Spotify Is Acting Like a Cartoon Villain

Spotify is about to start stealing from its most vulnerable artists. I guess I have something to say about that. #SpotifyStealing #IndieMusic

Over a decade ago, my friend wished I could be there to sing her baby some lullabies so I recorded some and wrote one specifically for him. Then I burned those songs onto a CD and put them in the mail. I did this for a fair number of my friends with babies for a fair number of years. Then some of the parents of those babies wished they could listen to them on Spotify and so I put them up there…

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april was so extra for this

paint the town red🩸(red hood tim)

(based on @mammutblog's red hood timmy design i haven't stopped thinking about since the first time i saw it)

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reverse robins of my fav trio!

Reverse Robin's so Tim can get Jason's trauma: boring, overdone, lazy work, disservice to both Tim and Jason as characters

Reverse Robin's so preadolescent Jason can terrorize kid Dick with photoshopped pictures of Slenderman: innovative, never done before, talented, show stopping

Reverse Robin! Another piece for a gift exchange. This time for the awesome @cornflowerbluewrites

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The dichotomy between Jason dying because he disobeyed Batman and Stephanie dying specifically because she was trying to follow his rules is so good, and yet so under utilized.

red hood but its timmy drake

Red Hood Tim Drake! and tiny Jason

more reverse robins

if I were to make a reverse robins AU I want to make Red Hood Tim actually be worse than Jason (imo)

worse because Tim as Red Hood doesn’t kill, he just maims his victims so badly that they’re alive but barely recognizable. Tim thinks death is a blessing, an easy way out and that’s why he doesn’t do it

it’s also a way for him to be like “erm actually I’ve never killed someone” to Bruce (if it’s to Damian there’s the added “which is something you can’t say”)

there’s also a lot less pretending that this isn’t just an elaborate away of getting revenge and saying fuck you to Bruce

ALSO also Tim’s attitude towards Jason being Robin would be different imo (but I ain’t getting into allat rn)

Reverse Robins AU

So I may have fallen back into batman fanfics and may have gotten a little in love with the reverse robins au. This is just doodles of my take on the au, I particularly love when Stephanie takes Jason's role as the one who was killed and I think Tim slots perfectly into Barbara's role.

My personal twist is how the robins are changed to 'The Shadows' (and i didn't know people called Damian's batman shadowbat before I made this so thats pretty fun). Damian, of course, was the first and picked out the name Shadow and when Steph came along she was also a shadow but to differentiate in the field, each kid had a diff name to use on the comms. The bad guys hardly ever even knew the shadows got changed bcuz they're suppose to be hidden. Then Dick comes along and is like um, actually, I would like to be very visible thanks. (Jason also said no capes thanks)

Jason: Ow! Damian: What’s wrong? Jason: I have this weird pain right above my eyebrow. Damian: It’s called a stress headache. I got my first one when I was four.

Look away, there’s nothing in that warehouse for you…

Minor touch ups to the sketch cuz I’m in a ✨dramatic✨mood.

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guess who's bleeding out in the saw bathroom (the phone doesn't work) (i haven't seen a single saw movie)❓red hood timmy❗

Could you possibly write some more headcanons for how Jason Todd would slowly warm up to affection? I know you mentioned it briefly in a previous post if I'm remembering correctly but I just need more on him possibly not even notices how his behavior around reader begins to change!!!! (This is all prior to a relationship)

A/N: Mmmmm very sweet indeed, I love writing for this idiot sm. Thank you so much for requesting dude! I really hope that you like it!!

He first thought of it as impossible that someone as soft and as sweet as you could ever fit into his life of grit, violence and blood. He knew you as an opposite - a total contrast to the rough edges that fitted his body and world. But love is stubborn, and so were you.

The first major change you unintentionally enacted was the bettering of his sleeping habits. After your fifth date, you asked if he had been sleeping enough and if everything was ok. Your concern bubbling over at the sight of his lush green eyes now sunken in by a surrounding deep purple. His shoulders were slumped forward and his steps stumbled as you walked next to him down the library shelves. He perked up, the sweet trill of your voice drawing him out from his drowsy state. He was used to pulling all-nighters, his job practically required it. But it was the first time he felt guilty about it. He laughed it off, assuring you that he just couldn't sleep the other night.

Only when he clicked his apartment door close after walking you home, did he reflect on how little he actually slept in general. And never wanting to see that fearful empathy in your eyes again, he started sleeping at least more than an hour each day. It took time to fight back the creeping guilt of supposedly neglecting his duties in protecting Gotham but he would rather revel in that guilt then make you worry about him.

Once you two started officially dating, the second major change was his discovering of his love of your touch. The quickness of your shoulders bumping or you playfully hitting his arm in a fit of laughter was the purest form of electricity and warmth burrowing into his skin and settling into his bones. Your gentleness was so foreign to him. His skin throbbing in bruises or his muscles stinging in agony was familiar. The gentle brush of your warm hand over the side of his face, was not.

It took time for him to grow comfortable with your physical affection - but when he did, god, it was like discovering a limitless source of vitality, all wrapped up in the most flawlessly beautiful of persons. He longed for the closeness of your skin if he was gone for long missions. He would cry into the circle of your arms, all of his unexpressed gratitude and love for you boiling over in hiccuped sobs.

He leans into your touch like a cat leans into ear scratches. He'll nuzzle his cold cheeks into the softness of your palms as you brush his tangled black locks back up over his forehead. He squeezes your hand to silently signal when you both need to cross a street or just to remind him that your still by his side.

From you he learned how easy it was to smile at the world. You reintroduced him back into the reality of natural goodness existing around him. This translated back into his Red-Hooding, of now seeing a city worth protecting. Not just because your in it, but because he now knows of the beauty and the laughter it holds. Within the graffitied concrete walls and stretches of hidden art galleries and grassroots community centres. Of the small queer clubs and community bookstores both of you would frequent. He learned to fall in love with Gotham because he fell in love with you.

Before going public with your relationship to his family, the sudden shift in his stern behaviour was glaring. Jason was gentler and actually trying, although awkwardly, to deepen his connection to his little brothers and sisters. You said that he was going to be stuck with them anyway, so he should learn to see them as the family he always deserved to have. Tim and Duke tease him, egging him on to explain why he decided to show up with a Tupperware of hand-baked velvet cookies for Steph and Cass (no, he didn't let Tim and Duke have any). He could throw a pillow at them and chase them through the manor, telling them to shut their faces, but nothing could distract anybody from the fact that someone was bringing back a Jason both Dick and Bruce thought they had buried.