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I feel like jason todd with a shy gf is just him constantly being torn between doing everything that makes you uncomfortable for you and encouraging you to try it yourself because he doesn’t want your worries to control your life
Like imagine him taking you out to dinner and you really want to ask your waiter if you can substitute something in your meal but the thought alone is making your heart race and meanwhile jason is fighting an internal battle worse than any villain he’s ever been up against. Because on one hand he hates seeing you so worried about something so small and he literally just wants to fix everything for you BUT on the other hand he knows this is a great opportunity to get you out of your shell..
And even worse if you wont ask him for help so now he has to watch you suffer in silence but he’s ALSO suffering bc he can’t decide if he should just give you a little push to do it yourself or if he should step in as your hero and take care of it for you
Sometimes he gives in, sometimes he doesn’t.
But God forbid he finally works you up to handle it yourself and the waiter isn’t as friendly to you as they should be or something else goes wrong bc now he has to make ANOTHER tough decision about whether he should chew them out (and embarrass you further in the process) or let it go and focus on comforting you instead. Decisions decisions…
“yeah i read a lot!”
“oh awesome! What books do you read?”
zine i made about being a boring queer!
nothing more natural than changing and evolving and learning and discovering things about yourself.
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Yo…this is my first post on tumblr.. but here’s the Damian Wayne and he’s little precious kitty Alfred that I drew today!! 💞😼 ( you have no idea how many times I erased Damian’s face over and over again 💀)
Absolute Robins in my style
The ancient texts were true… They DO have a reaction image for everything…
i redrew it + with human skin tones! :)
grwm for a coffin unboxing
Absolute Robins in my style
Shy!Jason Todd Headcanons 𐙚
shy!jason who’s looks can be deceiving. he usually looks somewhat scary, like a cliché from some dark romance book, leather jacket, his hairy messy, scars across his face and peeking out beneath his sleeves, when hiding underneath is a shy, empathetic and sensitive soul.
shy!jason who noticed you at your place of work, a small bookshop near his apartment, months before ever talking to you. the first time the two of you talked, you came up to him as you saw him behind a shelf, softly tapping his shoulder and watching him turn around, eyes wide and startled as the blood rushed to his cheeks at your presence.
shy!jason who was actually hiding behind the shelf before you came up to him, after seeing you smiling at a customer, leaving him short of breath and his brain scrambled.
shy!jason who comes back at least once a week after you introduced yourself and recommended him some books you thought he’d like. what you didn’t know is that he’d already read most of them and just bought them a second time because he couldn’t tell you no.
shy!jason who walks out disappointed in himself every time after talking to you without asking for your number. he’s been so close to just saying the words a thousand times but he just can’t bring himself to say them out loud when he’s face to face with you.
shy!jason who starts staying until you close the shop on your shift and offers to walk you home one night. this becomes a habit. sometimes he’s there during the last hour of you, sometimes he’s held up with red hood stuff (which you don’t know about), so he comes just as you’re locking the door behind you.
shy!jason who’s face flushes so bad when you compliment him. it could be something as simple as praising his taste in books or telling him the color of his shirt is nice.
shy!jason who is walking you home one night when you’re corned by some low-life thugs demanding your personal belongings and holding you at knife point. and suddenly he isn’t so shy anymore. he pulls you behind him, buffing his chest as he barks at the thugs to get lost. you don’t see everything, your view blocked by his broad shoulders, but from one second to the next they’re running for their life.
shy!jason who turns back to a blushing mess when you thank him for defending you. he just nods, avoiding your gaze shamefully as he continues to walk you home. he was scared you would see him in a different light after showing off his rough side. in reality, you’re thinking that the cute, shy guy who always visit your shop just stood up for you, making him even hotter.
shy!jason who’s eyes widen when you ask him on a date that night, finally giving him your number. he can feel his neck heat up as you take his phone and type in your number, your hand brushing his calloused one as you hand it back to him.
shy!jason who goes home that night absolutely delighted, finally getting your number. he can’t believe you just asked him on a date. lying in his bed, he debates wether to text you immediately or if it’s too soon. what would he even say? he died want to come off as needy or too eager, but he also doesn’t want to seem like an asshole. in the end, he decided on a simple goodnight and see you tomorrow.
aweeeeeeee🥹🥲
Henriëtte Ronner-Knip, A dog and her puppies
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the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be a part of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.
ohh yeah im a real piece of shit 👍 job please