Attempting to finish supernatural as fast as humanly possible without failing school so I can type the words “Dean/castiel” into the ao3 search bar and finally read the 16 years worth of gay fanfiction I know is on there
And just like that Cale won another mother and a super adorable little brother.
I like to think if there was no white star and jour hadnt died, violan wouldve still come to live w them and they would have been a power throuple
Cale Henituse [LCF] + wolf pupy tweets (insp)
What a way to make someone cry
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Cale says he is a bad person, a selfish, stone cold bastard because he spent at least 10 years believing the words he heard on his team funeral and after it.
And he had nobody to say the opposite, nobody who knew him, who cared about him. To prove them wrong, to insist that they are the actual bastards without heart for saying that to a mourning person.
He was alone, terrified of getting close to people again, and thinking that the deaths of his family was all his fault. Of course he thinks he is a bad person.
For him, people that don't protect their family are trash, so he is the worst human being that ever put a foot on the planet.
Kinda obsessed with headcanon, where Damian and Jason just randomly (out of nowhere, completely unprompted) start to referring to their shared past in the League in the middle of the family conversations, while everyone just stare at them in concern
Like
Jason, staring at Dick, trying to put Tim's shoulder back: huh, do you remember that one time-
Damian, instantly: when grandfather's shoulder relocated by itself, but instead of properly putting in on its place, he killed himself and mother threw him in the Lazarus Pit?
Jason, cackling: it was hilarious
Damian, no less amused: right?
Bruce, sitting behind them: (concerned sips of tea)
Or, it is not necessarily funny, but it just cute (or sad) details, regarding each other that others are confused about.
Jason, who accidentally fell asleep in the Batcave: (instinctively cards through his hair as he naps)
Tim, teasing: ladies and gentlemen, the criminal lord of the year--
Damian: Drake, bluntly, that's not funny. Back when he was out of the Pit, this was the only thing that could help him to calm down.
Dick, knowing that this is because Bruce constantly stroked Robin!Jason's hair, when he saw nightmares, with eyes full of tears: oh
Jason on the random Friday night, trying to be less awkward about staying with Bruce in one room: actually, Damian's first word was my name
Bruce: really?
Jason: he had, uh, problems with saying his first word. People around him were constantly speaking on both language at the same time, and, I guess, he couldn't figure out what to say. Then, Ra's said that if his heir doesn't get his word in the next two weeks, he will throw him in the Lazarus Pit (as a joke), but I wasn't sure if it was a joke (Talia said later it was), and I panicked, and since Talia wasn't around, I just kept repeating him her name, or just word Mother, but he just, uh, wouldn't say anything - kept blinking and staring at me like a little idiot. And then on a random night, he just grabbed me by the hair, and said, Jason. Food. And he kinda spoke properly since then. Like in full sentences and stuff. I think he just didn't want to speak with us, actually--
Bruce, getting grey hair out of nowhere: RA'S SAID WHAT--
And sometimes they just speak in Arabic, and Damian keeps bullying Jason that his skills are getting rustier.
dick: you need your license revoked, your driving is absolutely heinous, jay
jason: that’s fair, i’m pretty sure my permit is expired
dick: i’m almost scared to ask… permit?
jason: not much time to learn how to drive in between dying and being resurrected
dick: oh my god
jason, literally seconds away from hitting bruce with his car: you’re looking at a man with exactly one shitty walmart parking lot driving lesson under his belt
Cale, with a pitty face: You’re not completely useless.
Bud: thank-
Cale: -you can always be used as a bad example.
Bud: I-
Alberu: can you do a march in February? For the moral of the kingdom
Cale, zoning out: ???
Alberu, used to it: Can. February. March.?
Cale, without hesitation: no, but April May.
*Alberu, thinking about the pros and cons of throwing his brother through the window*
|19 y.o – She/Her| I need to practice my english. I chose writing about everything that came to my mind. If you saw a grammatical error, no, you didn't.
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