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129 /365 days with Colin OâDonoghue â€
Jason Todd is the type who screams at video games, thinks button mashing makes you better, and also swerves his body when he plays mariokart
Forget about prince charming. Go for the wolf. He can see you better, hear you better and eat you better.
Wolfâs angel (via but-you-promisedx)
Suggestion submitted by misha-berry
Holidays at the ManorâŠ
Red Hood: I got myself in Secret Santa. I was supposed to tell somebody⊠but I didnât.
We are all aggravated that itâs Monday.
Jason Todd: Well shit I donât know how to mock thatâŠoh God thatâs never happened before.
Roy: Well maybe this isnât something to mock?
Jason: Then whatâs the point of other people if not to mock them?
Roy: You know Iâm starting to see why people think youâre an asshole.
Jason: People think Iâm an asshole?!
This Blog Supports Ginger Jason Todd
Red Hood:Â So, maybe Iâm not the good guy in your eyes, but I might end up being the guy who saves all your asses.
*Jasonâs phone rings*
Dick: Who is that, your girlfriend?
Jason: No, itâs yours.
Dick:
Blood & Waffles
violent-violet-viola:
âWaffles?â Stephanie screeched. Stephanie really should control her temper, her emotions, and her voice but shit goes out the window when a certain someone ends up bleeding all over the floor of her secret hideout. It wasnât like she hadnât housed other crime fighters, people she considered her family but they all had the courtesy to at least ask her before dropping by and they werenât damaged or bleeding as well. I really should have paid more attention to Alfredâs school of medicineâŠStephanie slapped the palm of her right hand to her forehead, shaking her head at her comrade that was near the radiator.
âYou realize that youâre bleeding, right?â She dropped her staff as she made her way to Jason. Because of the candles, she could make out the scraps and blood, âDid you get into a fight with Killer Croc or something equally as big?â She crunched down so she was at eye level with him, her lip scrunched to the side, âI mean, donât you think Alfred or like a hospital would be a better choice than here? Iâm not exactly medical nurse 101 here.â She did a quick scan, wondering if maybe there was something more that was hidden underneath the clothes. âI think I have a first aid kit. But Iâm not sure what I could do other than bandage you up. If you need stitches-â She took a hard look at his fingers,â-and it looks like you do. Alfred is your best bet.â
Sighing, she moved closer to the right so she was at his side. she gently placed her arm underneath Jasonâs so she could lift at least half his body weight onto hers. Stephanie was trying her best to use what strength she learned from training under Barbara and Bruce as she was shorter than Jason. âHere, lean on me and weâll walk over to the bed. Trust me, you do not want to be near the radiator. On three Iâll lift. Iâm holding you so you donât have to use all your strength okay? I got you. Trust me on this. Afterwards, Iâll feed you all the waffles. You know I keep extra in the fridge. Hell, I have three different waffle irons.â
Jason winced, hands slowly coming up to cover his ears. âGooood youâre like a fucking banshee. Please, lower on the decibels.â He wanted to roll up onto his side, but even attempting to twist made his entire body feel like it was on fire. Instead, he laid there, groaning softly while trying to tune Stephanie out. It was more her volume and range that was killing him, not the words themselves. Truth be told, he liked being taken care of, it was a welcome change from sitting alone in his own dingy safe house, sewing his own cuts.
âSeriously, did you spend so much time with Black Canary that her sonic scream rubbed off on you? Christ.â He dropped his hands back down onto the carpet, back to staring at the ceiling that seemed to be swirling, a delirious little smile quirking his lips. âKiller Croc? Nah, I wish. Heâs just one guy. I tangoed with like, twenty guys. Yâthink I look bad? Ooooh no, no no no. Yâshould see them. Pretty sure one of them ended up with an atomic wedgie that nearly split the bastard in half.â He held up a finger, wagging it at Steph. âTo be fair, he tried to knee me in the family jewels.â
He sighed, once again flopping against the dirty carpet, wrinkling his nose. âYeah, well, Alfieâs like, twenty miles away and then Iâd have to deal with Bruce and honestly, Iâd rather you just toss me back in my grave and call it a day if it came to that. Nah, you were closer, so winner winner chicken dinner.â The movement of his arm had Jason groaning, but he leaned against Steph, trying to keep from vomiting from the sudden change in elevation and position. âOh god, Iâm gonna toss cookies I swear tâgod. This carpet is gonna be technicolor by the time Iâm done. Hey, you got blood on your carpet, yâshould get that cleaned.â
Itâs your blood, idiot.
âGod, waffles. My kingdom for some waffles. This is why youâre my favorite.â
blueblxzes:
âI make stupid decisions at times, especially when it has to do with alcohol. Besides, you canât drink motor oil.â The Nova Prime raised an eyebrow at Jason before tilting his head, a guarded look coming over his face. âWell, I can tell you right now, I donât plan on giving Damian anything less than the very best, with anything. And Iâm sure I wonât be, with how protective youâre being already.â
âOh, you can totally drink motor oil. you just wonât live long afterward.â Crossing his arms, Jason leaned against the doorframe. He gave the man a once over, eyes scanning every inch, appraising him. There was nothing lewd or sexual about it, just forming an opinion before he finally nodded.
âSure, Iâd like to believe you, but hereâs the thing. Youâre doing some weird shit with alcohol, and the next minute youâre saying youâre planning to give my baby brother the best of everything. Doesnât make you look good, big guy.â Pushing away from the door frame, he let his hands drop to his sides, his smile wide but empty. âThe kid talks a big game and makes himself seem all aloof and in control, but weâre not stupid. I just wanna make sure you know that if you break his heart, Iâm breaking your legs. You donât wanna know what the rest of the familyâll do to you afterward. We clear?â
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blueblxzes:
âItâs⊠not a good combo. Especially with the aftertaste; had that shit in the back of my throat for nearly three days. And your baby brother?â
âThat doesnât mean to drink it! I mean Iâve got motor oil and a bag of skittles, I doubt mixing them would be a good idea.â Running a hand through his hair, the white streak mixing with the black before separating again. âBaby brother, yeah. Damian. The guy youâre doing the horizontal tango with. Donât think I donât know, Iâve seen how happy that kid is. Doesnât mean youâre off the hook though.â
blueblxzes:
@chilixdogs â„âd for a starter!~
âPiece of advice for you: donât mix strawberry vodka with peanut butter ice cream.â
âMy throat hurts just thinking about it. Please tell me you donât ply my baby brother with fucked up concoctions like that...â
hyugainterior:
[TXT] Food :(
[TXT] Language!! But yes. We will do great!!
[TEXT] Aw now Iâm hungry.
[TEXT] I canât even say âHellâ? What the hell!
[TEXT] What the H-E-Double hockey sticks!