after all is said and done—after the Batfamily finds out that Jason is alive, after he and Bruce finally start to adress the joker-shaped elephant in the room, after Tim stops flinching every time Jason enters the room—the thing that hits Jason right in the chest out of the blue is fucking school.
he kicked ass at Gotham Academy. most of his teachers loved him (and the ones that didn't knew better than to try anything with Bruce Wayne's son). he was on track to win a special award for being the top English student in his grade.
sure, some of the kids were snobby and privileged little brats that were all bark and no bite. and sure, the parents somehow managed to be even worse. but did he complain?
not once. he dealt with the external shit (the whispers behind cupped hands or the assholes who "tripped" into him and sent his shit scattering to the floor) the same way he dealt with the internal shit (the imposter syndrome or the fear that one day, Bruce would decide he wasn't good enough): he worked his ass off and proved them wrong.
sure he's deadly with a mask over his face and a weapon in his arms, but give him a pen, a prompt, and sixty minutes on the clock? and he becomes the angel of death himself.
or at least he used to.
he never got to graduate, he suddenly realises. he never got to walk across that stage and receive his diploma. he never got to go to prom or go on the senior trip. he never got to sit any of his english exams (and yeah, he took AP Lang and AP Lit the same year, what about it?).
as Red Hood, he's good at a lot of things (murder and destruction, mostly). but as Jason Todd, school was one of the few things he was actually fucking good at, damn it.
once again, fate's made him into her personal chew-toy. dangling everything he ever wanted right in front of his face, close enough to touch, just to snatch it away again.
*releases pack of dads into home depot* go……be free
everyone is like ‘oh sunshine duke thomas!’ how sunshiny would you be if you were working the fucking gotham dayshift
bro is up at the asscrack of dawn and is legitimately dc’s spiderman but everyone is too busy comparing tim and peter to do anything ABOUT IT SMH
Transatlantic travel is hell, actually. I've been awake for over 20 hours, it's been day for all but four of them, and I've been sitting this whole gods damned time. Also being trans in an airport isn't fun
Superman is literally the character of all time, what if we made a guy who just loves the entire world. he loves the entire world so much but he's different and he has to hide so he's deeply lonely. he comes from a planet and a people he can never truly know because they're all dead. he isn't mean or bitter but he is always angry because he sees injustices happening and it hurts him. and what if we made him able to hear it all constantly. also he loves flying and collecting weird alien creatures and he's powered by the sun.
ALSO the fact that tim drake canonically watches bruce get stabbed, spies on the titans tower, knows all of the titans schedules, spies on dick’s apartment with kori, breaks into dick’s old apartment, follows him to the circus, has kept newspaper clippings of batman and robin since he was able to read, knows what art bruce wayne collects, had dreams about being saved by batman and robin and y’all REDUCE his stalker tendencies to just he followed them and took pictures….. no. no, we need him crazier.
alfred always caring about bruce and being a father figure to him, but always being carefully distant because he's the family butler and he feels he has to maintain a professional relationship
bruce caring about his kids fiercely but always being distant, never really showing his affection or being a typical 'father'
dick pushing his friends away due to the compulsion to be professional in the field and often out of it, despite the fact he really does love them like family
they make me so ill...
Marvel movies have completely eliminated the concept of practical effects from the movie-watching public’s consciousness
So sorry to my IRL friends, but it is horny posting hours.
I need to be put on my knees. I need to be put on my knees, a hand on my cheek and fingers toying with my pliant mouth. I need to submit and be told I'm a good boy, sitting there so nicely and letting someone else do the thinking for me. I need it, of course. I'm nothing but a dumb pup, and who would let a dog make it's own decisions?
Anyway, I crave the subspace and I miss non platonic touch.
cr. ghoulbrainz
ExCUSE me, Dick thinking that maybe he should have brought Damian with him instead of staying with, but didn't because he didn't think he was ready to be a dad, like he was probably younger than Bruce was when he took Dick in and even they had such a rough ride, could he put Damian through that? or worse? when Damian had already been through so much in his young life? like sure Dick had lost his parents but he hadn't been trained to be an assassin all his life? but still Dick THOUGHT ABOUT IT and I am going to go throw up from feelings about how much Dick loves that kid.