I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THE BACKROOMS. I DON’T CARE IF “the aesthetic is ruined”. I ADORE EVERYTHING, FROM THE EERIE AND LIMINAL PHOTOS PEOPLE SHARE, TO THE STUPID JOKE LEVELS.
Because there is nothing more beautiful and important to me than the passion and creativity of other people.
When I'm sleep deprived, the girlboss within me just starts dissipating into a vulnerable little girl with a fragile heart and high expectations from men
And I broke out the copics and drew the eyebrow man himself
I should really be in bed right now but caffeine has me wired
Yeah I was sick as shit for a while. I’m working on some personal stuff but I may post a Crawl Out Through The Fallout thingy soon. If you don’t know what that is, read my fic, it’s gay as hell and really fuckin fantastic
My fallout 3 and Skyrim fics are still in the works, don’t worry! I’m just
I am bored, tired as all hell and my body won't let me take a nap. I also can't get the spoons, fucks nor bones to do any of the things I wanted to get done so you get- whatever this is.
So I do an rp. And sometime ago me and my partner had the Riddler kidnap Bernie because he thought that he knew who Red Robin is, because he's the civilian Red had been seen interacting with the most. Bernie didn't, in fact, know Red Robin's identity. Until the riddles started ringing a bell on two and my favourite theorist connected some dots and was like "Oh, shit, that's my handsome idiot". My guy thought he was going to die and yet continued bullshitting Riddler and denying everything until Tim showed up.
So, yeah, sometimes I think of funny little scenarios like:
Red Robin is backed up against the wall. Then the rogue is just- hit with a heavy backpack. And some teenager is screaming at them. Then get knocked down by some other Batfamily member that took advantage of the distraction.
Bernie would later on get lectured by Tim on NOT angering Gotham's rogues and how Tim could dEfINitelY hAnDle hImSelF.
Or him getting kidnapped all the time. Because yeah. At some point he just looks at the camera like he's in the office, absolutely done with life. I wonder if at one point he'd start bullshitting the villains like:
"Let me guess, you want Red Robin's identity, right? It's me, I am Red Robin"
"This doesn't-"
*staring them down* "Try me bitch"
Or
"You want to know who the bats are? Fine, they're bats"
"But-"
"An army of well-trained bats. Disguised as humans"
One time Bernie gets kidnapped by Harley for shits and giggles because she actually knows their identities but she wants to see if the kid will bulge. She leaves some complicated riddles for Tim to find since she knows he loves solving puzzles and doing detective work.
Bernie just sighs when waking up, figuring he'd get tortured again and continues with his quips and stuff. And because my version of Bernie spills self-deprecating jokes as a coping mechanism, mostly about the cult, well, that happens.
So Harley is satisfied the kid of her bestie from med school has someone loyal next to him and then when he starts with the jokes she just- goes all therapist mode on him.
So Tim is hyperventilating, running to solve all the riddles, thinking the Riddler is at it again and he'd probably kill his boyfriend this time, especially if he doesn't hurry tf up.
And he gets there to see Bernie having a therapy session with his crazy aunt and meanwhile Ivy is making them tea.
effects of no sleep that if i have then tim drake's white (asian) pasty ass also has:
my eyes water when i yawn, all the time. doesn't matter my level of sleep, but if I'm sleep deprived it looks like i snorted coke or went to a funeral. sometimes it even looks like i snorted drug over that sweet sweet coffin wood.
little goblin tim drake probably is giving a whole ass new meaning to red-eye.
i get very sleepy doing anything i don't love, like maths. my eyes start to close. i sleep and yet I'm awake. i will suddenly be very awake if you talk to me. otherwise, I'm drifting dude. i start to sleep sitting up so I don't look like I'm asleep. everyone looking will see I'm drifting. i will be drifting. i won't remember anything afterwards.
tim drake full on sleeping during briefings with his eyes wide open like a heathen. i still have not mastered this ability but i know he did.
my laugh turns unhinged. i become the joker. i will laugh about anything really, even about the spanish inquisition.
tim will full-on laugh WITH the joker around his sixty hour of no sleep.
i start doodling in my notebooks if I'm in class, usually stuff that makes no sense (or eyes). i might try and copy stuff, but my BEAUTIFUL calligraphy will just start to become unreadable hieroglyphics. my little round letters will become spikey. i have fully wrote "triangle chicken" in the middle of a physics mind-map.
tim drake's briefings with a "deez nuts" or taylor swift lyrics in the middle of it. little doodles of poison ivy or a crowbar or trees. or just cups of coffee.
i started rumbling (growling? is a weird ass sound) after yawning. there's no explanation.
he rumbles once so loud jason thinks he is possessed by damian