I Needed This God Bless

Jason gets Peter a motorbike for his birthday

And Peter’s so ecstatic that he momentarily forgets about everything else.

“Well I still think my gift’s better.” Dick mutters (sulks).

Tim has the courtesy to hide his snort. Artemis just outright laughs.

Black with red highlights, a shiny metallic web addition that continues over the gas tank and ending just over the fender. The bike is sleek and fucking wicked.

And he says as much, of course.

Jason, smug, tosses the keys. “So try it then.”

Peter catches them on reflex then laughs a little nervously. He puts the key into the ignition, the motor is surprisingly quiet. Discreet. Perfect for quick escape or even a casual night drive.

“I love it.”

Jason rolls his eyes. “course you do. I customised it. Now stop fucking with me and get on.”

But Peter stares at him. And Jason stares back. And now they’re both at a staring stalemate when a realisation dawns on Jason and his jaw drops.

This is the conversation that follows:

Jason: You’re kidding me right?

Peter: I never had the time…

Tim: You’re old as hell dude, what do you mean no time? Wait - how do you even get around?

Peter: [winces] Well public-

Tim: PUBLIC TRANSPORT?

Artemis: In Gotham?? Are you insane? You do realise some of those bus stops are like..not real right?

Jason: I have never seen a bus before. I’ve been driving since I was 8

[ Tim mutters a sly “we can tell” but it gets drowned out by the commotion ]

Peter: I lived in Queens all my life dude never got around to it I’m sorry!!

Cue: spontaneous driving lessons in Art’s car with Backseat Driver Jason, “You’re going too fast” Dick, “He cut you off - run him over” Artemis and “the horn is my stress reliever” Tim

1. Peter, sitting nervously in the drivers seat after putting on his seatbelt

Peter: Are you sure about this Artemis? I don’t want to ruin your car.

Artemis: oh this is Wally’s. You’re fine.

Peter: Doesn’t he drive to work? What if I crash?

Artemis:. . .then he’ll walk. Duh.

2. After explaining the basic semantics

Dick: okay now turn left.

Peter: my left or your left.

Dick:. . .we have the same left?

3. A car behind them begins driving too close to them

Peter: omgod why the hell is that car is so close. What do I do?

Jason: keep driving, that loser can man up and over take us.

Artemis: Break check him.

Tim: that’s illegal-

Artemis: -and then keep reversing. See how he likes kissing my ass.

4. Peter stuck going round a round-a-bout

Peter: WHERE DO I EXIT-

Dick: LEFT LEFT TAKE THE NEXT LEFT-

Peter: WHICH LEFT IM GOING IN CIRCLES-

Jason: YOUR LEFT YOU PSYCHO-

Artemis: We need to pullover TIM’S FAINTED

Artemis: (moments later) no never mind he’s just asleep.

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Based on scenarios I’ve concocted in my mind palace thinking of my Peter in Gotham fanfic (writing it has been treacherous and I need reprieve)

i could never see lunarry as a rarepair like IT’S RIGHY THERE!!!!!! OPEN YOUR EYES PEOPLE!!!!!

no speak up ive been thinking about them so much again….

By this scene I was exhausted like let them GO

WICKED (2024) | dir Jon M. Chu

As someone who isn’t much of a pedro pascal enjoyer I found myself pleasantly surprised by how hot I found him in TLOU.

Come to find out the source material is just that fione like damnnn…pulling the ol’ Dr Carlisle on me like we haven’t played these games before

I was living vicariously through Tess in the game their banter was so 💔

Is Peter answering their ft call

Dick: If he wants to get shit done that day? Absolutely not. There’s no such thing as a causal ft with Dick they will end up 9 hours in discussing anything and everything. Definition of yapper & listener duo 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ like he can’t even hang up when they go to the bathroom fr they’re locked innnn

Wally: yes but his video will lag severely for a minute and by the time it catches up to his audio it does that glitchy 2x speed catchup that slows everything else down so now Peter’s 10 topics behind 😭

Jason: yes but only because it scares the shit out of him every time Jason’s fuckass no caller id pops up with a FaceTime request like who the hell is this random freak calling at this hour who isn’t in his contacts omgod please

Damian: if he sees it, yes, because Damian will get sulky about it later. Which honestly isn’t even fair to Peter considering how often the call is just a poorly angled iPad being held towards various spiders that Damian will then demand he translate “I don’t want to spray you just get out I need to shower” to (“it’s not a language Damian it’s just intent - they can’t sense my intent from a screen I have to be there.” “So get here.” “I’m working.” “Why? You do realise social mobility amongst the classes is a myth right?” “…? Now who-“ “Buy that joker shake on your way here for me. Bye.”)

Tim: oh yeah. He’s actually one of the few people Peter goes out of his way to FaceTime because holy shit he will answer in the craziest situations. This is the same man that joins JL zoom calls escaping an avalanche completely unmuted like “Morning guysaianwiwGAHHHjaKSJU-?!”

He’s also insanely nonchalant about it too like dude are you okay 😭

Roy: another no caller id warrior except he’s not unhinged enough to ft Peter without his number showing. There have been times however where he’s answered and a drunk Jason will be laughing filming whatever shenanigans they’re currently up to (yes, he still has screen-recorded evidence of Roy accidentally falling off a bridge and crashing into a couple’s riverside dinner looking every bit the drunk, overgrown ginger Cupid wearing a domino mask holding lethal arrows)

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Random headcanon I just thought of inspired by my Peter in Gotham fic

I heard someone say that all your hobbies can be traced back to a single moment which made me remember that when I was in elementary school, my sister and I would have "storytime" late at night after my parents went to sleep. And it would just be me rewriting the ending of shows we watched when we didn't like the endings. Chat I was literally writing fanfiction for wild Kratts.

Headcanon: Percy and Annabeth, as a result of being a loving, functional, equitable couple, have caused no less then 8 break ups among their acquaintances.

Annabeth's friend in New Rome watching Percy run two blocks to the drug store to get her Advil for her ankle, because she left it at home that day by mistake:

Friend: Gods, how did you train him that good?

Annabeth, barely paying attention to what she said: huh? Oh I didn't train him much, really. I taught him Ancient Greek, some myths and stuff. I mean, I guess I kind of trained him in battle strategy? But that was more of a "learning on your feet" kind of thing.

Friend: No I mean train him to do whatever you ask, or do things without even asking.

Annabeth: What?

Friend: Like if my back was hurting, I don't think my boyfriend would run two blocks to Walgreens for me.

Annabeth: That's fucked up.

Friend: You ... didn't teach him to do that?

Annabeth: To be nice to me? No, I didn't.

Friend: Ugh, you're so lucky.

Annabeth: I ... think I'm going to kill your boyfriend, actually.

~

Percy forgets to print his paper and somehow manages to leave his computer at home. Annabeth is still home when he calls, and she logs into his computer, prints it for him, and brings it to him before the deadline with his favorite smoothie (she had time to spare, and her best friend was stressed).

Percy: You're amazing, babe. Thank you so much.

Annabeth: Of course. See you later. Love you!

Percy: Love you too!

Some guy in his class: You're so lucky. My girlfriend would never.

Percy: Oh, why not?

Some guy: I don't know. She just doesn't do things like that for me. And the smoothie? Fuck, you're lucky.

Percy: I mean, I know I'm lucky, but ... I don't know, it didn't even occur to me that she wouldn't do me a favor.

Some guy: And she doesn't, like, call you stupid for forgetting?

Percy: No. I mean, she might call me seaweed brain, but that's different.

Some guy: She didn't call you seaweed brain just now.

Percy: You're right she didn't ... hold on [calls Annabeth]. Hey are you mad at me? Well, it's just that I did something silly and you didn't call me 'seaweed brain.' Well, sure anyone could do it, but I did it. No, it doesn't hurt my feelings. Yeah, I like it. Thanks, I love you. [hangs up]. You should break up with your girlfriend by the way.

america's sweetheart olympian 🥇

Platonic pairings + ships that keep me up at night:

Roy & Peter & Jason (Todd) - prime example of that insane enabler + high functioning alcoholic + weed dealer trio you know peripherally on campus. Like the statistics they share between them 😭 I’d like to think they’re recovering but they’re always getting into some bullshit you’d have to really fuck around to find out LMAO

I think about their antics all the time 💔

Reyna & Jason (Grace) - I know she moved on to the hunters and I don’t necessarily ship them but I find them so tragic like…Jason is a closeted gay to me but even then I always felt like the love and respect he had for Reyna just sort of vanished at some point in HoO?? Like they never interacted meaningfully in the series even though we’re told they’re supposed to be so close and the erasure just feels sinister. The betrayal she felt was so justified and they kinda made her look petty for it!!

Like the love of her life and lowkey situationship just came back with a random gf. The tension - the misunderstandings on both parties - and if there was a reveal that he could never have loved either of them in the way they wanted??!! Crazy. Like yes Jason was her best friend and greatest love - but he wasted crucial years of her life letting her agonising over something that could’ve never been. But at the same time the duty she represented, the unwavering esteem she held him to & the expectations of those around them that crushed him meant Jason could never really tell her. I think they would’ve had a lot of complicated feelings I wish they unpacked 💔

Dick x Artemis - like every night. I’m awake and I just. Can’t sleep. They’re chemistry- haunts. It’s like the equivalent of the internalised homophobia tag to me. I’ve been conditioned to hate friends to lovers for so long and unlearning it has made me reevaluate how I feel about other ships I dismissed earlier. Like damn maybe I actually fucked with this on the low I just didn’t have the language to express that 💔

Harry x Luna - yeah so this is my canon. I never talk about them because they’re sacred to me in a way I can’t handle others criticising PLEASE DONT ASK ME ABOUT THEM (I won’t shut up)

Harry x Hermione - I know they fucked in that tent and I’m content with the fact that I know it haunts them more than me.

Jason (Grace) x Nico DiAngelo - what could’ve happened if Rick actually liked Jason 💔

Jason (Todd) x Musa - literally nobody cares but I wish someone would write about them omgod

Leo Valdez x Calypso - mostly in a “what the HELL was that about” sort of way

like Leo my love please stand up 😭 calypso is an avid ihatmybf tag reposter and it’s nawwttt a joke to her please 😭 GET OUT OF THERE

Sometimes, Peter forgets he and Dick are related

So they’ll be sitting next to each other on the couch eating takeout and talking about their day or things they planned to do that weekend - only for the realisation to hit him.

That Dick isn’t just a distant cousin or close friend like some of his documents like to state - but in fact, a variant of his bio dad from another universe who he’s grown accustom to and come to appreciate in his own way.

The Richard Parker he’d heard about through the nostalgic tales of his uncle - confident, fiercely loyal and charismatic - sitting beside him in shorts and a ratty tee discussing the fortune cookie that he took upon himself to open (“it can’t be my fortune if it wasn’t supposed to be my cookie..right?”)

Dick wasn't some distant figure in the albums of photos Peter owned anymore, a memory trapped in folds of his mind where the outlines of a person he once knew grew faded and worn.

He was alive - a little weird but also funny, surprisingly dorky and kind of annoying when he wanted to be. Sometimes he laughed at a joke so loud it echoed across the apartment and other times he'd nod and pat his back in silent acknowledgement.

He’d fall asleep into his cereal one morning but be up early cooking pancakes and eggs the next.

His actual bedroom was kind of a mess and he caught the man sleeping atop a pile of his own folded laundry more than once.

(and lets not even bring up his lack of boundaries when it came to belongings - for someone who was supposedly an only child, Dick was such a sharer)

Sometimes, looking at him was bittersweet too.

When the inevitable thought followed, that his dad - his real dad - had never had the chance to surpass what the world and Peter knew him to be.

That he never lived long enough for Peter to discover the human he was outside of fatherhood. Outside of the sacrifice he made for his family, for his legacy - for his son.

The realisation is fleeting and soon lost to the ebb and flow of his consciousness - but the weight of it lingers.

A thought that haunts him, in their stretches of silence.

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headcanons / thoughts I’ve had from my Peter in Gotham fic