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I needed to see this today.
“Ghosts are real” I can see how you could believe that
“Ghosts aren’t real” it’s very fair and rational that you believe that
“Ghosts aren’t real anymore” I’m about to hear a poem or very sad story
“Ghosts aren’t real yet” the fuck are you going to do
reblog so your followers won’t forget to drink water
Having an argument, and Bruce is trying to offer advice
Tim, sarcastically: Thank you so much, autism central, I think I’ll take it from here
Bruce, stunned: What the fuck?? This is friendly fire!
——
Hal: Gotta say, I love your Dad’s big naturals *makes squeezing motions with hands*
Cass, slowly turns around with horror etched on her face: What
Hal: *snaps picture* Lock Screen *flees before he gets stabbed*
——
Damian, his face very serious and stoic: Father, this mortal shell that I am bound by requires… *takes a deep breath* huggies
Bruce, trying so hard not to laugh: Did your brother teach you that? *pulling Damian into his arms*
Damian, satisfied yet slightly embarrassed look on his face: Yes, Richard said it was the best way to gain physical affection from you
Bruce: You just have to ask baby, maybe not like that, though, you sound pained
——
Bruce, watching Hal from afar: Hrn…
Dick: You’re so in love with him it’s redonkulous
Bruce, pleading softly: Please don’t say the word ‘redonkulous’ to me right now. I can’t handle it
——
Bruce: It’s a no, you guys, and nothing you say is going to change that. I’m putting my foot down
Duke: What if we kidnap Jason every night this week and force him to come to the family dinner
Bruce: …I’m picking my foot up
——
Hal: *saying something without thinking*
Bruce: *looking up at the cameras with a deadpan expression like he’s in The Office*
——
Alfred: I made beans and toast for breakfast. Later, I will make a meal with mushy peas
Bruce, who has traveled the entire world, has had all kinds of cultural food, and hates bland British food: Ooo yum… *strained smile*
Alfred: *nods and walks away*
Steph: That was a little flat, B man
Bruce: Shut up… whatever makes Alfred happy
Damian: I’m glad you share the same taste palette as me, Baba
Duke: What if we sneak out to go get some food? Like, actual food
Dick: I’m down
Jason: Well, let’s fucking hurry before he comes back!
——
Bruce: Let me in there! I’ll do the surgery myself, I’m medically trained!
Nurse: You are not a doctor, Sir-
Bruce: I said medically, not legally!
——
Bruce: Oh, light of my life… get the fuck down from the fridge
Duke: But there’s so much space up here!
——
Bruce, coming back from doctors due to multiple fractures in his leg and a concussion: The clinician is calling it “trauma” or something
Bruce: Don’t know what the fuck she’s talking about
Bruce: I’m as spring as a spry chicken
Jason, driving him back from the doctor's appointment: It’s as spry as a spring chicken
Bruce: That’s what I said?
——
Bruce, walks into the study: ?
Steph, crying her eyes out: Wahhh!
Cass, comforting her: The delivery driver knows her by name. Asked if he’d be back tomorrow
Bruce: Ah, painful
——
Dick, who has frequent hallucinations: Everyone hal-nutes people
Alfred: First of all, it is hallucinates
Alfred: Secondly, no
Bruce, who also has frequent hallucinations: Hmm… I dunno, I think we should hear him out
——
Hal, bringing Bruce coffee: Here you go, babe
Bruce, smiling softly: Thank you, love *presses a soft kiss to his cheek* This is just what I needed
Hal, flustered and smiling dopely: Uh huh, no problem-
Damian, tugging on Bruce’s sleeve: Baba
Bruce: Hi, baby, how are you? *kissing Dami's cheek*
Damian, all smiles at Bruce: I’m good, Baba, I just wanted to see you
Damian, glaring at Hal over Bruce’s shoulder: Get the fuck away from him, he’s mine
Hal, sweating: …
——
Dick: Dad, please sit the fuck down!
Jason: Are you trying to sneak off somewhere? You know we can’t allow that
Tim: Seriously, Bruce, you’re just aggravating your wounds
Bruce: You guys are being dramatic
Bruce: I was lightly tossed over the hood of a car. I’m not invalid
Steph: Don’t say it like that! You got run over!
——
Bruce: I can’t just not give the kids in the alley joyrides in the Batmobile
Bruce: They’ll riot
Alfred: Master Bruce, they’re children
Bruce: They’re Gotham children. We're an entirely different breed. You wouldn't understand
Jason: That’s true
Steph: I support this message
——
Dick, coming in from outside: Hi Ace, did ya miss me!
Ace, running past Dick to Bruce excitedly: Woof!
Dick: Hurts every time
Bruce, petting Ace: You can’t really blame him, he’s my dog, Birdie
Dick: Still
——
Bruce, at a restaurant eating: Oops *accidentally drops napkin*
Patrons: *scrambling to grab it, either to keep it for themselves or give it back to Bruce*
Bruce: *sigh* This happens every time
——
Cass, appearing with a chip hat with one half full of guacamole and the other salsa: Dad
Bruce, half asleep because it’s 1 am: Oh my gosh, I was just dreaming about this
Bruce: You know me so fucking well, I love you so much, princess
——
Stuck in traffic
Bruce, overstimulated from being honked at: Jaylad
Jason: Yea?
Bruce, at his breaking point: Go find the motherfucker who's been honking at me and shoot him point-blank range, please
Jason, scared: O-oh…
Bruce, white knuckling the steering wheel, eyes distant: It’ll be considered mercy compared to what I want to do to them
——
Bruce, down the hall: Where is my sweet boy? My lovely little baby boy?
Batboys: *heads lifting up*
Dick: …
Tim: You guys know he’s talking about me, right? I dunno why you’re all looking up
Duke: In your dreams, spleenless, you must still be fucking sick. Get your head checked
Jason: Oh, and I suppose you think he’s talking about you? He’s known you for the shortest amount of time
Damian: Gentleman, please, it's hilarious to watch you argue when you know who he was actually calling. Your delusions will never cease to amuse me
Dick: Yeah fucking right, I’ve been here longer than all of you! I’m the reason why he wanted to have more kids in the first place. Trying to compare will only hurt your feelings
Batboys, eyeing each other: …
Bruce, still down the hall and in a happy voice: Come here, baby!
Batboys, scrambling to get to Bruce: Tati/Papa/Dad/B-man/Baba!
He’s talking to Ace
——
Bruce: Sometimes you just gotta say “I’m gonna kill myself!” Before moving on with your day
Steph: You’re so right
Duke, snapping his fingers like it was a slam poetry: Speak your truth
——
Bruce, talking about Tim’s weed usage: I’m not telling you to stop, sweetheart. All I’m saying is limit yourself before going on patrol
Bruce: The smell lingers
Alfred: It could be worse
Alfred: At least Master Timmothy wasn’t caught trying LSD behind the bleachers at school
Bruce, scoffing: First, I wasn’t trying, I was doing. Second, I was only caught one time; they didn’t get me any other time with my other stuff
Alfred: What
Bruce: Hm? I didn’t say anything
Tim: I’m gonna leave… it doesn’t feel safe in here
——
Hal, bursting in: Spooky! I have an assassin problem. I need your help
Bruce, groaning: There’s always an assassin problem in this family!
Cass and Damian look up
Bruce: Yeah, you two are trouble, but not today's trouble
——
Hal, watching Bruce beat up an intergalactic villain who's made entire planets cower: I could handle that
*Record scratch* Like hell he can
——
Texting
Hal: I think we need to break up
Hal: I’m not good for you, and I don’t want to drag you into my personal problems
Hal: I could put you in harm's way
Bruce: No
Hal: Okay
Bruce: Say you love me
Hal: I love you so much, babe
Bruce: Good. I love you too
——
Bruce, wearing headphones and chilling by himself: …
Tim, storms in angrily: !!!
Damian, storms in after him angrier: !!!
Bruce, watching them yell at each other without being able to hear a thing: …
Dick, comes in, annoyed and starts yelling at them: !!!
Jason, comes in to instigate: !!!
Tim and Damian teaming up on their older brothers, apparently making up with each other: !!!
Dick and Jason teaming up and waving their hands around: !!!
Steph and Cass peeking their heads around the corner: !!!
Tim jumping on Dick’s back and Dick running out of the room: !!!
Jason grabbing Damian and throwing him over his shoulder before following: !!!
Duke, closing the door and leaving Bruce alone again: …
Bruce, who didn’t hear a single thing being said but is exhausted: … *goes back to reading*
——
Bruce: What doing?
Tim: Trying to collect everyone in the LGBT
Tim: I don’t have anyone who is nonbinary
Bruce: ?
Bruce: You have me
Tim: … what?
Tim: Why didn’t you say anything?!
Bruce: Not important
Bruce: The city needs me
Tim: Okay, yeah, you would say shit like that
Tim: So.. pronouns?
Bruce: Don’t care, more important things to worry about
——
Dick: I’m just… I’m a little sad you didn’t adopt me sooner
Bruce: What?
Dick: Yeah, I guess I was jealous when Jason first came around, and you adopted him immediately
Dick: Why didn’t you want to adopt me?
Bruce: …
Bruce: You’re kidding, right?
Dick: No…?
Bruce: First, it was a different time back then, and I could only take you as a ward for the time being
Bruce: After a few years, I came to you and asked if you’d be okay with me adopting you
Bruce: You weren’t
Dick: …really?
Bruce: You screamed, yelled, and hit me
Bruce: You told me, "If you ever try and replace my parents again, I’ll kill myself and make you watch. I’ll leave a note and make sure everyone knows it’s because of you."
Bruce: So yeah, I never asked again
Dick: …
Dick: I’m sorry… I don’t remember that
Bruce: *shrugs* Didn't think you would. It’s been years, Dick. I understand you were going through a tough time
Bruce: It still hurts, though
——
Hal: Can we have hate sex?
Bruce: But we don’t hate each other?
Hal: Yes, but haven’t you heard of role play?
——
Bruce, smack Damian on the head lightly with a wooden sword: I believe that’s another win for me, Habibi
Damian, frustrated: How?? I’ve trained in the sword my entire life
Bruce: And I’ve trained longer
Damian: But I am a master of the League’s sword technique
Bruce: No, you’re a master of the new and improved version
Bruce: When I was there, I did a complete overhaul, which is the version that you’re using today
Damian: … what?
Bruce: Don’t worry, I know you’ll surpass me
——
Bruce, surrounded by priceless jewelry and picking out what he likes best: Hmm
Steph: Damn, Bruce! This shit belongs in a museum *holds up solid gold bangales*
Tim: I think this one was in a museum… *holding up a diamond earrings*
Bruce: Yeah, it was
Duke: You must’ve spent a fortune
Bruce, confused: What do you mean?
Steph: I mean… this shit would put a dent in any billionaire’s pockets
Bruce: I didn’t buy any of this. They gave it to me
Tim: … why would they do that?
Bruce: I’m Bruce Wayne?
Bruce: The world belongs to me
Duke: Ah… that actually makes sense
——
Hal: Just come over, I’ll make us food
Bruce: No thanks, I don’t eat
Bruce: …
Bruce: Wait, that sounds weird. What did Tim call them? Pick me? Yeah, sounded pick me-ish
Bruce: No, I have ARFID
Hal: I’ll make one of your safe foods
Bruce: I love you so much
——
Batkids: This isn’t working
Bruce: … okay
Batkids: Try different parenting. Act like Alfred *unaware of "parent Alfred" and only know "Grandpa Alfred" which is vastly different*
Bruce: I don’t see how that’s better, but okey? *emotionally neglects them and guilt-trips them all while being passive-aggressive*
——
Cass, sliding in to sit next to Bruce: I see you bought mangos
Bruce: Hrn
Cass: Please cut mangos for me
Bruce: Why? Your brother cuts mangos himself to eat. If you want to eat mangos, go cut them yourself
Cass: Fruit tastes better when you cut it
Cass: Dad, please, I’ll die without mangos
Bruce, preparing to stand up: You are so annoying
——
Duke: What’s one of your favorite Robin moments?
Bruce: Any? You’re not asking me to rank them, are you?
Duke: No, we’ll both get in trouble for that
Bruce: Hm, Steph wanted a main weapon. Like Dick and his escrima sticks or Tim and his Bo staff
Bruce: So she picked up a shovel for like, a week straight
Bruce: She was actually really good
——
Tim, having a depressive episode: I don’t want to survive
Bruce: And yet, you must
Bruce, yanking his blanket off: Up, sweetums, we’re taking Ace on a walk
Tim, slowly sliding out of bed: Ugh
——
Bruce: So let me get this straight
Jason: …
Bruce: You’re mad at me for not knowing something that you’re purposefully hiding from me?
Dick: …
Bruce: Do you see how fucking stupid that sounds?
——
Bruce: My love language is lurking
Duke: Aaah! How long have you been there?!
——
Bruce: I hate everything!
Bruce: I hate the world! I hate myself! I feel like I’m crawling out of my skin!
Ace, trots in carrying Bruce’s meds:
Bruce: Ooh, that makes so much more sense. Thank you, Ace
——
Alfred: Master Bruce was always going missing one way or another, promising he was going to run away
Alfred: Like that one time *recounts story*
Bruce: Ah, no, I was actually kidnapped that one time
Alfred: Hm?
Bruce: Yeah, you seemed annoyed at me, so I just told you I ran away
Bruce: Didn’t wanna stress you out
Alfred, eye twitching: Didn’t want to stress me out…
——
During an interview
Reporter: And how did you end up in that neck brace?
Hal: I asked him to squeeze my head with his thighs
Bruce, blushing: Please stop talking
Hal: It was the best moment of my life
Hal: I wear this injury with pride
——
Cass: We need a distraction
Bruce: Don’t worry, I’ve got this
Bruce, walking out into the camera's line of sight: *smiles*
Paparazzi: *clamoring to talk to him or just get a picture of his smile*
Jason: Damn… I always forget how famous and popular he is…
——
Bruce getting detained for beating up an old guy messing with his kids at a gala
Police person, trying to cuff Bruce: P-please cooperate, Mr Wayne
Bruce, eyes dark and blood still splattered across his cheek: Do you really want to do this?
Police person, trembling and scared: No, Sir *fumbling with the cuffs*
Bruce, voice very close to Batman’s register: You’re going to let me go. Now.
Police person, in tears: Yes, Sir
——
Bruce, coming downstairs wearing a sexy revealing outfit: Hm
Jason, crossing his arms: No
Bruce: … what?
Damian: You heard him, Baba. No way you’re going out like that
Bruce, amused: Oh? And why is that?
Damian: It’s too revealing!!
Bruce: I’m going on a date with Hal, it’ll be fine
Jason: Oh, we’ll see about that
Jason: Guys! Come look at what Pa is wearing!
Dick: What- oh hell no
Bruce: I thought you boys grew out of this
Tim: Dad, I’m gonna have to agree with them. This is... your shirt doesn't even have a back!
Bruce: It’s not that bad
Steph: You look hot, like, out of this world sexy
Bruce, pleased: Thank you
Steph: Which is exactly why you can’t wear it. Too many creeps
Duke: Maybe you should put on a nice sweater or something?
Bruce, crossing his arms: I don’t want a sweater
Dick: I thought I threw out all your tight pants?
Bruce: So it was you! Also, this is insanely hypocritical coming from you, of all people, chickadee
Tim: That’s different! You’re our Dad!
Bruce: I seriously can’t deal with you guys right now. I’m gonna be late
Alfred: Hang on, Master Bruce. Perhaps it would be best if you did change into something less… form-fitting?
Bruce: Not you too, Alfred!
Steph: Like, wow, I feel like we need to hire bodyguards
Duke: Seriously, any sweater will do
Hal, flying in through the window: Hey, babe- whoa… whoa… whoaaaa… *staring at Bruce*
Alfred: Advert your eyes before I make you
Hal, flies down and wraps his arms around Bruce’s waist: Hurt me all you want, I’ll die for this sight a million times over
Bruce: Let’s go on that date. Now.
Hal: On it, babe. I can’t wait to show you off. I can fight bae, wear whatever you want
Bruce, grinning: Hrn
Leaves while the Batfamily yells and threatens to track them down
this too shall pass but the fuck was that for
I need help finding a fic again.
Theres this one fanfic that I read half of a while back that ruined my life and I can't find it again. It was about some events during Tim's time as Robin and the base line of the plot was 'ages ago, Batman and Robin were investigating a serial killer that blood-eagles his victims and Tim touched a cursed ruby(?) cross necklace that made him a target for a fallen angel named Samyana and the 'watchers', which were shadowy mfs that invoked sheer terror. This Samyana dude stalked Tim big time, w old-looking envelopes filled with pictures taken moments before until he eventually kidnapped and tortured Tim. The young boy Robin manages to kill the fallen angel w a scalpel. The current plot starts when Tim and Kon are living together and these old, crusty ass looking envelopes full of stalker pics start showing up again. Tim moves back into Wayne Manor after Kon nearly gets killed by a watcher but then these shadowy watcher mfs start attacking the batfam. Damian and Duke gets their throats slashed (they live) and Tim gets kidnapped again.'
I lost the rest of the fic and I need to ruin my life for a second time
Does anyone know the name or author of it??
Someone (a better angel then the ones this fic's about) found it for me! Thanks to everyone that tried and i love you all, darlings ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
This is the fic if any of y'all are interested:
<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/67811181"><strong>Tim Drake's Guardian Angel</strong></a> (37577 words) by <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/n4tcrack3r"><strong>n4tcrack3r</strong></a><br />Chapters: 11/?<br />Fandom: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Batman%20-%20All%20Media%20Types">Batman - All Media Types</a><br />Rating: Not Rated<br />Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence<br />Relationships: Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Barbara Gordon, Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Alfred Pennyworth<br />Characters: Kon-El | Conner Kent, Tim Drake (DCU), Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Batman, Red Robin - Character, Tim Drake is Robin - Character, DC Spoiler, Black Bat, original Batman villain character, Superman, Barbara Gordon<br />Additional Tags: Tim Drake Needs a Hug (DCU), Tim Drake Gets a Hug (DCU), Protective Dick Grayson, Protective Jason Todd, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Kidnapping, Trans Tim Drake (DCU), Religious Guilt, Catholicism, References to Christianity, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault<br />Summary: <p>Someone is stalking Tim Drake.<br />This would be worrisome, if Tim didn’t know who it was. If he didn’t know who it was, it would be someone smart enough to evade Red Robin, the Bat’s third partner who had wormed his way into the dangerous life of a vigilante, who had proven himself time and time again to be a threateningly intelligent and formidable enemy.<br />But he knew who it was, so he wasn’t worried. He was terrified.</p><p>Or: Tim Drake comes into (unwilling) contact with an old adversary and has to relive past (and present) trauma.</p>
I need help finding a fic again.
Theres this one fanfic that I read half of a while back that ruined my life and I can't find it again. It was about some events during Tim's time as Robin and the base line of the plot was 'ages ago, Batman and Robin were investigating a serial killer that blood-eagles his victims and Tim touched a cursed ruby(?) cross necklace that made him a target for a fallen angel named Samyana and the 'watchers', which were shadowy mfs that invoked sheer terror. This Samyana dude stalked Tim big time, w old-looking envelopes filled with pictures taken moments before until he eventually kidnapped and tortured Tim. The young boy Robin manages to kill the fallen angel w a scalpel. The current plot starts when Tim and Kon are living together and these old, crusty ass looking envelopes full of stalker pics start showing up again. Tim moves back into Wayne Manor after Kon nearly gets killed by a watcher but then these shadowy watcher mfs start attacking the batfam. Damian and Duke gets their throats slashed (they live) and Tim gets kidnapped again.'
I lost the rest of the fic and I need to ruin my life for a second time
Does anyone know the name or author of it??
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Just watched Sonic 3. Going to therapy now, who's coming with me?
[Bullying Prevention Day at school]
Teacher: Lila, what would you do if one of your classmates viciously teased you again and again?
Lila: Oh, that’s easy. I’d take a pencil out of my pencil case—
Teacher: To write something to your teacher?
Lila: —make sure that it’s really sharp, and ram it into their eye at full tilt! My aunt Nat always says the pencil is mightier than the sword because they can’t outlaw bringing pencils to school!
Teacher: [internal screaming]
scars in fiction: I got this trying to save my lover from an assassin- but tragically, I was too late. now I carry the mark of my failure with me always, and I can never forget~
scars in real life: so I was trying to open macaroni sauce with a paring knife
Tell me how you got your scars in the tags
Y'alls got scars from opening cans with a paring knife???
I got scars from when my bird tore a chunk out of my lip because she wanted the ginger cookie I was eating.
Women can write m/m. Men can write f/f. Asexuals can write filthy smut. Lesbians and gay men can write m/f. It's all arbitrary anyway. Who give a shit.
"Oh but they don't have an experience of-" I don't have any experience committing or solving murders either but that's still mostly what I read and write about.
Look.
Sometimes it just works okay!
It definitely works...
My dream as a writer isn’t to get published and make a lot of money, it’s to have a fanbase devoted enough that I can post a story about a background character that had four lines or drop a piece of obscure lore and they go crazy over it
Piper: A GUY JUST ASKED ME OUT
Leo: Ok
Leo: Free dinner
Piper: I don't like guys😭
Leo: But You like dinner
My response to everything is 'For fun'