todd

I have to say that these are a bunch of multiples ideas, so it might a little bit dispersed.

Warning: murder, kidnapping, manipulation

I don't condone any of this behavior, we all know this is a really shitty thing to do.

Matthew Daddario as Jason fancast cuz I like it!!

▪Let's start with something simple: Jason is a very possessive and over protective yandere who doesn't fear to kill whoever dares to put themselves between him and you, especially if they're rivals.

▪There's a big difference when it comes to how he'll be with you depending on what state of his life he's in.

•Fresh of out of the Pit Jason will obsess over you for the sole reason that he wants to posses something in order to feel like he has gained some control over his life.

° Jason doesn't love you, you're just an object that he use to feel in control so he will manhandle you and break you as he pleases.

°It's hard for him to realize that what he's doing is wrong and by the time he finally accepts it, you'll probably be death or in a terrible mind state.

°Jason will have succeed in breaking you and he will punish himself about it.

•Arkham Knight Jason see you as a something that he needs to possess in order to feel human and loved again. He almost worships you as a higher being.

°Jason will hold on you in dear life, hoping that your company will make him feel better.

° Jason is more mindful over your needs and what you might feel about him and being held hostage, those thoughts makes him deeply insecure and sick to his stomach. However, Jason can't bring himself to let you go, he needs you.

°He wouldn't hurt you on purpose, but rather will choose to threaten you with breaking all your bones or killing those you love.

°This applies when he's jealous. Jason will pin you up against wall and point a gun at you as he cries and screams why was the cause for you to betray him.

°You always knew Jason was by far more strong than you but having him towering over you in the middle of a breakdown as he waves around a loaded gun is making you panic.

°Jason wouldn't kill you, but he know where to shoot without killing. You're gonna suffer with him if you don't start to give him answers.

°This version of Jason is mentally and emotionally unstable, he's more likely to breakdown and cause chaos since he can't fully control what he's feeling or how to process it.

°Jason might worship you and treat you as if you were made of glass, but he might kill you in one of his anger rampages.

• Red Hood Jason in the other hand is in a better mental place so it's less likely that he'll hurt you out of an emotional decontrol.

° Also there's the fact that, as that his Arkham Knight version, Jason prefers to use threads to keep you under his control rather than physical punishments. However, he'll use them if your being too defiant.

His punishments tend to be: isolation, spanking, making you use a collar shock, etc

°Jason doesn't see you as an object that will make him feel better, he genuinely loves and cares for you.

°He's deeply afraid that something bad will happen to you if he's not there to protect you.

°Jason see you as a defenseless, naive person who needs him to survive. He's gonna be your savior and lover even if you don't want him to.

°Oh don't try to escape, he'll find you pretty easily and drag you back to the safe house as he scolds you for being such a stupid brat. And if someone else was helping you escape? Jason will kill them in front of you to show you a lesson.

°He might nice and caring to you, but Jason doesn't tolerate when a darling talks back or defy him.

He doesn't like a bratty darling since it makes him think you don't trust him enough. Jason truly believes he knows what's better for you, so it's not gonna end well if you question his decisions.

°Might pull up a dirty move to make you stay, like hiring some goons to scare you if you decide to leave him. So Red Hood can come, kill them and be your hero!

°One thing to keep in mind is that all of his version are deeply insecure and touched deprived. They might want to hold you and kiss you, but it's gonna be a long way until they finally don't hesitate to do such thing.

°Their distan and pretty close to you at the same time. This goes more with the Arkham Knight and Red Hood though.

I'm gonna keep talking about the Red Hood version, so keep reading!

▪Jason wants you and will have you, he doesn't care how far he has to go for that to become true.

▪He wants to know every little single detail about you, it doesn't matter if they're insignificant.

▪So he will study you and take notes about your preferences, your weaknesses, what you like and what not and what are those little habits you have so internalized that you don't even notice you make.

▪It will lead to a point that Jason will know you better than you think to know yourself.

▪He will set cameras and a security system in your house and you will notice that Red Hood has been appearing too much near your neighborhood lately...weird.

▪Also the crippling sensation that someone is watching has been being so persistent when you go out.

▪You have tried to calm yourself down saying that it's normal since you live in a city like Gotham, but that doesn't make it any better.

▪Also lately you don't feel alone when you're in your apartment. You don't feel alone at all to be honest and it's creeping you out.

▪And what about this new guy in your life? He looks so mysterious and bad boy-ish, also wow he's pretty damn handsome and easy to talk to! How this guy can be friend of yours!?

▪Yeah, Jason got over his doubts and went out of his way to reach to you and be part of your life (with you knowing this time)

▪There's something we have to address here: at the beginning Jason couldn't accept that what he was doing was wrong. He didn't even want to acknowledge that he was deeply infatuated with you.

▪Jason didn't mean for this crush to go that far and the idea of what he's really doing, looking through the cameras he installed in your room, was making him sick.

▪However, he couldn't be away from you for long, if something happened to you it would drive him crazy, since the idea that you weren't there was enough to make anxiety paralyze his entire body.

▪Jason needs to protect you like he needs to breathe. It's not an option but a vital necessity.

▪What happens is that Jason's mind is torn between the voice that tells him to watch you closely and the one who's screaming at him and begging to stop all of this.

▪ Jason wants to possess you so he can keep the dangerous world away from you, is better than the rational part of his mind that tells him that what he is doing is foolish and will end badly.

▪But to be honest here, Jason doesn't pay much attention to the rational side of his brain unless he has a breakdown since he's more sensitive and open to those sad thoughts.

▪During one of those breakdowns were the main reason why he took you one night after about a month of overthinking every decision he has made so far and the numbing that he might lose you if he doesn't do something drastical.

▪So during a seemingly normal night in Gotham, when the rain soaked everything in it's path and made your warm bed even comfortable than ever, an exalted Red Hood broke into your apartment to kidnap you.

▪He didn't leave any space for doubt, so without hesitation he pricked your neck with a needle and carried to one of his safe houses.

▪Jason feels like he can breath again now that you're on his bed, sleeping fondly thanks to the tranquilizer.

▪You look so beautiful and innocent, it only reassures Jason that what he did was the right thing.

▪You need him to protect you from the horrible things of the world, it's more than obvious that you can't take care of yourself and Jason is more than glad to keep you safe.

▪Yeah, that's all he wants in reality. Jason doesn't give a fuck if you don't love him right away since he have the hope that one day you'll understand and finally accept his love and devotion for you and you'll do the same.

#yandere #yandere Jason todd #yandere jason todd x reader #yandere dc #yandere red hood #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #tw guns #tw murder

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desert-bluffs-and-me · 2 years

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WTNV Quick Rundown - 9 - Pyramid

Welcome back to my series of quick rundowns of WTNV podcast episodes and live shows. Bulletpoints marking lore, facts, quotes and interesting things. Catch up here or by using the tag #wtnv quick rundown on my blog!

In this episode, the messages from the pyramid were written by guest contributor Regis Lacher (@regisl).

Weird at last. Weird at last. God almighty, weird at last. Welcome to Night Vale.

There is a Beatrix Lohman Memorial Meditation Zone in NV. A large pyramid has appeared there. The Sheriff's Secret Police try to taser it repeatedly, to no effect. They also tried surface-to-surface missiles, again to no avail. They also try and charge it with resisting arrest since they can't figure out how to arrest it.

People are assuming it's a publicity stunt by local cereal company 'Flakey-O's' which just launched a new brand of night time-only cereals. The board of directors for the company deny (some at gunpoint) to have anything to do with it. Even Cecil doesn't believe them. They are eventually taken to the abandoned mineshaft. Shortly after, the pyramid vanishes, leaving behind a smaller version of itself broadcasting a final message. The SSP declare that they won because 'it's about time they won something'.

The messages from the pyramid are as followed:

First message: I will place within some of you questions. Within others, I will place answers. These questions and these answers will not always align. The questions I provide may have no answers, and the answers I provide may have no questions. I will study the effects of these questions and these answers. Some of you will hurt others and others will heal. Grow my seeds inside you, and let them flower.

Second message: Everything you do matters except your life. Death will be the last action you undertake. I do not live but I exist. What is my purpose? I will not tell you. One day, you will discover your purpose, and then you will tell no one. And then you will die.

Mini pyramid message: Somewhere there is a map. And on that map is earth. And attached to earth is an arrow that says your name and lists your lifespan. Some of you die standing, others sitting. Many of you die in cars. I can never die. It is difficult for me to understand the concept that I am attempting to convey. I cannot show you this vision but you may imagine it. Step forward and tell someone of it, please.

Weather: "Last Song" by Jason Webley. jasonwebley.com

There is a dangerous fugitive on the run, but we're not allowed to know any details 'for their privacy' so should just distrust everyone. Vigilante justice is encouraged.

Cecil is still unreasonably upset about Telly cutting Carlos' hair. We see here that Cecil and his opinions may have influence on the citizens of NV. Telly is in the sand wastes, holding Carlos' shorn hair and howling as if for forgiveness. He's also attempting to give cacti haircuts. Cecil is not remorseful in the slightest.

Cecil states that he used to be a dog-person, but since discovering Khoshekh (you know, the cat hovering immobile in the men's bathroom by the sink?), he's really started to love him. In fact, everyone at the station does.

McKayla, who works in sales, was 'so much of a convert' that she put down her dog to adopt 6 tabby kittens. Cecil sees nothing wrong with this and only asks for cute pictures of the kittens.

Intern Brad, who is skilled with both carpentry and dark magic, has managed to make a litter box that Khoshekh can read and use.

Cecil gives us the usual warnings about adopting and taking care of cats, but also states they can be used for harvesting and growing replacement organs so...

Cecil tells us about DIY versus need for a professional. You need to find someone with years of expertise and a valid Hammer License from City Hall (check the yellow pages or ask around the homeless people in the squatters shacks in the sand wastes) to - fix structural damage, do major remodelling, major exorcisms, get rid of seeping darkness or roof boils and any lawn care. It's fine to DIY fix leaky sinks, sticky windows, bleeding doors and do minor exorcisms though!

Surgeons at Night Vale General Hospital are noting an increase in skin growths related to sun exposure. Namely, 15" spiralled horns. The horns mostly protrude from the lower back or knees and if left unchecked will develop a glistening shine, small leather saddles, and bright red lips on the very tip.

53% of the NV population can't feel physical pain.

Paul Birmingham, from the Airfilled Earth Society, shouting from out of his lean to next to the library states "We've got to stop teaching all this religious propaganda in our schools and start teaching real science," in response to the Department of Public Safety replacing all street signs (currently in braille) with people wielding semaphore flags. Paul thinks removing them will deflate the Earth.

During a fake ad for Audible, Cecil tries to search the dog park and there is a flashing sign reading THOUGHT CRIME then a graphic of two construction workers which Cecil finds cute. New members can get a free audio book by smearing their screen with babies blood and humming the Spanish translation of "The Battle Hymn of the Republic."

After Cecil's broadcast there will be an hour of dead air with the occasional hiss or crackle.

Speaking of the night time, I truly hope you have a good one, Night Vale. Goodnight.

#wtnv quick rundown #wtnv #welcome to night vale #wtnv ep 9

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well yes it was heavenly and I am pure- ok that's a lie lmao. dude I had sex irl once and that's it lmao so i also got barely any sexual interaction.

ofc I love educating ppl on polyamory :> dude I love lj too, i barely interact with him tho but if we do he always compliments my outfits and stuff...he's so charming (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) and u know I am obsessed with him cuz I love clowns!! I would love to meet candypop but as I said before...I am not sure if he's ever there. yoooo also I met jason and helen for the first time yesterday. they r so nice but pretty weird (not that the others aren't lmao)

I don't know if I said this already but in my dr they all live in this abandoned village?? it's like multiple houses that r pretty trashy ngl. but daddy slendy renovated them by manipulating some ppl lmao

so I read a lil thingy on the webs abt all the attributes of scorpios and u r right. almost everything is accurate wth

DUDE U R SO PRETTY WHAT?? those pictures oml I am drooling. u r really testing me rn. what if i just snatch u? ben would be mad i am sure (* ￣︿￣)

I am also super forgetfull, so I get the struggle, and I blame myself for every problem ppl I like have...even if it's not my fault. for example my best friends cat dissapeared and I keep blaming myself..idk why it can't be my fault but I keep telling myself it is.

DUDE IF BEN IS EVER MEAN TO U ONCE U SWITCH I"LL KICK HIM IN HIS BALLS!!!! COME INTO MY ARMS <3 ILY BBY

I already like blue :> they seem nice and funny just like u

-🃏

IM PURE BUT NOT IN THE MIND. As you can tell. OML tell us about your interaction with Helen and Jason PLZ! Fuck I wanna get into clowns so bad, like especially makeup, I think it’s so cool.

I wanna sex Ben up so bad.

DADDY SLENDY WHATTT HAHAHAGAG. Yep a lot of times zodiacs are very accurate!!

You wanna snatch me?!!! Me?!! Ben would be angry?? I wanna put a tehehe emoji but I can’t find one so I guess they are these.. 😵🤤☺️☺️. DONT TELL ME HOW HE LIKES ME CAUSE THEN IMMA START SAYING “yeah he really is gonna be disappointed” or “he’s just gonna stop liking me eventualky”. I’m just kidding sort of. Please tell me more. I’m not scared that he’ll be mean to me, more just that he will get bored or think I’m annoying.

You’re totally right. You cannot be at fault for everything. It’s literally impossible. Plus, the fact that you do think like that shows you’ve been gaslighted so many times and people have victimized themselves so much around you that now you internalize it.

But I’m proud of you. So so proud

#💬#🃏 anon #♠️

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