they need to invent a whole new awards show for everything everywhere all at once where that movie just wins every award every year for the rest of eternity and before anyone asks yes it should replace the oscars
Thinking back to that one post about how every batkid needs to pick a persona they get to swear in. I would like to expand it.
Dick swears all the time, but he does it in other languages. He picks a language for each persona to swear in and sticks to it. He did still do his whole “Aw, fiddlesticks!” routine as Robin, mainly just to watch everyone’s faces when he did it. (But everyone remembers the time Robin’s leg was broken and he just screamed “FUCK!” so loud that the entire battlefield turned around in shock.)
Jason knew that thanks to classism, people would assume he swore even if he didn’t. So like, why bother restraining it any more than he absolutely had to? As Robin, he didn’t swear even when he really wanted to, though sometimes he slipped up when caught off-guard or when chatting with someone who knows him in both identities. (On one very memorable occasion, Robin got so mad he actually shoved his fist into his own mouth to muffle the screaming rant of obscenity he needed to express.)
(As the Red Hood, Jason doesn’t really give a fuck, but he still falls back into his old habit of cleaning up his language when in costume. It’s very funny to hear him say something like, “Well, golly! You’ve gotta be shitting me.”)
Tim Drake is a proper young man who doesn’t swear, even when he’s hurt (he has totally stolen that biting-my-fist move from Jason.) Robin swears like a fuckin’ sailor all day every day, to the point where not a single goddamn hero in the entire caped community that has ever worked even adjacent to him has not heard, “Ask me if I fucking give a shit,” muttered under Robin’s breath directly into the com line when someone tries to correct him on something. He will switch languages to insult you in the one you best understand, too. His friends have a running bet about how many of those languages Robin actually speaks, versus how many he just learned how to cuss people out in (when asked, Robin just smirks and says, “How fucking many do you [always a swear from a different language, usually one they haven’t heard before] think?”)
Damian mostly sticks with old-timey faux-Shakespearean insults, mainly because it’s very funny when adults can’t figure out what to punish him for when he sasses them. As Robin, Damian likes using animals in place of swears, and just telling people to go fuck themselves—it keeps them on their toes.
Steph does not fuckin’ care.
Duke canonically swears both in & out of costume, and I love that for him.
basing my love life off of secretary (2002) and hisoillu explicit fan fiction (I’m abnormally into BDSM)
got this comment on the House vs. Hannibal poll so tell me who's a better therapist in the tags.
bonus:
Joan Crawford photographed by George Hurrell for Letty Lynton, 1932.
timsteph before i do commission stuff the whole weekend 👍
the coolest kids on the block
I want to be thin but my giant ass hip bones said no
back arch..
[id: It’s two drawings of Geto lying on white covers. In the first, his back arching off of them, pressing his shoulders into the duvet. His eyes are shut tight with tears slipping out from under them. There are hickeys littering his neck and chest, along with an x-shaped scar and top surgery scars. His right hand is tightly gripping onto barely visible white hair. In the second, he is partially on his knees with his stomach pressed to the duvet. A pale hand (Gojo’s) is pressed against his ass over the end of the large dragon tattoo on his back. His eyes are half lidded and there’s a tear running down his nose. Hickeys are visible on his neck and saliva drips from his parted lips. /end id]