There is a phenomenon. Where an alien species will specifically be described as asexual, reproducing asexually, and the fandom will ignore this for their smut headcanons. Like won't even touch upon what a society, and relationships based upon that would be like. And it makes me Sad.
Folks, if you don't know who Emi Koyama was, you should. Her website (eminism.org, which is a delightful pun) has a ton of her work entirely for free.
You can read the Transfeminist Manifesto in particular here. Emi considered it a historical document and she wrote a very good self-critique in 2008 (included in the document) on the subject of the Manifesto, white feminism, and the lack of inclusion of trans and genderqueer people who aren't trans women. I highly encourage everyone who wants to involve themselves in transfeminism to read her work, not because it is perfect, but because I do think Emi Koyama's Manifesto represents the best intentions for transfeminism: the desire to challenge cissexism, to take activism seriously and compassionately, and a commitment to being open and honest about where we fall short and how we can do better.
I really appreciate this quote from her, which I hadn't seen before, on the subject of feminism needing to "fit in" trans people:
Cis feminists do not own feminism. We don't need to "fit trans people into feminist theory"; we simply need to challenge cissexism in feminist movements and theories. Trans people do not need to be explained by feminist theory; we need to start from the fact that trans people exist and matter.
And it would be a crime to not mention how hard she fought specifically for women of color, to challenge racism and imperialism (white/western and non-white/non-western) in feminist spaces and in general, as well as her intersex activism, and far more. She had such a drive to contribute to, engage with, and push for more and better feminist discourse.
You will be remembered fondly, Emi Koyama. Thank you for all your work and for all your life.
Itâs a maze!! Get to the heart. Thereâs actually a very specific way too go. Too bad my scanner isnât big enough to get the whole thing. So just start at the bottom left.
Too bad posting instagram is like shooting myself in the foot. Sorry tumblr. Youâll have to be subjected to the horrible shit I usually draw instead of the regular schedule prowljazz slop.
When I was younger I was very right-wing. I meanâŠvery right-wing. I wonât go into detail, because Iâm very deeply ashamed of it, but whatever youâre imagining, itâs probably at least that bad. Iâve taken out a lot of pain on others; Iâve acted in ignorance and waved hate like a flag; Iâve said and did things that hurt a lot of people.
There are artefacts of my past selves online â some of which Iâve locked down and keep around to remind me of my past sins, some of which Iâve scrubbed out, some of which are out of my grasp. If I were ever to become famous, people could find shit on me that would turn your stomach.
But thatâs not me anymore. Iâve learned so much in the last ten years. Iâve become more open to seeing things through othersâ eyes, and reforged my anger to turn on those who harm others rather than on those who simply want to exist. Iâve learned patience and compassion. Iâve learned how to recognise my privileges and listen to othersâ perspectives. Iâve learned to stand up for others, how to hear, how to help, how to correct myself. And I learned some startling shit about myself along the way â with all due irony, some of the things I used to lash out at others for are intrinsic parts of myself.
You wouldnât know what I am now from what I was then. You wouldnât know what I was then from what I am now.
It distresses me deeply to think of someone dredging up my dark, awful past and treating me as though that furiously hateful person is still me. It distresses me to see others dredging up the past for anyone who has made efforts to become a better person, out of some sick obsession with proving theyâre âproblematic.â
Purity culture tells you that once someone says or does something, they can never go back on it. Thatâs a goddamn lie. While itâs true that some remain unrepentant and never change their ways and continue to harm others, itâs important to allow everyone the chance to learn from their mistakes. Saying something ignorant isnât murder. Please stop treating it that way. Let people grow.
Bruh. No. Listen. Call out what people do now, absolutely. If they havenât changed, call them out on their record. This post is explicitly not about people who HAVENâT changed. What this post IS saying is, if someone is making an effort to be a good person, donât go digging around in their past for evidence that they were once for what theyâre now against, or once against what theyâre now for, as âproofâ of what they âreally think,â because peopleâs opinions and beliefs can change.Â
The obsession with finding shit in someoneâs past and then claiming that a questionable or even sordid past negates all possibility of a good present needs to become extinct. Gold-star activism and purity culture are bullshit and we need to collectively reject the fuck out of them.
If someone has changed for the better, donât harass them about what they were like before they fuckinâ changed. Thatâs shitty and it needs to stop.
Gold-star activism and purity culture are bullshit and we need to collectively reject the fuck out of them.
We really need to start asking where this purity bullshit came from. Iâm not Christian and was not raised Christian but there has been a lot evidence that much of gold star activism and purity culture originated in of evangelical youth movements and then infiltrated progressive left-wing and center-left politics when those youth left their churches but failed to leave behind the black-n-white puritanical âyouâre going to hell if you stray one inch from the righteous pathâ style of thinking they were taught.
I distinctly remember some conversations I had in the late 00s and very early 2010s with long time social justice activists who were baffled and disturbed by the new crop of youth activists who were practicing something that was decidedly NOT social justice despite stealing that phrase from us.
In the decade and a half that has passed since then, all of this gold-star activism and purity culture has done exactly what I predicted back then:Â empowered the far-right while sowing division everywhere.
The extremely important part is that trust should be proportional to how much they actually demonstrate that they have changed. Especially when it comes to power.
A random person who had a moderately shady past or fucked up views before shouldnât need to flog themselves to show how penitent they are beyond just doing better now, just to be able to live their life in peace, but if someone is campaigning to get political power and all they have to say for their life up to that point being a field of red flags, it isnât enough for them to say âwell Iâm not like that nowâ if they havenât actually achieved anything that makes up for it in the opposite direction.
We canât allow ourselves to be our own worst enemies. We need an approach that allows for Oskar Schindlers without making excuses for Graham Platners.
đđđđđ :: your tire blows out, leaving you stuck in an isolated street in the middle of the night with no signal. you're ready to camp in your car until daylight comes, but a handsome biker comes to your rescue.
đ đđđđđđđđ â biker jason todd x male reader.
đđđđđ !! 3.7k words. reader is described as a cute guy who is vaguely shorter than jason. reader wants jason so bad. story inspired by and art in the header made by ciricearts on tumblr and twitter! cross posted on ao3.
the males in your family taught you a lot of things. how to whittle, how to throw a proper punch, how to clean your car so you wouldn't need to bring it to a car wash â a lot of things.
however, they did not teach you how to change a tire. and even if they did, you didn't have a spare tire in your trunk anyway.
maybe if you didn't decide to have a fun night out with your friends in central city, this wouldn't have happened. perhaps your car would have chosen a better place to pop a tire, like in a very populated grocery store parking lot during the day.
but, no. instead, it decided to falter when you were driving back to gotham in the dead of night, at a narrow, dark, and isolated road that you usually took as a shortcut to get home faster. if you knew the predicament you'd be in when you took this route, you would've just taken the main road and waited through traffic.
staring daggers into the blown out tire with your phone's flashlight, you let out the deepest sigh of your life, pinching your nosebridge as your mind raced with possible solutions. looking at your phone, you decided the best decision was to call a tow truck.
you continued to stare daggers, this time at your phone, because there wasn't any signal in the area. raising your arm as high to the sky as it could go did nothing as well, playing the same "call cannot be made" voiceline every time you tried calling a towing service.
now, you were properly stranded.
cursing to yourself, you decided to just accept your fate and start cozying yourself up for the next few hours until sun up. once the sun rises, you'll just bite the bullet, walk your way home, and call the towing service then. your legs will probably have blisters by the end of that long walk, but it's better than waiting aimlessly for someone to help you.
right as you were about to enter your car to wait, you heard an engine revving in the near distance.
panicking at the possibility of another human being encountering you when you were stuck and defenseless, you quickly grabbed the baton you kept under your car seat, stuck your wallet into your pants, your keys and phone in your pockets, then locked your car doors.
if this guy tried mugging you, he probably wouldn't be willing to dig into your pants for it. and even if he was, you would have already swung on him.
grasping onto the baton for dear life as you heard the vehicle get closer, you hid behind your car. the lights of what seemed to be a motorcycle illuminated the dark pathway and the trees surrounding it.
right as the motorcycle was about to drive past you, the engine suddenly stopped, and you could hear the rider lower the kickstand to keep the bike upright. footsteps approaching your car slowly creeped up closer and closer, making you sweat in anticipation.
"hello?" the mysterious man called out to the direction of your vehicle. "is anybody in there?"
he didn't sound malicious at all, and it was just him with his motorcycle, so it was clear he wasn't in a group. you weighed out your options on if you should reveal yourself to him. there was a chance he could be a genuine good samaritan that just wants to help you out, but there was also a chance he was somehow a lackey of black mask and you were about to get kidnapped.
pondering for a few seconds, you decided to just take your chances, you'd really rather not stay here for the next few hours. still grabbing tightly onto the baton, you stood up from behind the car, making sure to hold your weapon just out of sight as you revealed yourself to the biker. "hey, this is my car. my tire just blew out."
finally getting a good look at the man in front of you, the first thing you noticed was that he practically towered over you, even from a distance. a grey compression shirt hugged his clearly very muscular torso, paired with black cargo pants that were baggy enough to be fashionable, but still somehow showed off his thigh muscles. you couldn't see his face though, his jet black helmet was covering it.
"yeah, i saw." he motioned his head to your damaged tire, crossing his arms. "which is why i was concerned when no one was in the drivers seat. you alright?"
you felt your face flush a little as you stared. anyone could tell that this guy worked out just from first glance, but it was much more obvious in the way his biceps bulged with his current pose. you blinked, trying to keep yourself grounded with a guy who was exactly your type right in front of you.
"oh no, i'm not injured at all." staring in another direction, you tried to stop your face from getting warmer by not looking directly at him.
"that's good, then." he walked towards you, long arms now swaying by his side. there was an air around him that almost commanded attention, leading your eyes right back to him. "i'm assuming you're still here because you don't know how to fix a tire, right?"
"oh, uh." you scratched the back of your neck sheepishly. despite being a grown man who doesn't know how to fix a tire, the biker seemed nonjudgemental. "yeah, sorry. how could you tell?"
"when most people blow their tires out, they immediately start working on fixing it." he took a step back to stare again at your vehicle. "but there aren't any tools next to the damaged tire. the only reason they wouldn't be there is if you either didn't have tools, didn't have a spare tire, or didn't know how to change one." his voice was smooth and deep, you'd be spacing out listening to it if you didn't think he was incredibly physically attractive.
realizing you haven't replied to his observation yet, you coughed. stay focused, man. "wow, good work." you flashed him a shy smile. "unfortunately, it's all three reasons in my case."
"hm." he focused his gaze on you. even through the dark panel of the helmet, you still felt your body sweat with his eyes on you as he spoke. "what were you planning to do, then? there's no service in these parts."
you huffed as you stared at the ground, not wanting to look even more pathetic and flustered than you probably already did. "i was just gonna wait in my car until the sun came up. i'd walk my way home then call for a service to bring my car to the shop and back to me."
"bad decision." immediately, he rebutted with a sharp tone. "we're talking about staying in the dark for hours at the outskirts of gotham. it's incredibly dangerous, even with that baton you have there."
"what?" you glanced at the weapon you were holding, certain that it was out of sight at the angle he was looking at. "how'd you â "
"the side mirrors on the car give you away." you followed his gaze, seeing that the car window did indeed show you holding the baton clear as day.
"oh⊠ha, i guess they do." you finally loosened your grip on the baton, figuring the man would have mugged you by now if he really wanted to. "it seemed like a good weapon based on the ratings online."
"well, it's not the best." suddenly, he turned around and started walking back to his motorcycle, sliding back onto the seat with ease. was this guy really about to leave you here?
"uh, where are you going?" you followed behind him, ready to smash the hell out of his precious bike if he dared to abandon you here.
"get on."
"what?"
wordlessly, he unclipped the ties of his helmet, taking it off and handing it to you.
"i don't have a second helmet, so just wear mine." he ruffled his hair, clearly losing some volume after being restricted for so long.
for a while, you didn't move. you stayed in place as you took in the face of your hero.
he had black hair with some strands of white at the front, falling gracefully near his long lashes that batted over his dull green eyes. his face was peppered with scars, some small, some deep; the kinds that make you fantasize about gently tracing your fingers over the lines.
his entire body was angular and defined, which clearly included his face. his jaw and nose were sharp, with his cheekbones being deep and defined to compliment them. if you looked close enough, you'd also notice that there was a small bump in the middle of his nosebridge. you think it would be a great place to give him a kiss.
realizing you've been staring at him for a good few seconds without saying a word, you immediately started rubbing your eyes strategically. "sorry, i'm just getting a little sleepy." liar. your heartbeat was going a thousand miles a minute, but you couldn't just say to this stranger that he was so handsome you had to stare and analyze his features.
regardless of your embarrassment, you finally let go of the baton in order to take his helmet in your hands, a flattered smile on your face. "sure, i'll wear it. thank you so much."
"mm." humming in response, he stared at you as you fumbled to clip in the helmet, your fingers slipping and repeatedly missing the latch.
"ah, hold on..." you kept fumbling with it, feeling embarrassment well up in your heart but not being able to find the positioning with how dark it was.
"just â " he got off his seat and leaned in, bending down slightly in order to reach your height. a breath got caught in your throat as his fingers grazed your chin, locking in the helmet for you and adjusting the tightness. your eyes darted between staring at his handsome face and staring at his large, calloused hands just under your face.
once he got it, he stepped back to make sure it was stable on your head. "there." he nodded to himself.
"th â thank you." the coolness of the forest around you felt nonexistent as your face warmed up more than it ever has in your life. you looked back up to see he's already gotten back onto his bike, tucking the kickstand back. "oh!"
remembering that he offered you a ride home, you awkwardly climbed onto the spot behind him, the motorcycle being a bit tall for your liking. makes sense though, a big vehicle for a big person. "okay, i'm on."
"hold onto something, i go fast." he put his hands on the handles, his back muscles moving with his change of position. "don't want you falling off."
maybe it was just his deep tone manipulating your flustered brain, but if you didn't know any better, you'd say he was suggesting you to hold onto him for support. well, good thing you still had some sense in you, even after all the staring you did. simply grabbing onto the back of the motorcycle, you gave him a thumbs up. "all good back here, go whenever you're ready."
the moment the words left your mouth, the bike darted out of the lonely street. you nearly slipped on the side because of the sheer speed he started the ride off with, your body resorted to grabbing onto his waist for support in an effort to not become road meat.
right as you were about to apologize for grabbing onto his waist instinctually and go back to just holding the back of the bike, he somehow managed to go even faster, making you have to close your eyes with how the wind blew around you. it also made grabbing onto his waist an absolute necessity, because if you tried to hold onto anything less sturdy for support, youâre absolutely sure youâd fall off. your hands gripped even tighter on his waist in fear, your fingers sweating.
"you really do go fast!" you practically had to yell at him so he could hear you over the wind and engine revving.
"it's more fun this way!" he yelled back at you, and you could tell that he had a grin on his face from his tone alone. "also, where do you live? i'll drop you off!"
a more sane version of you would give a fake address to this complete stranger that you didn't even know the name of yet. a version of you that didn't secretly relish in the feeling of your arms around his muscular torso would have told him to just drop you off at a popular gotham landmark and walk the rest of the way there.
however, that version of you did not exist at the moment. you confidently told him your full address with similar trust you'd give to a long term friend.
"got it!" he gave you a cute thumbs up, and quickly changed routes to get to your house as soon as possible, clearly being a guy that knows the city from front to back.
your eyes glazed over the bright lights of gotham as more buildings came into view the closer he rode you closer to the city, far away from the isolated little road you were convinced you'd be stuck in just a few moments ago.
feeling an immense amount of gratitude for this strange man that came to you like an angel, you wrapped your hands a little tighter around him, enjoying the warmth of his body flushing onto yours.
"what's your name by the way?" as the city got more and more vibrant the further in you two traversed, he calmed the speed a little. it was still fast, but not as wind breaking as it was earlier.
"oh, right, i haven't told you." quickly telling him your name, you smiled to yourself knowing he was the one to ask first. "what about you? whatâs your name?"
"itâs jason." no longer needing to yell as the ride slowed down, his smooth voice returned, the faint vibrations of his tone being felt on your skin as your arms were still latched around him loosely.
"nice to meet you, jason." a bright smile was spread onto your face even if you knew he wouldn't see it from under the helmet. "you're a really cool guy."
jason chuckled, your name rolling off his tongue like it was meant to be voiced by him. "nice to meet you too. you're a cool guy as well."
thinking that was all, the smile remained on your face, until he tacked on: "even if you are kind of a prince in distress." with a teasing tone.
while you're not denying that your face warmed at being called a prince by the most handsome man you've ever seen in your life, you also felt a little pang of playful annoyance clinging onto you. "hey, the only reason i seem that way is because you offered to help me, my knight in shining armor. i could have handled myself, sir jason."
even though you reciprocated jason's teasing tone, if you really were a prince, you'd be the luckiest man in the world with jason as your knight. he'd also look really good in a suit of armor, but you don't tell him that.
"no need to get defensive, your highness." the banter seemed to light him up, the smile on his face was clear as day even if you couldn't see it. "just doing my job, bringing the helpless prince home to his royal castle."
"very funny." resisting the urge to poke at his waist just in case he had a tickle spot there, you rolled your eyes in amusement. "i'll be sure to reward you with a nice royal kiss once you get me home." testing the waters for his reaction, you see if you can blur the line between joking and flirting a little bit.
"that would be much appreciated, your excellency." jason almost immediately responded in a tone that was certainly still happy, but you couldn't tell if he was joking or not by accepting your offer for a kiss. "oh, this is close to where you live right?" dropping the act, he looks around to make sure he's going the right way.
immediately recognizing the area after he pointed it out, you felt a part of you sadden at the thought of the night ending. "yeah, we're getting close. just round the corner there." untightening your one arm to point at the direction of your street, he follows your guidance.
and just as quickly as the encounter started, it was swiftly closing off. he stopped in front of your house, the numbers you mentioned in your address clearly displayed in front of the building.
you sighed to yourself as you started taking off his helmet, getting off of the backseat while he locked the kickstand of the bike back into place. quickly managing to remove the latch now that the area was well lit, you handed the helmet back to jason, glancing at his face as much as you could before you had to say goodnight.
"thank you so much again for bringing me home, if it wasn't for you, i'd still be stuck on that road with my busted car." you chuckled at the thought, a little bittersweet.
"don't mention it, it'd be cruel just to leave a guy there." he shrugged, but this time, a small smile was on his cute lips.
you thought to yourself for a second.
hm.
"oh, also â " you brought your phone out from your pocket, clicking the on button with no response. "my phone is dead. i'm sorry for having to ask another favor from you, but could i borrow your phone to call a tow truck?"
"oh, sure." seemingly unbothered by the request, he grabbed his phone from a compartment at the front of his motorcycle and handed it to you. "good call, someone might try to break into your car if you leave it out there for too long.â
"my thoughts exactly." you lied, opening his contacts app and typing in something. he assumed it was just a random towing company, looking around your neighborhood while he waited for you to finish.
you suddenly poked the phone back in his direction, surprising him since he didn't hear you call anybody. before he could ask if you were done, he looked at the screen.
New Contact Added!
XXX-XXX-XXX
"Helpess" Prince
jason felt his face blush as he quickly realized what you did, staring at his screen and reading the text over and over just to make sure his eyes weren't deceiving him.
but before he could even open his mouth to reply, you placed the phone onto his lap, a cheeky smile on your face. "let me know if you ever want to redeem that kiss as a reward, my knight."
feeling his face heat up even darker, jason started to stutter any response he could muster towards your advances. he could feel himself slowly starting to sweat.
you laughed at his reaction, the cheeky look on your face being replaced with a genuine fond one. "well, goodnight." waving him goodbye, you rushed to your front door before he could react properly. you'd rather not stick around for what he has to say in case it was a rejection. and with that, you gave him one last look over your shoulder, smiling at his red face, before entering the building.
jason stayed outside for a good five minutes, taking deep breaths while waiting for his face to calm down and go back to it's normal hue.
once it did, he simply put his phone in his pocket, and rode off.
dick, having stopped by from blĂŒdhaven because he needed to attend to some business in gotham, used this opportunity to check up on a few people personally. this included jason, who was currently in full red hood attire. "jay! hey there."
suddenly dropping onto the rooftop jason was patrolling from, he wasn't surprised when red hood didn't turn around, and simply kept looking down at his patrol area.
"dick." is all he said in response, just acknowledging nightwing's presence.
not deterred at all by jason's usual demeanor, dick strolled right on beside him. "how are you? you should really update us more.â
"i'm doing fine. not much going on." still not taking his eyes off of the areas below them, he crossed his arms.
"you sure?" dick tilted his head, clearly having something he wanted to ask. "you didn't attend that gala we were supposed to go to yesterday with bruce. did something happen?"
at the mention of things that were taking place yesterday, jason's mind flashed with images of you. your shy expressions when you admitted you didn't know how to change a tire, the grin you gave when you managed to trick him into taking your number, your arms wrapped around his stomach as he sped through the city.
jason lowered his head slightly. "nothing happened, just wasn't in the mood to go. you know how i am with those events."
it's true he disliked attending useless publicity dinners, but he was still lying through his teeth.
the entire reason jason was even on that lonely road on the outskirts of gotham was because he was making his way to the gala, and decided to take it as a shortcut. a fresh black suit was stored in the compartment underneath the motorcycle seats you two sat on together, and he actually booked a hotel he could stay at overnight so he didn't have to travel back immediately after the night.
but clearly, better things were planned for him. specifically, a cute guy with blown out tires was waiting for him, and he didn't regret choosing you over a stupid gala at all.
"...alright." dick responded, clearly not believing him, but knowing better than to push his buttons. "well, just let me know if something does happen.â
"sure." eager to just get nightwing off of his ass, he agreed, even though he'd probably never take him up on that offer.
"thanks." dick started canvassing the rooftops, clearly trying to find directions on where the other vigilantes would be. he seemed to spot something, as he waved jason goodbye with a smile on his face. "i'll get going now, see you!"
waving grayson goodbye as he effortlessly jumped and weaved over roof tops, jason sighed in relief as he was alone again. he continued to stare at the buildings, growing bored as the minutes passed.
suddenly, he remembered he hasn't texted you yet, his phone feeling much more clear and heavy while it rested in his pocket.
...well, nothing seemed to be happening in his area.
bringing out his phone, he clicked the newest contact someone else had added, and started typing.
Just read your Nightwing x Cat burglar mreader fanfic and I was wondering if you could do Jason Todd version? Like he caught mreader again but let's him purr and meow his way out because jay couldn't resist him. I apologize if I'm a bother and I hope you're doing well!
I NEED CATNIP
Jason Todd x Male Reader
Jason really shouldâve known. The alarm had gone off on the west wing of the museum's rooftopâthe same exact way it had the last three times youâd broken in. And just like every other time, when he finally cornered you, it felt less like crime fighting and more like wrangling a stray cat with too much charm and zero remorse.
He landed on the roof with a heavy thud, red helmet gleaming under the moonlight, gun holstered but ready. "Y/N."
Meanwhile you were crouched by a skylight, bag of precious artifacts at your feet, while your tail shaped climbing rope dangled behind you. You blinked at him. Slow. Dramatic. Then:
âMrrrow?â
Jasonâs shoulders dropped. âNo. Nope. Donât even start with that.â
You tilted your head, scooting toward him on all fours with ridiculous feline fluidity. You rose to your knees in front of him, lightly head butting his chest; the cat version of a kiss. Your hands slid up his jacket, claws tracing patterns into the leather, and purred louder.
âYou're cheating.â he snarled, but to your ears it sounded like whining. It just made you grin sinfully.
âAnd this?â You nuzzled into the hollow of his throat, warm breath brushing his skin. âIs this cheating too?â
Jason exhaled sharply, gloves sliding to your hips before he even realized heâd touched you. âAbsolutely. Completely. 100% cheating.â A beat. ââŠDo it again.â
You didnât need to be asked.
You purred louder, body vibrating against him, and Jason groaned like a man losing the last of his resolve. He dragged you into his arms with a low curse, helmet knocking against your shoulder as he muttered:
âI should arrest you.â
You licked a stripe up his jaw. Jason choked.
âYouâreâfuckâokay, okay, stopâno, donât stopâgod, I hate youâ" You tugged the helmet off in one smooth motion. Jason blinked at you, stunned, stupidly handsome, and officially defeated.
You cupped his jaw, leaned in, but at the last moment darted past him with a playful slap to his ass. âThanks, handsome,â you called, already sprinting to the edge of the roof, bag of stolen goods in hand. âSee you next time!â
âHEYâ!â
Jason ran a hand down his face, watching as you disappeared over the ledge. âI swear to GOD, Iâm bringing catnip next time.â
if there was one thing jason loved, it was keeping his lives apart. except, being somewhat familial with some of the greatest detectives in this century means things donât stay secret for long.
includes. . . jason todd x reader. pre-established relationship, a sort of crack fic, damian being nosy, slightly suggestive (not really tbh), fluff.
word count. . . 1.3k
notes. . . FIRST DC FIC!!! thank my friend for giving me a whole new hyperfixation, cause now you WILL be seeing more of me haha. i simply LOVE every fic i come across where jason ends up having to interact with his family all because one of them find out about his love life. truly cracks me up every time. lmk if you liked it!!
Youâd gotten off work early that evening, which wasnât very common with a city like Gotham, especially since the hospital always needed someone there. But after a long time, you had someone to take over the graveyard shift, which meant you could beat Jason to coming back to the apartment at the end of the day.
Arms laden with groceries, you pushed open the front door to your apartment, flicking on the lights as you went. As you made your way towards the kitchen, you could hear a click! before hearing the sound on the lock of your living room window sliding open.
Odd, you thought to yourself, Jason always used the front door. Frowning, you continued putting away your groceries, setting aside the chicken youâd bought so you could marinate it before you fell asleep in the night.
Grabbing a pan from the drawer next to you, you held it behind your back, walking quietly towards the living room.
âYouâre not Todd.â
Bitting your lip to swallow down your laugh at the disappointment on the young vigilanteâs face, you nodded. âLast I checked, Iâm not.â
Robin huffed, and you didnât need to look at his eyes (hidden behind his domino mask), to know that he was appraising you with a cold judgement you can only ever find in pre-teens.
âWould you like to stay for dinner, Damian?â The young Robinâs scowl sunk even more into his face as he followed you into the kitchen where youâd begun removing a chopping board and a knife. âJason should be home soon.â
âDoes Todd often speak of secret identities with civilians like you?â
You chuckled, shaking your head. Jasonâs younger brother was very similar to how heâd described him to you. âI would hope so, Iâd like to know my boyfriendâs family.â
âTodd and I arenât related.â
âOkay,â you hummed, now chopping vegetables while a very observant twelve year old stood at your hip, studying you. âI can make a vegetarian meal for you if youâd like to stay.â
Robin pursed his lips. âWhat were you making?â
âPulao,â youâd turned on the heat on the stove, placing the pot of rice on one, âif youâre staying, can you grab me the garlic paste from the fridge? Itâs in the door.â
Damian paused for a moment, brows furrowed (you could tell from the creases in his forehead) as if thinking things through, before obeying your instructions.
.
The flat was unusually loud when Jason got back from patrol. Usually, the vigilante would find you passed out on the couch, your phone having fallen into the creases where the lit screen was draining your battery, or with one of his classics limply resting in your grasp as you waited on him to go to bed together. Tonight, however, was different. The television was on, low sound echoing out from the living room into the entryway. Not thinking much, he went towards the kitchen to put away the ice cream youâd asked him to bring in case youâd fallen asleep watching a movie again. You did that sometimes.
âHi, sweetheart, Iâmâ what are you doing here?â
âNice to see you too, Todd,â Damian crossed his arms across his chest, rolling his eyes at the newcomer like Jason didnât have a bat he didnât want anywhere near him in his apartment, interacting with you.
You didnât even bother to look up as you continued arguing your case. âHi honey. . . you have to admit that it makes sense!â
The young boy frowned. Heâd taken off his mask and cape since the time dinner had ended. âIf they were capable of changing the law in the first place, why put Amelia through the whole courting process? She could have just changed the law from the start.â
âThen you wouldnât get a movie, Damian.â
The boy simply rolled his eyes. Jason eyed the two empty plates on the coffee table, which no doubt held dinner at some point. Damian had clearly been here a while.
Jason sighed, dropping down onto the couch behind the two of you before glancing at the television screen. You were watching Princess Diaries 2 with his younger brother, the credits now rolling on the screen.
âSeriously, what the fuck are you doing in my apartment, demon spawn? And donât you have school tomorrow?â
âJason,â youâd smacked him over your shoulder. He looked at you pleadingly, wanting the young Robin to be anywhere but in his house.
âI was investigating.â
âInto my personal life?â
Damian looked up, defiant. His eyes were blazing with the knowledge heâd acquired during his so-called âinvestigation.â âYes. You do not show up on time for patrol, or you leave without returning to the batcave, which you know Father asks of us to do. I just had to make sure you werenât doing anything unbecoming of a Wayne.â
You looked up at Jason, who simply shrugged. The moment youâd texted him to let him know youâd left the hospital early, and to get some ice cream on his way home from patrolling, heâd very easily found his reason to skip debriefing with his siblingsâ not that he needed much reason even without your request. This just gave him a bigger reason to come back to you earlier.
âAw, do you care about me, little demon?â
Damian looked like heâd sucked an entire lemon dry, his lips pursed into a tight scowl at Jasonâs insinuation.
âI care about you not getting Father, Alfred, or I into trouble.â
âSo you break into my home to make sure Iâm not,â Jason nods like this is totally normal behaviour. You chuckle, getting up.
âIt is not breaking in if I was invited to stay after,â Damian harrumphed, eyes narrowed at his older brother. âI was made dinner.â
Jason mimicked Damianâs expression, still entirely irritated about his unwelcome guest. He was thinking the two of you would have a peaceful night in, not have one of his siblings crash land into his apartment.
The two of them continued to bicker as you got up, pressing a kiss to your vigilante boyfriendâs forehead and patting him on the shoulder as you passed the two bats to go to the kitchen for your ice cream.
âYour reaction is totally undignified for affection from someone youâre seeing, Todd.â
You heard the loud thump of one of the throw pillows of your couch. âGo home, Damian.â
The sound of the window closing soon after made you laugh.
âFinally.â
Jason had migrated into the kitchen, setting the dirty dishes in the sink before wrapping himself around you as you put his meal into the microwave. âI have you all to myself.â
âHello to you too.â You tilted your head back to look up at bright eyes that were filled with warmth. âHow was today?â
âI think you had a better day than me,â he murmured, pressing a kiss in the crook of your neck. âMissed you.â
You hummed, leaning your head to lay on Jason as he peppered kisses to every inch of skin he could reach, his arms holding you close to him, as if trying to mould the two of you into one.
âTodd, could you have the decency to at least wait until I leave your area before you decide to fornicate.â
Damian had returned, hands on his hips as he stood at the entrance of the kitchen.
âEverything alright?â You asked, moving away from Jason, who groaned at the loss of contact, heading towards the microwave as it beeped. Damian nodded once, curt.
âI returned for my cape because Todd all but shoved me out of your window.â
Jason stood up, fingers rubbing at his temples before pointing at the window behind the young boy. âGet out, before I do it again.â
âGladly,â sneered the youngest Wayne, now once again in full Robin costume. The cape swished as the window clicked shut.
Jason waited for a couple seconds, hands wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to him, dark, hungry eyes burning into yours. You looped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you, his eyes locked in on your mouth.
Okay. While I do not think Jason Todd would be the confident dark romance man that you guys want him to be, I do agree on one thing.
He would be possessive.
Itâs a generally common trauma response to feel possessive over the things/people you do have when you have lost a lot in your life.
And yâknow, heâs a little paranoid because he lost both his parents, grew up homeless, then got taken in by the Batman, took up the mantle of Robin, got news that his mom might be alive out there, and then when he does find her, she sells him out to the joker and gets him killed.
Heâs an abused dog. Heâs not scary about it, but he is definitely not well. Once you have his loyalty, youâre not going to be getting rid of him very easily.
You know how they say donât feed a stray dog? Donât fuck this man unless youâre willing to deal with a man who will be eating your fucking food and grinning about it later.
He wouldnât be possessive in the whole âyouâre mineâ but in the âI canât lose youâ with a bruising grip on your hands.
Yknow, not âyouâre mineâ like a dom daddy character but âyouâre mineâ while heâs sobbing into your stomach trying to convince the both of you that heâs good enough to be loved.
Robins react to their civilian partner declaring their hero persona as their âhall passâ.
(Steph is here too but sheâs the instigator. Little stephcass cameo as well. I could write for the girls too if requested tho)
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You really donât know why you keep letting your boyfriend drag you to these hangouts with his siblings.
Sure, they were cool people, but thatâs why you werenât the most comfortable around them. They were fucking superheroes. You were just some kid off the street, and now you regularly spent your evenings playing board games with Gothamâs ârich young and powerfulâ.
Right now you guys were playing Clue. Which got really intense, as you could imagine. Youâd think theyâd pick a different game, since solving crimes was their day-to-day life, but nah.
They werenât even being subtle about it. Pretty sure they were all trying to impress you with how fast they could beat the game, too.
It wound down, however. The night had dragged on. The game changed to Uno because that was less brainpower and more drinking.
You hit Stephanie with a Draw Four, that by house rules, stacked with another Draw Four, making girlypop have to draw eight cards total. You really shouldnât have done that.
You couldnât remember how you guys got to the subject, but suddenly you were talking about hall passes. You know, that thing where you can bang a certain celebrity if you ever got the chance and your partner canât get mad.
You think they were just really trying to embarrass your boy. And it was working.
âMineâs Zendaya,â Stephanie laughed, âpeople complain that sheâs in everything these days but I couldnât be happier. Iâd use that girlâs thighs as earmuffs,â she then animatedly mimed some colorful actions.
Your boyfriend grit his teeth at the crassness. That was more than he needed to know. Cass just rolled her eyes at her girlfriendâs antics.
The others chattered their agreement. Zendaya was hot. A worthy hall pass.
Stephanie then turned to you with a sneaky smile, the air of an animal cornering its prey, âWhat about you, huh Y/n? Youâve been pretty quiet tonight.
âUhââ you stuttered, âI donât know. I believe in fidelity pretty strongly,â you played with a lock of your hair, âand I donât really let myself think about other guys like that, so,â you tried to deflect.
âOh, please,â one of your boyfriendâs brothers interjected as he incredulously rolled his eyes at you, âlike thatâs true,â
âYeah, and Iâm secretly the Queen of England,â Steph added.
âHey!â your boyfriend defended, âSounds true to me,â he insisted. You were giving a perfectly good answer and theyâre just jealous that they donât have someone like you in their lives.
âCâmon Y/n. Surely, thereâs some celebrity out there whoâs caught your eye,â Stephanie knocked back her solo cup dramatically, âYou telling me youâve never had a celebrity crush? Never ever?â she nudged your arm with hers.
âWellâŠâ you stalled for time.
âWell?â she pried.
And then you got an evil thought.
You know that little imp on your shoulder that likes to say âhey, you know what would be so fucking funny?â. Well, youâre going to listen to them for once.
True, you know that youâre sitting in the den of the infamous Gotham vigilante family, but they donât know that you know that.
âThere is⊠someoneâŠâ
âSomeone?â your boyfriend pressed, trying really hard to sound like he was simply curious and totally not jealous. At all.
âHeâs justâahâ you covered your face in your hands in a pretty good performance of fake embarrassment.
âWho?â they all badgered you as they leaned in like you were about to divulge tomorrowâs winning lottery numbers or something.
âItâsâ
[Dick]
âNightwing,â
Dick choked on his own spit. âNIGHTWING?!â He sputtered.
âHeâs just so sexy. I donât know what to tell you Dickie. Heâs such a sweetie. And thereâs something about the way he moves. I just get so starstruck when heâs around,â
âWhen heâ When has Nightwing been arounââ
And suddenly he remembered all those times he thought he was being sneaky, stalking secretly walking you home from the rooftops whenever you got off work at night.
Shit. Did you see him? Maybe once or twice? Was it more? Have you been aware that a whole ass vigilante has been practically stalking you? And you were okay with that?
Maybe you just thought his patrol route lined up with your way home.
But he didnât have any more time to ponder this as you JUST KEPT GOING OH MY GOD.
âAnd damnn, have you seen his butt?â you whistled, âHis suit is so tight. Sooo tight.â You emphasized.
Dickâs face was redder than a tomato at this point. Someone kill him now. Stephanie looked like she just won aforementioned lottery.
âHeâs out here single-handedly keeping the entire ass city of BlĂŒdhaven safe, all while looking like he was sculpted by Michelangelo or something. Literally gorgeous. And I heard he saved a puppy one time. A puppy, Dick. Itâs like he was written by a woman. Iâd be stupid to NOT tap that sweet ass.â
Suddenly, and probably his brain trying to cope with the mortification, all sorts of filthy fantasies were crossing his mind of you, him, and the Nightwing suit. Why did that sound so hot?
Imagine him coming home, not even shedding the sweaty suit as he made a beeline for you. Imagine dry humping while heâs still suited up. God.
Imagine the hero Nightwing bending an innocent little civilian over the table because you just wanted to thank him for keeping you safe. Youâll do anything for him, anything he wants *wink wink*âŠ
Goddammit Dick! Not in front of The Children (his grown ass siblings lmao).
âWell, looks like Dickhead doesnât mind,â Jason teased as he nudged his older brother with his elbow, knocking him out of his horny daze.
âOh, heâs totally down for a threesome with Nightwing, Y/n,â Tim added devilishly.
âShut up both of you!â Dickâs face literally could not get any hotter.
He hid his face in his hand as the rest of the party descended into giggles. You among them.
Poor Dickie. Youâll have to put him out of his misery and tell him that you know his secret after tonight. And then maybe you will get to tap that.
[Jason]
âRed Hood,â
âŠJason was confused. Why would you pick him. What?
âRed Hood?â
Where was all his bravado when he needed it?
âYeah, Red Hood,â you puffed out your chest in pride, âHeâs like legitimately the coolest out of all the bats!â
âNo heâs not,â Jason said exasperatedly, âYouâre biased because he saved you that one time.â
It was a weird night for him. He couldnât say he wasnât pissed to all hell when he caught you getting fucking mugged in an alleyway, but he did enjoy the way you looked at him like he was your hero. Your knight in shining armor. Or knight in a beat up leather jacket and red helmet.
âNo, Iâm right. Not just because he beat up those goons for me.â you crossed your arms, âThose other vigilantes wish they were as cool as Red Hood. Batman wishes he was as cool as Red Hood,â
âHeâs done a lot of bad things,â was all Jason could think to say.
âAntiheroes are sick as fuck, Jay. And heâs sexy as fuck too.â
Oh really now? He could almost roll his eyes.
âYou donât even know what his face looks like,â he scoffed.
âI donât have to. Have you heard his voice when he talks to reporters? Itâs like honey. Hot honey, Jason. I just know heâs gorgeous under that stuffy helmet. Oh! I bet his helmet hair is sexy too.â
Jesus Christ. Jason took a deep breath to center himself. You did not just say. All of that.
âMan, I hope that next time I get mugged he puts that sexy leather jacket around my shoulders,â
Your boyfriend just stared at you, willing the veins to not pop out of his forehead.
âYou okay there, Jason?â Duke asked in fake concern, patting him on the back.
âYeah, youâre looking a little.. Red,â
Oh, Jason was going to kill Tim for that one.
Forget them, thereâs something more important on his mind now, âThere will not be a ânext time you get muggedâ, Y/n,â he said annoyed.
âOh sure there will. We live in Gotham,â you waved your hand in dismisal.
Lord have mercy on his soul.
Looks like âRed Hoodâ was going to have to pay you a visit to have a little chat about safety. Again.
And maybe itâll be as Jason, your boyfriend. If he can work up the courage. Maybe. Maybe it wonât be as bad as heâs been making it out in his head. If your staunch defense of him tonight proved anything. Maybe youâll love Red Hood too. He wonât have to hide that part of himself anymore. Heâd give you all of him, if you would take it.
[Tim]
âRed Robin,â
âOoooh,â the siblings chorused.
Tim was unexpectedly quiet, however.
ââŠThatâs an interesting choice.â he sounded weirdly calm, lost in thought as his eyes flickered like he was calculating something, âRed Robin,â he said it more to himself than anything.
Not exactly the embarrassed reaction you were hoping for. You were kinda confused, âWhat do you mean?â
âWell itâs just that heâs not exactly popular, you know? Like, you couldâve chosen Nightwing. That would be the obvious choice here. Everyone loves Nightwing,â
You pretended to not hear Dick scoff at that.
âWell, I donât love Nightwing,â you said and also pretended to not hear the little wounded noise Dick made at that, and then the sound of the air getting knocked out of his lungs as Jason jabbed him in the stomach.
âSo why Red Robin?â
âWell, again, sorry to Nightwing, but Redâs my favorite Robin. Heâs just objectively the best.â
âObjectively?â
You started listing off reasons on your fingers, âHeâs the smartest of the bunch, heâs the most successful, heâs the prettiestââ
âAll of those things are highly debatable,â Jason interjected.
You shook your head, âLook, weâre lucky he hasnât chose to go rogue because heâd be an incredibly powerful supervillain. Heâd be unstoppable. And heâs my Robin. So really. Thereâs no denying it,â
âYour Robin?â
âYeah, My Robin,â you fiddled with the bracelet on your wrist, that Tim recognized as the tracker he secretly put on you.
He knew if he gave you something, youâd never take it off. And sue him, he likes knowing where you are at all times. Helps soothe his anxiety about letting you roam around Gotham as you please.
It alerts him if you stray along an unusual path (dangerous) or stay in one place too long (also dangerous). Not your home or work or any of the shops and cafes you frequented. Just like. If you stay on a side street too long, then somethingâs happening. And he needs to know that immediately.
Seeing your little icon on the map safe and sound in your home was a comfort to him. Sometimes heâd fall asleep watching the unmoving icon.
âHeâs like, the Robin who was active while I was growing up, you know? Heâs the one I saw on the news and watched rooftops with my telescope hoping to get a good picture of him. That was the guy I wanted to save me. My Robin.â
âOh so when you said objectively, you meant subjectively,â Damian didnât sound impressed.
âNo. I mean objectively. Just because Iâm biased doesnât mean he isnât legitimately the best,â you crossed your arms, âYouâre just jealous, Tiny,â you stuck out your tongue at the younger boy.
Damian squinted his eyes at your childish display.
Tim laughed, âWell, I guess I really canât be mad if you sleep with him, then,â
âYou canât,â you said smugly.
Tim slipped his arm over your shoulder, and you melted into him. You might not have changed his plans on the perfect time to tell you his secret (which is next month, your anniversary), but this sure was entertaining. At least now he knows you wonât be mad.
(Bonus) [Damian]
âRobin,â
âRobin?â Damian echoed, voice tinny like he was outside of his body.
âIâm sorry Dami, heâs just really coolââ
âI have to kill him.â
âWhat?â
âI have to kill Robin, obviously,â he said solemnly as he quickly stood up from his chair, making a scraping noise on the floor, âThe hunt starts now. Goodbye, Beloved, I will be back soon.â
âDamian!â you called after him as he dramatically left the room.
(He just went to go get more soda from the fridge. Little shit. But he gave his reflection on the stainless steel door a stern talking-to, of course.)
Hi!! Could you write Jason Todd with a civilian reader who put together his identity in like... seconds (dude it is the Same leather jacket) but just decided to not say anything and but he doesn't know that so for months he's been doing everything in his power to hide it and being so *bad* at it. He gets a text that reader is dropping by and he's grappling to his back window, stumbling through getting the uniform off so he can answer the door, trying to catch his breath so there's nothing suspicious (He is still wearing the holsters. He says it's for cosplay. Sure, whatever). He isn't using his right arm and he's trying to not pay attention when the news comes on about Red Hood busting up a Black Mask operation last night (He says he slept wrong. The bandages are bleeding through and he hasn't noticed).
OOO I love this Idea!
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Lets go back in time to your first encounter together...
A snow storm rages outside the window that confines you to your register at a local bookstore. Clicking the keys of your keyboard listly as you lean on the counter till the doorbell chimes and a brown leather jacket catches your attention. Your eyes sweep over to the figure wearing it. Thats Red Hood's Jacket... Holy shit thats Red Hood... are the thoughts that go through your head just he looks around sweeping the snow off his shoulders and slushed boots at the matt.
His hands pull his hair out of his face as well as his red scarf peeled off. Seriously how obvious can this guy be? "Sorry about the puddle, it's bad out there." He says rubbing his hands together to warm himself up as he continues to walk further into the store. "You new to the store?" He asks as casually as he could.
"No, I've been working here for about a year, just I was the closest to the store and everyone called off." You say leaning on the counter to him. "I'm guessing you come here often then?"
"Yeah just more in the morning" he chuckles grabbing a book off a table. "When no one is here."
"Well no one is here now, at... 4 pm on a thursday in december.." you laugh.
"Ye-yeah I see that" he chuckles scratching his neck slightly. "Gotta get some books for the holidays." He says half heartedly picking up on on display and flipping it to the back.
"Well if you need help, I'm here" you reply as you lean on the counter and try to look busy doomscrolling on your phone.
A few very silent and awkward moments later he comes up to the counter. "Yeahhhhh I need your help. What do you get a snot nosed brat who likes animals?"
"A rabies shot." You dryly joke.
He released a small laugh. "Serious suggestion. He had like two..."
"Oh. Uhmmmm, hold on..." your hands go to the keyboard to search. "How old is the kid?"
"Like 13.."
"Yeah okay, so theres this series that has like turf wars with cats, you think that would be up his alley?"
"Perfect. Where would it be?" He asks putting the stack he already has down on the counter.
"Here.." you walk out from the counter to go the children books with him to crouch down the book case to find the first two books in the series and offer them up to him. He looks down at you and smiles taking the books. "Thanks for the help.."
You shrug nonchalantly as you get back up to the counter. He follows behind you. He stands in front of you at the counter. You smirk softly as you start to check him out. "So regular, what's your name?" you ask as you finish his stack bagging up the books as he brings out his punch card with 'JASON' scribed on top and you punch it. He pulls out his credit card to pay. "Thank you again for the help, maybe can I take you out for it? I mean if that's not too forward? We just met but, I just-"
"Yeah I'd like that" you nod cutting him off. "Maybe this upcoming Monday I have off?"
"Y-yeah that works," he says taking the bags before you hand him a receipt. On the back is your number written on the back and you wink as he leaves the store.
Which leads you to now, its summer in gotham and you have been going out with Jason for the last six months without issues. You have had a few dates without any complications. Things are going great. At least what you think.
Jason is going through hell. Having to try balancing you with everything else. Not to mention right now? Black Mask has been on his ass for the last two weeks so when he finally had him cuffed and on his way to jail a small breath of victory escapes his lips as the helicopters surround the area. He waves a little bit to the cameras, he's lucky you don't watch the news. His phone buzzes in his pocket to check the notification before he starts darting off. You. You were coming over. Fuck Fuck Fuck.
'AC broke at my apartment, yours is better anyways. Coming over.' You send in a short text as you make your way to his apartment the commute taking about 10 minutes or so to get to his door.
As you get to the door one knock and the door is open by your handsome, sweet, lovinging... beat boyfriend. "Hey! Sweetheart I just got up from my nap, saw your text, now is not the time..." He says blocking the door from opening up all the way.
You tilt your head confusedly as you take in his appearance. His face is sweating... the drip traces down to his white tank top that takes a while to go downt through till the side is red and dark... then his cargos are black with holsters and is that still his gun in side? "A nap?" you question poking at the holster.
"A nap yep!" He laughs awkwardly. ".. In cosplay.." He says peeling the holster off the belt. "A nap..."
You tilt your head as a sharp noise of news comes on, "Redhood fled the scene where famous crime lord, Roman Sionis, or Black Mask has been arrested and taken to Arkham Asylum."
âHm. Good on you babe. Need help cleaning up?â You ask casually pushing yourself in.
Jasonâs jaw just drops as he watches you prepare supplies from his first aide kit and he stumbles over to you. âWhat?â
âHm?â You look up at him pulling his shirt up from his torso.
âYou knew??â He shrieks as you clean the wound.
âBeen knowing.â
âSince when?!â He asks grabbing the marble table as you start stitching the wound up. Something he didnât think youâd know how to do.
âForever? You came into the bookstore wearing your jacket. The same brown leather jacket. Iâm surprised that this does surprise you.â You say tending the wound. You start wrapping him up carefully.
âO-Oh..â He sighs in disbelief and relief as he takes the time to think about how fine you are with everything. âWow.â He starts chuckling. âGod Iâm lucky.
âYeah you are..â You say kissing his forehead softly.
In case anyone finds it helpful because mobility aids are horrifically expensive and inaccessibleâŠ
And for those people who have access to mobility devices but might benefit from a second chair they can abuse without risking expensive damageâŠ
Erik Kondo has made a website, Open Source Innovations, that details plans for DIY wheelchairs. These wheelchairs can be made from common materials like wood, plastic, and pvc. They are lightweight and can be custom fit to the user allowing from the same degree of movement you would get from a custom chair. And they are durable and easily repairable. (he has been stress testing his latest design by dropping it down stairs, dropping it out of a car, launching it across a driveway, and throwing it off a deck). Its 12lbs and I think he said its was in the $200 ish range for parts.
He also is working on cheap, open source, accessible designs for beach chairs, off road chairs, motorized attachments (think smart drive), and so on. Plus he skateboards in his wheelchair. Cool dude, helpful info, pass it on.
It's incredibly sad people have to resort to this, but it's a damn good resource. Use it. Spread awareness. Maybe one day people with physical disabilities won't need DIYs like this. But until then, reblog and share.
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