Next fic will be Grave Pretender! ✨

A one-shot with Jason making use of copious amounts of special effects make up and many hours of drama classes ✨😂

People have got to stop being weird about nonbinary/agender characters like, for real. There is no "actual gender" to figure out. If they go by neutral pronouns, and everyone around them uses neutral pronouns, then maybe, that is in fact their gender. They're not 'actually a girl' or 'actually a boy'.

So like, it super bugs me every time I see ppl going on about figuring out Opera's 'actual gender' or what they 'really are'. As if they aren't a whole ass enby. That IS their gender, plain and simple.

And man, if that's how u act about fictional characters, I'd hate to see how you treat real human beings that are some form of nonbinary/agender.

ALSO, we straight up have a whole sukima that basically spells out Opera's approach to gender which is ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 'don't care'. Iruma literally asks and the final conclusion is, Opera does not give a shit.

Which is, tbh how I approach gender online. Yeah I do have pronouns listed in my bio but honestly I do not care that much you use. God knows I've been he/him'd a lot online. As long as it's not malicious I don't care(I got more important things to concern myself with).

Which, seems to be Opera's approach to it. They don't care. It's whatever.

Opera absolutely has some flavour of gender fuckery going on, be it nonbinary, agender, genderqueer or whatever, There is no 'real gender' to figure out.

I like doing these sketch pages

Honestly the lost hero becomes a lot funnier when you imagine it as Leo Valdez and his two friends mr and ms compulsory heterosexuality

Made coconut oil this time instead of butter for my edibles. I decided to just lean into the coconut flavor, and made some chocolate chip mini-cookies. It came out really well! The coconut has a much milder cannabis flavor (which is surprising because I was stupid and didn't melt the oil before measuring it, lol, so it's stronger than usual) which is really nice.

I think I might try to use some of the coconut oil to make little mini mounds bars. A nice change of pace from cookies.

Incidentally, the cereal bar experiment was a dud. They worked fine, but since the fat was mixed into the marshmallow, then stirred into the cereal, all the cannabis flavor was aggressively on the outside. First thing to touch your tongue.

Not great. But that's okay! Not everything has to work.

That's why we experiment.

Opening scene: priorities intact

I hate it when job ads are like "this role involves copywriting so you must be an English native speaker" girl give me a chance

I just read a fic where there was this tense moment where the character is like having a breakdown and they accidentally wrote "oo scary" instead of too scary and I started laughing and now I feel bad

huh what was the jan 22 incident? I joined in april

ehm. tldr someone was added to the dsmp and many signs pointed to him having an. unsavoury past so he got deplatformed in short order, but not before there was a huge debacle about dream ostensibly knowing about it and taking the heat for it

A new hand touches the beacon orb.

Ted is really doing the most and feeding us after the famine 😍😍😍

Penny for your thoughts

It was almost strange how comfortable Angelo had become with his current position, an enforcer for Italy's largest and most prominent crime organisation, surrounded by people just like him when once he thought he was alone. It was... surreal at first really, coming to that revelation, all of a sudden he had stopped being 'The Freak' that saw things, or the strange kid- he was just... well, normal amongst Passione, as relative as the word 'normal' could be used around gangsters of course. Perhaps this was Fate's way of finally rewarding him for his due diligence in life? Had a sacrifice of his leg really been all he had needed? It had to be the work of Fate, nothing else made sense to Angelo really, to be so suddenly introduced and saved from a terrible fate by someone just like him? To suddenly be inducted into a world filled with people like him when the only person he had met before like that being a mortal enemy, it had to be Fate, it was the only thing that made sense- He hadn't used to believe in such things of course, even with such an equally, if not more outlandish concept as his 'Stand' by his side. His Stand, his Firestarter, one of his few friends as a child, one of the few friends he held even now, his silent watcher, his guardian- he had that, invisible to all but him, that only seemed natural, but Fate? Fate had seemed foolish to him, something stupid that only the desperate and the religious believed in- perhaps all that pain of his past was a punishment for his ignorance to it? He couldn't quite say really, he wasn't the philosphical sort, that came easier to his boss Zion, the leader of their little 'Team' than it did Angelo. Angelo may have been no philosopher, nor would he consider himself the smartest man, but he knew Fate existed now- knew it had plucked him from the jail cells, knew it had given him a new purpose after he had lost all meaning. His leader, Zion was the man responsible for Angelo's current situation, who had given so much and demanded so little of him, he was Fate, or at least an Agent of it in a way- And Angelo was okay with that.

POWER IS BACK THE MOSQUITO IS DEAD REJOICE EVERYBODY REJOICE PEACE HAS BEEN RESTORED

Somehow me and my two dogs are squished into my twin xl bed

The musical episode.

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While we're on the topic of De-aging AU's I wanna talk about Jason and Damian if Jason was 14 again real quick.

Do you guys think that Damian looks at this version of Jason, so different from the version he knows, nothing like the person he was told Jason was, and feels uncomfortably seen?

Damian was always told that Jason died because he was reckless, because he disobeyed orders, he was fired as Robin and he got himself killed. A cautionary tale, not a threat to his position. He dismisses Jason because Bruce does, because Dick does, because sometimes even Babs and Alfred do.

That's not the kid that he's looking at now. This Jason is happy, and smart, and full of love that has not yet soured into grief. He hangs on Bruce's every word, trains until his hands bleed and his body gives out to perfect the moves Bruce teaches him. He looks at Bruce with stars in his eyes and he calls him dad.

And Damian can't help but think, that this is the perfect Robin. The perfect son. And if Jason - sweet, loving, strong, Jason - can be fired, can die and have his room locked away and his pictures torn down, can have his last memory as Robin be as A Good Soldier, how could the rest of them ever compete? What could Damian do to stand a chance?

Jason will never grow out of the shadow of Robin, like the rest of them did. As long as Bruce, and Dick, and Babs, and Alfred look at him and see a dead kid who came back wrong, he will never get to be anything else. He will not get to be looked at through who he is now without the shadow of a dead boy looming over him.

And the worst part? Jason is exactly the same person he was back then. Bitter, sure, angry, justifiably, but he is still the boy with too much love in his heart and righteous fury festering in his gut. He is exactly the same boy who threw himself in front of an explosion to save his mother.

(The lines between the mother that betrayed him and the father that disgraced him are so very blurred. Fire or blade or crowbars or fists it does not matter. It ends the same way it always does because Jason Todd always dies, in every universe, in every timeline, Jason dies and crawls out only to be killed again and again and again.)