I Love So Much That The First Change Jammer Made To His Body Was To Be A Better Height For Playing Pro

some of you just cannot accept that “i just don’t like it” is a complete reason to not engage with media or a facet of media

once again opening a ship tag on AO3 and opening a dozen fics and closing out of almost all of them immediately because they would not fucking act like that

Dripped out at Comic Con

One day after the other...in the right order. I always wondered what it would be like. And do you know what it was like? Amazing. And you know why it was amazing? You. A whole year of you. Wow.

“Cassie can you come get your uncle out of my friend body?”

More Dionysus!Bernard for our enjoyment 🤭

literally no one is doing it like sam and jammer. they're always so smart and always coming to important conclusions in ways that make me lose my shit

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Teen Titans - All Media Types, Justice League - All Media Types, Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Roy Harper & Jason Todd Characters: Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Clark Kent, Roy Harper Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Angst and Feels, Emotional Hurt, Jason Todd Calls Bruce Wayne “Dad”, Hurt No Comfort, Character Death, but is the end; and die because the age. Series: Part 1 of EL DOLER. Summary:

Bruce Wayne always knew letting Jason go was the right thing to do — especially when his boy seemed to carry pain on his shoulders and the past in his smile. But like any father, he asked for one small thing: a single text message every year, just to let him know he was alive. Letting Jason go had been one of the hardest things Bruce had ever done. But he was a father — and even the worst of them make sacrifices.

please witness its power

I wrote Part I of a self-indulgent fic about Sarai and Soren based on my post detailing my headcanons. If you like the excerpt below, feel free to read and support the rest of it here on AO3!

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Sarai lay in the bed, watching the royal physician closely as he examined the frail boy held in her arms. From the corner of her eye, she could see Lord Viren and Lady Lissa across the room with their hands interlocked, knuckles white with tension. No one said a word as the doctor placed a device against the child’s bare chest and brought it to his ear to listen. Not that he needed the instrument, in Sarai’s opinion. Every shaky breath that little Soren took was accompanied by a thick, crackling sound. The Head Crownguard gently ran a hand across the boy’s head to wipe away the feverish sweat that plastered the golden locks to his forehead. Soren was none the wiser of the movement around him, eyes screwed shut in a restless slumber.

Occasionally, one of Sarai’s recruits would ask her why she spent so much time cooped up in the bedroom of the High Mage’s son. She’d answer curtly that as a Crownguard, it was her duty to aid the people of Katolis in whatever way she could, including High Mage Viren and his family. Who was Sarai to deny a sick child company, especially when he asked so nicely?

It was no secret that Soren adored Sarai. She saw the way his face lit up when she walked through the door. On the good days, she’d play with him while his parents attended court or spent time with their daughter. Soren would grab his toy sword, and Sarai would grab his little dragon plushie, and they would take turns chasing each other around the room, playfighting.

During the bad days, she’d lay on the bed with Soren and tell him about the Crownguard. Sarai ensured that Soren knew he wasn’t expected to make conversation, or even keep his eyes open. She just spoke, and he listened or tried to sleep – and the only response to her stories would be the sound of soft wheezing. Sarai would stay with Soren long after he fell asleep, only getting up when his parents returned to take her place at his side.

Harrow, Lady Justice bless him, would check on her after every visit with Soren. He knew her history with the breathing sickness and how it affected her. She’d, of course, politely assure him that she was well and thank him for keeping an eye on Callum while she was unavailable. They’d stroll through the halls, and Harrow would tell her all about which area of the castle he had helped Callum explore that day.