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Au where nobody tells 10 year old Damian who Jason is. And the way they talk about him, Damian just assumes Jason is like a raccoon or something.
Damian: Grayson, why does Pennyworth leave food on the counter every night?
Dick, on his phone, not even paying attention: Oh, that's for Jason.
Damian: For 'Jason'?
Dick: Yeah. Sometimes he sneaks into the kitchen at night, so Alfred started leaving food out for him.
Damian, confused: I've never seen anyone here.
Dick: Well he doesn't always come. And last time, Bruce caught him crawling through the window and scared him away so, who knows when he'll show up again.
Damian, definitely thinking of a raccoon: So then Pennyworth is feeding a random stray that crawled out of God knows where?
Dick, annoyed: He's not a 'random stray', Damian, he's family, and he has been living in this house for way longer than you have.
Damian, trying to remember how long do raccoons live for:
Damian: I hope he doesn't die soon.
Dick: ????!!
*Later that night in the Bat-cave*
Tim, typing away in the computer:
Damian: Drake. Have you ever met Jason?
Tim: Uh. Stupid, annoying and looks like a skunk? Yes, why?
Damian, picturing a mix between a racoon and a skunk:
Damian: Is he friendly?
Tim: Well, the first time I met him, he attacked me, so...
Damian: Hmm... What did you do to provoke him?
Tim: What did I do toâ Bitchâ
Tim: Nothing! He just didn't like me taking 'what was his', or something.
Damian, nodding: You invaded his territory.
*The next day*
Damian: Father, when do you think Jason will visit again? I want to meet him.
Bruce: Um. I don't know, Damian. He doesn't come here often.
Damian: Why?
Bruce: Because he lives somewhere else.
Damian: Why doesn't he just live here with us instead? He would be safer.
Bruce, wincing: I don't think he would like that, Damian. He's not confortable here.
Damian: But, maybe if I befriend him I could convince him to stay.
Bruce, sighing: I don't thinks so, Damian. You have have to respect his wishes.
Damian: Oh...
Damian: I hope he doesn't get rabies
Bruce: ???!!
damian, in the middle of the night, standing in the kitchen doorway half asleep after exhausting patrol, sees a big figure in front of the open fridge, silently prepares for battle:
jason, in the middle of the night, hunched beside the open fridge in the manor's kitchen, locking eyes with tired deadly looking kid in pajamas: ...hi
jason, slowly moving his hands where the kid can see them, taking a second glass: ...want some orange juice?
damian, frowning: speak your name and intentions, intruder.
jason: ...i thought you, you know. knew already.
damian, frowning even more, now slightly confused: knew what?
jason, slightly ashamed: that i sometimes visit manor's kitchen at night because alfred's cooking is godsend and i don't have time for grocery shopping?
damian, going through ten stages of confusion, grief, disappointment and other emotions: you're jason?
jason, slightly indignant now, but still a little ashamed: yes? who else?
damian: i thought you were a raccoon! not some adult-wanna-be.
jason: first of all, what the fuck, second of all, how dare you.
bruce, walking in, haven't yet realised who is swearing and what is happening: language.
bruce: ...wait
jason:
jason: did you tell him i'm a raccoon?
bruce: wha- what are you talking about-
jason: was it dick?
I tap the mic. âMost people donât want to crawl down your chimney and steal your dog.â
the crowd murmurs uncertainly.
âIf someone wants to steal your dog,â I continue, âthere are easier ways to do that. They donât have to crawl into a chimney.â
Murmuring intensifies. People stand in their seats and begin to boo.
âPeople disguising themselves as chimney sweepers and stealing dogs is not a rational fear,â I shout. âLiterally anyone could steal your dog. Why make sweeping chimneys illegal?â
âI have a list of chimney sweeps who stole dogs from parks!â Someone yells, throwing a shoe.
âYou seriously think no chimney sweepers could possibly ever steal from a home?â Another cries.
âOnly a dog thief would even want to crawl into a chimney to begin with!â Says a third.
A single tear rolls down my cheek. They are all so fucking stupid
This is a metaphor
Stolen from reddit where it wasn't being properly appreciated
"Indigo dyeing silk thread"
In case anyone wonders what the Japanese is saying
The nationâs ultrawealthy are starting to lay low, according to their therapists, financial advisers, and real-estate agents.
Gosh.
Must be rough for them.
lmao
Reblog to induce chronic stress symptoms and debilitating paranoia in a billionaire
Tragedy that they have a name for it, but I gotta appreciate the callback
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One of the funniest things to come out of the live action Titans show has to be the behind the scenes pics because every single one I see of Brenton Thwaites is the most in character depiction of Dick Grayson I've ever seen
Like look at these photos and tell me he wouldn't do this shit
WARNING: organ trafficking stuff
Sequel to this post
Also inspiration from this fic
Oh, Jason... â€đđđđ My wife is perfect.
Should've expected this when you reblogged something involving Jason
THE CHOCOLATE GUY IS DOING SOMETHING PERTINENT TO MY FANDOM!
@3hobbitsinatrenchcoat this might be specifically of interest to you
But also... sincerely and with deepest and utmost respect... fuck this guy. <3
Obi-Wan is like I got the kids in the divorce. They aren't even my kids. Or my divorce
Sharing space is nothing new. Sharing bathrooms is nothing new. The reactionary outrage is so manufactured.
The parking lot? As in the gender neutral parking lot? As in a place where you have no privacy?
These are the bathrooms at the airport in question:
As you can see, complete privacy for all waste-expulsion activities. You only encounter other people around the sink.
This just proves a point that Iâve repeatedly noticed and itâs that every time a bathroom goes gender neutral it gets about a hundred percent safer.
I distinctly remember coming back from college to find that theyâd converted the two of the bathrooms into all-gender restrooms. Among the changes were doors that went all the way up and down, a locking mechanism within the door, and actual door handles. Even the single-occupancy bathroom got a wall for extra privacy.
In contrast, I remember the womenâs bathrooms in my old school. They were broken as shit. Some doors needed to be held by a friend, some doors you held with your foot from inside. The wheelchair-accessible bathroom straight up did not have a door at all. And yet we all pretended this was okay because hey, the womanly honor code. You think that shit would have flown if there were two gender-neutral restrooms?
All Iâm saying is that if I were fleeing a predator or wanted to be absolutely sure I was private, which one would be the better option? The one that assumes that a âno penises allowedâ sign will be enough? Or the one that actually, physically protects me?
Also, nongender restrooms are better for parents. My brother and I grew up raised by my mom. While nothing ever happened to him going into the bathroom alone, not even like a poop accident that he would have needed help cleaning up with, my mom certainly got anxious sending a seven-year-old into the menâs room unaccompanied. A nongender restroom means that parents of small children can worry less about their kids.
Gender neutral bathrooms are The Shit. I love the privacy. Like as someone who gets menstruation related intestinal issues, the ability to just have an actual fucking door, and some goddam privacy is awesome. Gender neutral bathrooms benefit everyone. And back to the parents/caretakers of children thing, imagine if youâre a dude whoâs out with a fairly young daughter or niece, what the hell do you do if thereâs no family or gender neutral washroom? Use the womensâ and deal with the weird looks and/or comments, or chance it with the guys bathroom? Gender neutral bathrooms solve dozens of problems at once, including partially eliminating a need for family washrooms, as a gender neutral bathroom with change tables would take care of all that.
ALSO, this addresses the CONTINUING issue of changing tables only being in women's bathrooms, which honestly in 2025 is just fucking embarrassing.
Happy pride month to my dad. When I came out as bi to him, this man googled what it ment, look at me and said "ohh. Yeah. You get that from me. You'd have far more siblings of I only shaged women." And went right back to his work emails.
villain: who are you?
bruce: I am batmanââ
baby-dick: *appearing out of nowhere* and I am hungry.
bruce: ...
villain: ...
baby-dick: can we get mcdonalds after this?
I HC that Dick's family endangering themselves is one of the only things that really pisses him off, so this is how Robin: Son of Batman happens in my head:
Damian: "I'm leaving on an important mission to atone for my sins. I don't know how long I'll be gone. Goodbye."
Dick: "That sounds serious. Should I bring our Batmobile?"
Damian: "No, you are not coming. This is something I have to do alone."
Dick: "Agreed, this should stay between us. I won't even tell Alfred."
Damian, frowning: "No, you are not listening to me. Only I am going."
Dick, nodding: "Mhm, just you and me, like the good ol' days."
Damian, seething: "You are being obtuse on purpose."
Dick: "Yes, yes I am. Because you are twelve and as important as it is, you are definitely not allowed to go on this trip. So either you let me come along or you're grounded."
Damian, bewildered: "What? You cannot ground me! We do not even live in the same house anymore!"
Dick: "You want to test that theory? :)"
Damian, sensing danger: ".........On second thought, I will let you tag along."
Dick: "Good choice. I'll fire up the Batmobile."