“It’s Weed Day” “it’s Easter” Well It’s Bakugo’s Birthday Too And I See No One Posting

I thought he’d like the shirt.

More smol Gotham babies to feed the soul 🖤

More smol Gotham babies to feed the soul 🖤

when the dying place is lonely

Lost Days is so precious to me, not only because it knows what death means for Jason’s story- to be turned into a husk, an object, something to pin one’s hopes and fears on but not an agent himself- but also because it knows what it means for Jason to come back to life. To claw back the idea of who he is.

And it knows who Jason is. He’s a Hero. He’s Bruce’s son. It says something about how deeply Jason internalized everything he was taught, that when stripped of everything else he still knows how to be Robin.

(thought about making an art focus tumblr like i did bsky but... nah who cares)

haunting the narrative. RH gets a hallucijason too <3

LETS HEAR IT FOR DADDY’S #1 SACRIFICIAL LAMB 2 TIME CHAMPION JASON TODD‼️

there is a light, i feel it in me

but only, it seems, when the dark surrounds me

jason todd would absolutely write a novel about a father abandoning and banishing his child, who then creates utter carnage, and dedicate it to...ahem

"Oh, Frankenstein, be not equitable to every other and trample upon me alone, to whom thy justice, and even thy clemency and affection, is most due. Remember that I am thy creature; I ought to be thy Adam, but I am rather the fallen angel, whom thou drivest from joy for no misdeed. Everywhere I see bliss, from which I alone am irrevocably excluded. I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous....How can I move thee? Will no entreaties cause thee to turn a favourable eye upon thy creature, who implores thy goodness and compassion? Believe me, Frankenstein, I was benevolent; my soul glowed with love and humanity; but am I not alone, miserably alone? You, my creator, abhor me; what hope can I gather from your fellow creatures, who owe me nothing?"