In Gotham University where Jason is studying literature, while Danny is studying engineering. Nobody knew how they even met, but they both showed up one day going out with each other.
Nobody knew why exactly Jason, who is an absolutely beefcake, built like a fridge, was with a guy that totally looks like a loser. He was tinier than Jason - a complete twink-, he often gets up to run to the bathroom citing stomach problems, once you set him off about something, he'll never stop yapping about it.
So, one brave student went up to Jason and asked the question. Why him?
Jason just smirked and tilted his head at Danny.
"Open your mouth."
Danny does so obligingly in confusion. What he didn't know nor did he realise was that once he did, his features started to distort, looking more...not human.
His teeth were sharp and jagged, his mouth was like a gaping abyss, so dark that the only thing that you see was more and more teeth. His eyes took more of a green hue, skin turned paler, and his freckles shone like the stars.
Danny then rolled out his tongue, which came out long and serpentine, flicking it a bit before rolling it back into his mouth, becoming normal once more.
Jason gave a lovesick lustful look at him.
The student immediately understood and simply said 'Have a nice day', because they get why. Teratophilia is a thing, people.
The alarm on his cellphone rang and Danny groaned as a fumbled blindly to close it again.
“Wha’ izzit?” Came a sleepy voice at his back.
Danny rubbed his eyes as he sat up. Then, he turned towards the other man entangled in the sheets.
“Nothing, go back to sleep,” Danny said before dropping a kiss on the man’s forehead, displacing his white streak. The man muttered some unintelligible words as he wriggled around a bit before settling back down.
Danny gave him a fond look before a yawn forced his eyes closed. He slipped off the bed and padded down to the kitchen. With bleary eyes he put the coffee machine on and got the milk out of the fridge as he waited for the beans be ground.
The machine was way fancier than anything Danny had ever owned but his boyfriend liked good coffee and Danny liked making him happy. The breaker-hammer noise stopped indicating the coffee was done and the halfa sipped at it as he tried to figure out what that niggling feeling in the back of his mind was.
Before he could delve into it very far, he heard his boyfriend coming into their little kitchen.
“Did the noise wake you up?” Danny asked as the man wrapped his arms around the smaller man’s waist and buried his head in his back.
“Was already ‘wake,” the octopus masquerading as a human mumbled.
“Want some coffee?”
“Please.” His boyfriend pressed a kiss to his nape before staggering towards the kitchen chair and sagging into it.
”Good night?” Danny asked as he started the machine again.
“The usual,” the man said as he rubbed the sleep out of his face.
“Why are you up early?”
“Gotta fix up the bike.” The man yawned which made Danny yawn too. “It kept backfiring last night.”
Danny hummed as that niggling feeling came back at the mention of the motorcycle. There was something there…
“What about you?” The man said as he held his face in his palm.
“Nothing much,” Danny said as he refocused on the conversation. “I don’t have to go in today, so I’ll probably just study.”
“I made butternut pasta when I came back. There’s some left for lunch,” his boyfriend said as he grabbed a banana from their fruit bowl.
“You’ll be here for lunch?” Danny asked as the flow of coffee stopped and he took the cup away from the little shelf.
“Thanks,” the man said as he accepted the cup. “Probably.”
Danny nodded and he leaned on the counter as he looked into the distance. His eyes caught on a clock and again, that annoying sensation he was forgetting something tickled him.
Clock meant hours which meant seconds which meant sand trickling in an hourglass which meant time passing and Time meant-
“Everything ok?” Came the low tenor of his boyfriend.
Danny shook away the thought and smiled at him. “Just zoning out.”
Then the smaller man finished his cup before he put it in the sink. “Gonna go brush my teeth,” he said as he walked out of the kitchen
“You didn’t even eat!” Came the voice Corning from the other room.
“Not hungry,” sing-songed Danny as he grabbed his toothbrush.
As he put the paste on the brush his mind wandered a bit. He started brushing, in the back and made his way forward. He was up to his canine and he started on his fangs which had him frown. Fangs? Wait a minute.
And then it all came rushing back. Phantom. Ghosts. This was a dream which meant-
“Nocturn,” Danny said. Sure it had been a while since he dated anyone but this was a whole new level of single if Nocturn had resorted to creating the ideal boyfriend to trap him in a dream.
Danny walked back to the kitchen and stood in the door entrance and stared at his imaginary dream boyfriend. Said boyfriend turned his head around and lifted an inquiring eyebrow.
“You really are perfect,” Danny said.
“You say the sweetest things,” the dream-construct said and the corner of his eyes creased beautifully as he smiled.
Danny sighed wistfully before bending to kiss his cheek. “Until then, dream lover.”
With a snap the dream collapsed and the halfa opened his eyes to the green of the Infinite Realms with the ghost sensation on his lips.
Simultaneously, in one of his safe houses in Gotham, Jason’s eyes snapped open as his hand flew to his cheek.
It was the best sleep Jason had since death and he couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Usually his dreams faded as he went about the morning - getting dressed, making breakfast, cleaning his guns - the routine was enough distraction that soft thoughts slipped back into the ether.
(Nightmares were a different matter, and were released on the punching bag hanging in the corner.)
Honestly it had been ages since a dream was so soothing. When sleep didn’t bring horrific memories it was commonly nonsensical fantasies.
But here he was, hours later, still feeling those lips linger on his cheek. Seeing that smile. Hearing laughter.
Laughter wasn’t a part of his life anymore.
Jason shook his head. He had work to do, and shouldn’t get distracted. Dodging punches and bullets took focus and he couldn’t afford injury right now. His family had been breathing down his neck lately about helping with more group cases and he didn’t have the energy for their pity. He had his own territory to defend thank you very much, and with an influx of college students for the new semester trying to find the cheapest housing possible, Jason felt more than a little stressed trying to keep these idiot out-of-towners alive in Crime Alley.
Maybe that’s why his brain had conjured him a boyfriend. It was a reminder that he could use some non-violent stress relief.
He rolled his eyes at himself. Yeah. As if he had time for dating. As if he could find someone who didn’t care he was a vigilante. A crime lord. A murderer. A half-dead abomination who got overwhelmed by the emotions around him.
Jason shouldered his way through the door after a long day of knocking out drug dealers who were trying to encroach on his territory (they knew better but got stupid with the excitement of fresh meat in the form of anxious college kids). If patterns held, rush week would bring a surge of dangerous hazing he’d have to keep an eye on. Then once the campuses settled down the muggings would start in earnest.
As much as he loved Gotham being a center for higher education, he sure hated college freshman. Especially those bright-eyed small-towners who had no idea how to survive in a big city.
Jason left a trail of armor along the floor before slumping onto the couch.
Maybe he could just take a nap before making dinner.
“I know you’re hot-headed but that won’t stop you from catching a cold lying there without a blanket.”
Jason opened one groggy eye to glare up at his boyfriend.
“Only someone with a heart of ice would stand there snarking rather than bring me one.”
They stared at each other for a solid ten seconds before cracking. Laughter filled the room. What a glorious sound.
Jason grabbed the other man’s wrist just as he turned away to fetch a blanket.
“What are you doing?”
“Well look at that,” Jason grinned as he pulled his boyfriend down on top of him. “I caught a cold.”
“Lemme go you little spit-fire,” he kept laughing. Jason never wanted that laughter to stop. “I’ve got homework.”
“I’ll help you with it later. Now be a good blanket and keep me warm.”
“I don’t think staying warm is in my nature,” the words ghosted across his skin before lips pressed against his neck and he shivered. It was soothing as a cool breeze on a hot day.
“Then I’ll keep you warm,” Jason smirked before trapping the man in his arms and rolling over to trade positions.
He forgot they were on the couch and not their bed.
The lurch of falling jolted him awake before the impact of the floor could.
Jason lay on the floor, shivering, the feeling of phantom arms around him lingering.
Danny planned on having a talk with Nocturn about these little things called ‘boundaries’ - namely ones concerning Danny’s relationship status and the existence (or non-existence rather) of the very hot lover who’d been plaguing Danny’s sleeping hours. But… he simply couldn’t seem or want to find the time for it. After all between last minute fights goodbye between him and his rogues-turned-friends, appointments with Frostbite and the ancients, packing for college, and convincing his parents to shut down the portal for good he was stretched pretty thin. And well, spending time with his dream lover was the most relaxed Danny had been in ages, even if it was fake. Of course it was fake. Danny didn’t deserve someone that good in reality. So… in the end Danny had never gotten to it, and he headed out for Gotham with college well-wishes and the burning memory of his dream lover’s lips on his own.
He arrived at his shitty new apartment at the grand hour of ten in the morning after driving through the night. (He’d planned to just teleport over, but Jazz had vetoed that plan pointing out how weird it would be if Danny simply appeared overnight. Which. Point.) So here Danny was in the distinctly non-tank vehicle Danny had bought, and his parents had only added a few weapons to.
Danny clambered out of his car, looked around and saw no neighbors, and promptly teleported all but one of his moving boxes into his apartment. He then took the last one out, locked the car, and sauntered into his beautifully cheap Crime Alley apartment. Yes that was really the name of the street. And yes somebody had probably been murdered in his apartment. But it was dirt cheap and Danny didn’t really have to worry about his own safety!! It’s all about the pros vs. cons baby.
Clicking the lock closed, Danny figured he would greet his neighbor(s?) another time. But for now - sleep and his dream boyfriend. Yanking his bare mattress out of the pile of boxes, Danny collapsed on to it.
“Home sweet home,” he sighed before Nocturn claimed him.
Danny blinked his eyes open blearily to the smell of coffee, and the sounds of gentle motown music drifting through their apartment. He stumbled out of bed and into their kitchen, heading straight for the broad back of his boyfriend. He head butted it in greeting, before resting his chin on one muscled shoulder.
“G’mornin,” he mumbled, inhaling the smell of breakfast-lunch.
“Good afternoon you mean,” his boyfriend replied with a laugh, “it’s nearly two sleepyhead”
“‘S the weekend,” Danny replied haughtily, “I can do what I want.” And he punctuated this sound argument by snatching his boyfriend’s coffee off the counter. His lover grunted in offense and made a grab for the coffee, but Danny was already gulping it down.
“Cold-hearted menace”
“You love me for my air-conditioner like qualities”
“Mmm. I do love my personal ac unit” his lover murmured, switching off the stove and turning to Danny. Danny snorted and pulled his boyfriend closer to him, burying his head in his burning neck. He nipped at warm skin and swayed them gently to the beat of the radio.
“I love you too,” he murmured into his boyfriends neck. “I never want to wake up when I’m with you.”
“…wake up?” His boyfriend asked, pulling back from Danny’s hold in order to stare at his face. “You mean… you’ve been dreaming of us too?”
And just like that the dream shattered, leaving Danny jolting awake in his new apartment with several questions for Nocturn.
Can people dream of each other if they’ve never met?
It was the only thought Jason had as he went about his normal day routines.
Sure, he’d met a few metas and aliens that had telepathy and could send you images, thoughts, and emotions. Even have full blown conversations long distance. But this felt different.
His dream lover wasn’t someone he’d met before in real life. Jason knew the theory that your brain saves images of people you’ve seen before to act as background “actors” in your dreams, but he was certain he’d never even passed this guy on the street before. He would have felt it.
Because he knew that ice core. He knew it.
Except he’d never heard of cores before dreaming of _____.
And that was another problem. He didn’t know his boyfriend’s name. Every time he went to think or say it, it just wasn’t there. A blank space in his mind. But he had so much other information.
He knew his dream man was studying mechanical engineering… but didn’t know his name. He had two sisters - one older, one younger, who was also a clone. How could he know favorite foods, which movies he quoted most, and the way his skin tasted after a shower but not know his name?!
Jason felt like he was going mad.
Because it was _____ who taught him about cores, and how they formed when you died. It was _____ who explained the different types and what powers that might grant a person. Jason had told him about studying with the All Blades, and how summoning magic swords made of fire felt right. Felt more real than a gun in his hand. And _____ had nodded along like having access to magic swords was a normal life skill. It was part of why they got along so well. They understood each others’ bullshit half-lives.
Except none of this had really happened.
It hadn’t even been part of the dream scenes themselves, just the background knowledge dreams came with. The kind of thing that if you tried to describe the dream to someone else, you’d have to give a hour of background explanation for a two minute scene to make sense, before realizing the dream didn’t make sense anyway.
It felt like he’d known _____ forever, but as he focused on what was and wasn’t actual dream moments, Jason realized he’d only dreamt of this man four times over the course of the last two weeks.
He grabbed a notebook and started writing everything he remembered. Then he started writing things he didn’t know and would need to find or ask outright. Name, city, school - anything that could help track him down.
If this guy was real - was truly out there in the world somewhere - Jason was going to find him. He had to.
He woke up with a weight on his chest, and soft hair tickling his chin. They we laying in bed together. His lover resting an ear just below Jason’s sternum. Listening to the heartbeat.
It was something he did when he was stressed.
Jason moved slowly, not wanting to startle him, and started dragging fingertips gently up and down the smaller man’s back. Tense muscles relaxed.
“Are you real?” came a whisper so quiet it almost wasn’t there.
“Yeah,” Jason breathed. “Are you?”
“Yeah.”
“How is this hap- ”
“Stop.”
Jason went still. His heart rate picked up, which he was sure got noticed. Was his dream boyfriend going to break up with him before they ever met? Because if both of them were real people and not just figments of sleep what did that imply? Was this morally wrong? How much of the things they’d shared were considered consensual? How could this continue without some serious rules being set? But if the moment ended every time they looked at it too close then how -
“Ung, I can feel you overthinking. Knock it off.”
Jason snorted. He’d heard those words dozens of times before. But he hadn’t. Not really.
“I just want…” he continued, “I just wanna be held. For a while. Is that… okay?”
Jason didn’t hesitate to fully wrap his arms around the man of his dreams, twisting so they were both laying on their sides, legs tangling together. He breathed in the familiar scent of soft hair, and enjoyed being held close in return.
“It’s okay,” Jason said.
“Are you sure?” he asked, snuggling closer despite the question.
“I’m sure I want to never let you go.”
He felt the smile against his shoulder.
“Sap.”
Jason couldn’t help but tilt his chin down enough to kiss his lover’s forehead. Then he smirked, and whispered a line from a movie he knew would be recognized:
“Can I keep you?”
The shoulders wrapped in his arms lurched with a huff of laughter, warm breath on his skin before the next line of the movie was spoken.
“Casper? Close the window. It’s cold.”
“That’s just you, lover boy.”
They both chuckled, then relaxed further, realizing the desire to stay was mutual. It was strange circumstances, but magic swords and science-made ghosts were real, so why not go with it?
Jason woke up with peace in his heart, and a blaze in his core. They’d just held each other in silence for what felt like hours. Taking and giving comfort.
It was okay that he couldn’t ask direct questions. He knew now those would end the dream prematurely. But it was okay. Everything was going to be okay because they knew the other was real - was out there somewhere to find. Waiting. Still wanting each other despite meeting in dreams.
Jason had been off for a month and Dick was going to find out why.
It’s not that Jason had been acting strange, or out of character. He didn’t think his giant of a little brother was possessed or compromised. It’s just…
He wasn’t as angry? He seemed calmer?
That seemed like a shitty excuse to spy. Dick was happy to see Jason in a better mood, he just wanted to know why. What helped him calm down enough he would let the Bats cut through his territory during a chase last week? What methods could Dick learn and utilize to help his brother come back into his life?
He knew better than to expect Jason to rejoin the family. There was still too much bad blood between Jay, Bruce, and Tim. And while none of them had truly given up on him, they hadn’t really been trying lately either.
Except Dick. He had been doing his best to hang around to show he cared, but also leave when it was obvious he wasn’t wanted in the moment. It wasn’t so much a fine line as a fog covered chasm he kept falling into. Asking for help in hunting down informants was a good tactic, and sometimes Jay would stay for a burger and steal Dick’s fries. Showing up at his apartment was a no-go. That got him left on read for almost two weeks.
But he wasn’t going to give up finding Jason’s new boundaries so he could keep his brother in his life. It would be nice if Jay could just tell him where those boundaries were, but maybe he didn’t know himself well enough to know them either. That was okay too. Dick wasn’t going to abandon hope.
Thus the spying.
It was incredibly difficult to spy on a man who was a paranoid crime lord that had been trained by Batman and the League of Shadows, but Dick was proud to say he did a passing job. He’d been caught a few times, but kept track of any new cameras Jason posted around Crime Alley and where the blind spots were. Hadn’t been noticed for the last week, which he felt proud of.
And now he was trailing a civilian-clothed Jason around GCU campus. Which made sense. It wasn’t part of his territory, but the yearly influx of out-of-state college freshman mostly lived in Crime Alley. (There was a running bet in the family how many freshman would drop out and why. Low stakes for Rogue attacks, them being so common. This year Tim had a lot riding on a handful of newbs ditching class too many times because they didn’t want to fight traffic across two bridges just to get to an ill-advised 9am lecture. He was already winning that bet and it was only a month into the semester.)
The cafeteria was crowded with people avoiding the light drizzle of rain that had been constant since yesterday. Some waiting in lines to use their meal cards, some sitting in study groups, and a surprisingly large circle watching a Beyblade tournament of all things, cheering or booing as the spinning disks crashed together. Ah college.
Dick was tempted to join the crowd but that would risk getting noticed by Jason, who was sitting on a table with his feet on the bench, pretending to read an astronomy textbook while his eyes kept up a constant scan of the large room.
When did he get interested in astronomy? If that was a new hobby maybe Dick could buy a couple tickets to the planetarium and offer an out-of-costume hang out day.
Oops, Jason was on the move. And oh no he was moving fast.
Was he gonna tackle that scrawny kid?! In public?! Usually Jason waited to get a mark alone to interrogate them. And the poor kid wouldn’t even see it coming, since they were walking away. Dick didn’t have time to intervene but he wove through the crowd hoping to deescalate whatever hap-
Oh shit.
Scrawny Kid had moves.
Dick hadn’t seen Jason flipped like that since his Robin days on the practice mats.
“Why did you do that?!” Scrawny Kid shouted, as if they hadn’t been the one to flip Jason flat on his back. Jason didn’t jump right back up to fight either, instead he…
He laughed.
A deep rolling exuberant laugh that made Dick stop; he hung back out of sight to figure out exactly what was going on. He may have also had to blink away tears. He honestly didn’t think Jason would learn to laugh like that again so soon - expected it to take years.
But there he was, smiling up with stars in his eyes at this person who offered a hand to help him up.
“I like it when you throw me around,” Jason said as he stood, and Dick’s jaw hit the floor.
Holy shit. HOLY SHIT!!!!! Did he really just hear that?! And the kid didn’t even blush! Just smirked and leaned in for a kiss which Jason happily provided.
“Get a room!” someone shouted, and Dick wanted to punch their lights out for ruining the moment.
“Got one, thanks!” Jason and his partner shouted back in unison.
Never mind. This was perfect. This was amazing. This just might be the best day of his life. It felt like his lungs were full of bees with how excited he was. HIS LITTLE WING WAS DATING!! He needed to find out everything. No, wait. He wanted Jason to tell him everything over pizza and floats and get every sappy detail.
Should he go up and introduce himself? He really wanted to but Jason might attempt fratricide. Again. Better wait. Maybe drop hints next time they meet and ask subtle questions.
“I just got out of class and was headed home for our nap,” Scrawny Kid said, and Dick tuned back in to listen. At least he got close enough for that. “But since we’re at school instead of home how about you help me study? Got a test next week for fluid dynamics.”
“Sure,” Jason answered easily, “And I’ll make sure you don’t get bored by sprinkling in astronomy questions. I bought a new copy of that ratty old textbook you won’t replace.”
Ah, so the astronomy was for the kid. Maybe Dick could buy those planetarium tickets as a gift instead. Earn some brownie points.
“Hey! I don’t comment on your Shakespeare A-Z that’s lost it’s spine.”
“You leave William alone!”
“Then leave Henrietta alone!”
Jason’s face scrunched up in confusion, “You named your textbook Henrietta?”
“Henrietta Swan Leavitt discovered the correlation between Period and Luminosity, enabling stars to be mapped in 3D rather than flat constellations. She also did the math on how to track the parallax of stars from the change in perspective around her local mountains. She deserves respect.”
“Okay, okay. Truce,” Jason held up his hands in surrender.
“And speaking of a change in perspective, do you know who’s been staring at us?”
Scrawny Kid looked directly at Dick, and he tensed to run just as Jason’s head snapped sideways to find him. Just because he was smiling with his partner didn’t mean Little Wing couldn’t go berserk at having his personal life interrupted.
Not that Dick had even known Jason had a personal life to interrupt! And he most certainly hadn’t intended for all this to come out of the woodwork today. He figured Jason was following drug mules to find dealers on campus, not dating an androgynous astronomy nerd! (Gotta ask for pronouns when Jason finally talks to me, Dick set a mental reminder. Scrawny Kid had a trans flag patch on their backpack but no pronoun pins.)
But then… Jason didn’t shout at him. Or run over to fight. Or even so much as glare! His shoulders slumped and head fell back as his eyes rolled with a huge sigh. The exaggerated annoyance was nostalgic.
“That’s my brother. He’s been following me non-stop all month and this week got so bad I just gave up saying anything about it. Figures he’d show up here too.”
“Aww, is your subconscious telling you to reconcile? That’s cute.”
“No he’s just a fucking stalker annoying the shit outta me,” Jason threw a scowl and middle finger in Dick’s direction. He smiled back and wiggled his fingers in a wave, but stayed put.
“Hm,” Scrawny Kid tilted their head and carefully read Jason’s face. “It sounds like you have a lot to think about. How about we skip studying and I’ll see you tonight instead?”
Jason grumbled something Dick couldn’t hear, but the kid laughed, gave him a peck on the cheek, and poked him right on the sternum as he whispered back. Jay turned to watch as the kid walked away, a little smirk on his face and a glint in his eye.
When he turned back to look at Dick through the crowd a flat stare had replaced all that emotion. Dick couldn’t help but give his little brother a sappy smile and wiggle his shoulders a bit in excitement.
Little Wing huffed and shook his head before pointedly turning on his heel and marching away.
Dick didn’t follow. If Jay didn’t want to talk right now he wouldn’t push it. And he would stop with the stalking. He’d got his answer, after all.
So one of my neighbors has a lawn Roomba or whatever they're called, and this thing trundles around looking like a background robot in the background of the original trilogy, and ABSOLUTELY BAFFLING THE DOGS.
They have concluded, I think, that it's some kind of prey animal because right after this video ended they decided to crouch down and stalk it, which means I'm 90% sure I'm going to have to stop Arwen from eating it at some point.
While I can’t fault your reasoning on robot taxonomy, apparently we’re both wrong: Arwen, as much as she is a high-prey-drive animal, is foremost, a herding dog, and has decided that the Lawn Roomba is a SHEEP.
What happened is the lawn roomba belongs to the guy that does most of the maintainence on the neighborhood park, and he had it out grazing on a different section of lawn when my parents came down for a walk and Arwen was siezed by 200 years worth fo Kelpie Instincts, rolled out of her Harness and proceded to herd the shit out of this tiny, oblivious robot.
Everything was on display- mock-stalking, intimidating eye contact, barking, running in front of it to try to get it to balk, the scariest barking she can muster (which is actually. pretty scary if you’re not used to Loud Dogs), looking back at my parents for directions. or rather, looking at my Mom while Dad tried unsuccessuflly to capture her.
After about ten minutes they realized she wasn’t biting it, and decided to let her play Sheep Simulator 5000 for a while. She eventually figured out that
It doesn’t respond to Yelling, Posturing or Aggressive Eye Contact
It does respond to having it’s wheels or bump hazards hit
It would respond to its side being nosed or slapped by moving in a different direction
Conent that this was apparently some kind of blind, deaf and particularly stupid sheep, she could now manage the robot by smacking it if it got too close to the creek bed or fence for her liking, and was eventually content to sit on the highest point of the field and Supervise (TM) it.
“Hey.” Said Roger, owner of the robot. “Do you think if I put the ramp down she’ll herd it into the back of my pickup?”
Arwen was mostly asleep in the afternoon sun as roger put the ramp down but woke right up when mom Whistled, then pointed at the truck. She immediately went after the robot and did something that wouldn’t have occured to me, an allegedly more intelligent being: the robot is roughly triangular, and when it hits an obstacle, will change direction so that one of its other sides (rather than points) is now the ‘front’. So to get it to move in a straight line in the direction she wanted, Arwen would smack the two sides of the robot that she didn’t want it to go in in quick sucession, and got it across the field, over a small hill and up the ramp as fast as it’s clumsy little wheels could go.
“I didn’t know you had a fully-trained sheepdog!” Said Roger
“Me either.” said Mom.
So Arwen now has a Semi-Weekly Appointment to play with Sheepbot.
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FYI: a MAP is the name p*dos came up with to sound more acceptable. It means ‘Minor Attracted Person.’ If you see a MAP, it’s okay to punch/castrate them
They are fucking disgusting. I’ve had experience with them. Im not fucking around.
go.
to.
hell.
better yet, come here so i can send you there myself you disgusting pieces of utter dogshit.
i’m gonna say it again. The only people allowed to be attracted to children, are other children within like a year maybe a year and a half of their age. Two at the absolute most. No exceptions. Pedos are pathetic excuses for human beings.
Resources For Writing Deaf, Mute, or Blind Characters
Despite the fact that I am not deaf, mute, or blind myself, one of the most common questions I receive is how to portray characters with these disabilities in fiction.
As such, I’ve compiled the resources I’ve accumulated (from real life deaf, mute, or blind people) into a handy masterlist.
Deaf Characters:
Deaf characters masterpost
Deaf dialogue thread
Dialogue with signing characters (also applies to mute characters.)
A deaf author’s advice on deaf characters
Dialogue between deaf characters
Mute Characters
Life as a Mute
My Silent Summer: Life as a Mute
What It’s Like Being Mute
21 People Reveal What It’s Really Like To Be Mute
I am a 20 year old Mute, ask me anything at all!
Blind Characters:
The 33 Worst Mistakes Writers Make About Blind Characters.
@referenceforwriters masterpost of resources for writing/playing blind characters.
The youtube channel of the wonderful Tommy Edison, a man blind from birth with great insight into the depiction of blind people and their lives.
An Absolute Write thread on the depiction of blind characters, with lots of different viewpoints and some great tips.
And finally, this short, handy masterpost of resources for writing blind characters.
Characters Who Are Blind in One Eye
4 Ways Life Looks Shockingly Different With One Eye
Learning to Live With One Eye
Adapting to the Loss of an Eye
Adapting to Eye Loss and Monocular Vision
Monocular Depth Perception
Deaf-Blind Characters
What Is It Like To Be Deafblind?
Going Deaf and Blind in a City of Noise and Lights
Deaf and Blind by 30
Sarita is Blind, Deaf, and Employed (video)
Born Deaf and Blind, This Eritrean American Graduated Harvard Law School (video)
A Day of a Deaf Blind Person
Lesser Known Things About Being Deafblind
How the Deaf-Blind Communicate
Early Interactions With Children Who Are Deaf-Blind
Raising a DeafBlind Baby
If you have any more resources to add, let me know! I’ll be adding to this post as I find more resources.
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