I Can't Remember The Name For The Life Of Me, But I Have Absolutely Read A Fic Where Jason Becomes His

man, zdarsky would really write a great series for tim if he could, right? *sigh*

If you're not making your Christian parents vaguely uncomfortable with your characterization of god in your poetry, are you even doing it right??

Steph: I don’t think Jason likes me very much.

Duke: Huh? What makes you say that?

Steph: He cut my grapple line, just cause I tried to pass over Crime Alley!!

Tim: Eh. Jason doesn’t really like anyone. I wouldn’t take it personal. Just be glad he didn’t shoot at you.

Duke: Are we thinking of the same Jason right now?

Tim: Is there some other Jason we should know about?

Duke: Look, I’m not saying I don’t believe you guys, it’s just hard to picture. Look, here he comes now.

Jason, dapping Duke up: Narrows! You coming to book club tomorrow?

Duke: Wouldn’t miss it for the world.

Jason: Glad to hear it, and don’t be afraid to bring your own work, too. I’ve seen your writing, it’s powerful. Really. I’ve gotta bounce, but you think about it, alright?

Duke: Yeah, yeah…See you, Park Row.

Tim:

Steph:

Tim & Steph: Hey What The Fuck.

Or the response I would have to Riz being told that they have no money and him continuing to get a 4.0 would do jack shit for him getting into college.

Whoever said this season wasn’t a season for crying underestimated the reaction I would have to the mental image of a disheveled Fabian drinking a glass of milk alone in his giant rich people kitchen in the middle of the night

Tim Drake has been kidnapped 235 times in his life so far.

The first time was when he was 4. He was held in warehouse for 6 days before the thugs who took him realized that they wouldn’t be able to get ahold of his parents no matter how many times they called. They wouldn’t pick up calls even from the kids own phone. They fed him a nice warm meal, and dropped him back off at his door with several full Tupperware containers, and new contacts in his phone.

At least once every few weeks since that day, Tim would find himself being picked up in an unmarked van and taken to an undisclosed location, and upon arrival, he would be seated at a large table where he would eat his fill of home cooked meals with a large family of thugs and goons.

He's just like me fr fr

Poor old grizzly bear not a fan of a fan of thunder and lightning.

The Bruce & Jason vibe of it all

All the kids in the class I TA for are talking debating weather ao3 or Wattpad is better, its awful lmfao

Gods help these kids

("Did you know that Katsuki Bakugo's pectoral muscles are canonically bigger than Momo Yaoyorozu's breasts?" - One of the freshman boys)

I'm gonna eat the FUCKING. WALLS. these bitches can't SCHEDULE me a clopen, AFTER TELLING ME I CAN'T SWITCH SHIFTS WITH SOMEONE BECAUSE THEN I'D BE CLOPENING. I COULD'VE SWORN WE HAD LANGUAGE AGAINST THAT IN OUR CONTRACT, BUT NOOOO, SO I CAN'T EVEN GRIEVE IT AND INSTEAD I'M EATING THE DRYWALL.

Someone needs to fuck my eye socket with a knife, I'm so done.

(For context I work a Five AM and then they want me to come in for a Two AM, which may not seem that bad except have we considered circadian rhythm)

I need more of the batfam acting like normal siblings in fics. Like you know that thing kids do when they’re stuck in the car for too long??

(In the same pretense as “I’m not touching you”)

Tim: I’m not even in crime alley

Jason: (pointing a gun at him) your foot is over the line

Tim: but I’m not in it

Jason: why are you even here??

Tim: wouldn’t you like to know weather boy