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[voiceforjesus]

Do not fear, for I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name; you are mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned;the flames will not set you ablaze. For I am the Lord your God the Holy One of Israel, your Savior.

Isaiah 43:1-3

[thememedaddy]

[kingdomreigns]

Jesus Christ is the best example of masculinity in a man.

Self-control, forgiveness, patience, sacrifice, love, leadership, ambition, responsibility.

[royalblueghost]

When I am elected president I will institute a law saying that anyone with a net worth over 50 million must, at their own expense, employ a Jester. They must feed, clothe, and house the Jester according to the Jesters wishes, may not fire the Jester, and may not retaliate against the Jester, as the Jester will have Jesters Privileges.

One must spend at least three hours per day on the company of your Jester, and allow the Jester access to your quarterly reports.

The Jesters will be chosen by voluntary lottery. Jesters will be regularly interviewed to make sure they have not become Lackeys.

This law will prevent rich folk from being surrounded with vapid yes-men. A lot of problems with the world right now are happening becuse rich and powerful men don’t have anybody on hand to say “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”

[juju092118]

I’m all in on this when you running?

[the-sparkling-witch]

The Way You Look Tonight- Klaus Mikaelson x f!reader

My Masterlist <3

3.7k: You decided to tease your boyfriend Klaus on a ball and you pay dearly in a delicious way.

Warnings: smut (obvy), light dom/sub dynamics, vibrators, slight exhibition kink, heavy degradation, orgasm delay/denial, but cute (short) aftercare, rough sex, blood drinking, oral sex f!recieving, that's it I think

A/N: I wrote this while I was drunk. It is proof read but a little melodramatic. (And it was hard choosing a title so don't judge please) Also I realized this is only my 2nd Klaus OS on here like helloo?? That's a crime. I need to write more about the man who probably personified the words sugar daddy. By the way there is an Elijah x Gia cameo in here because I watched Originals Season 2 and I can't forget them, they were so adorable. (So was he with Hayley of course) Also I don't think I am running low on ideas, but if you have any requests please don't hesitate to send them!

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The Ball room glittered with decadent elegance while Music drifted lazily through the room, each note winding between guests dressed in silk, velvet, and carefully guarded secrets.

But Klaus Mikaelson wasn’t interested in the music. His eyes were on you. You had wanted to go to dances like this more often and it was a good way for Klaus to keep up appearances.

You had arrived fashionably late, knowing very well he'd be watching the door the entire time. You had gotten ready with Gia who was here with Elijah and you two had taken your time. While Gia had chosen a beautiful yellow dress you had gone for a darker one. Black silk, backless, hugging your curves like sin itself. High slit. No bra. Just confidence and the sharp thrill of Klaus' gaze tracking you like prey.

You approached Klaus and took the champagne Elijah gave you and Gia. "Hello," you said pressing a quick kiss to Klaus' cheek. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close his face still hard.

"You two definitely took your time," he said controlled and you threw Gia a glance who rolled her eyes. "Haste makes waste," she said and Elijah chuckled before leading her to the dance floor.

"Are you angry Nik?," you asked Klaus and he didn't respond for a while, while sipping on his drink. "Of course not love," he finally said his lips curving up into a small smile, "Just glad that you are here. You look amazing."

Klaus was here to have a nice, relaxing evening but you had other plans for both of you. You two had been a little estranged the past few weeks due to the fact that you were just about to finish college and barely had time. All the effort had come from him for a too long time, and you wanted to change that. But for that you had to rile him up a little.

As always Klaus was a business man and here for that as well. And for once you weren't annoyed by it, but every time he turned to someone else you danced with strangers, enjoying their attention for a minute, before moving on to the next one. You leaned in too close during conversations, tilted your head when you laughed, made sure Klaus saw the way one man's hand almost brushed too low on your back. But Klaus didn't move, he only watched and enjoyed your every move. You made eye contact with him one time and he just raised his eyebrows tilting his head questioning

Finally an hour later, you approached him with a glas of Aperol spritz in your hand. “Not even a hello?” you purred, your voice soft enough for only him to hear.

“I’m being polite,” Klaus said, his voice low and dark. “You don’t want me to be otherwise.”

You tilted your head innocently, taking a slow sip of champagne before leaning against him, his hand immediately tightening around your waist. “Is that what this is? Restraint?," you asked a little mockingly

He leaned in, brushing his lips just shy of your ear. “You’re playing with a very dangerous man, sweetheart.”

“And you’re letting me,” you whispered back, brushing past him with a slow glide of your fingers down his chest before ordering another drink. It took you a lot of courage to tease Klaus and he knew that just as much as you. He wore his control like a mask, but you wanted to see it fall.

So you pushed.

Another dance. Another brush of fingers, this time behind his back as you walked by, letting your nails trail down his spine. You didn’t turn around, but you felt the moment he stopped breathing.

Later, you caught his eye across the ballroom and slid one finger down the stem of your glass slowly, deliberately, before bringing it to your lips.

The moment your tongue touched the glass, Klaus was gone from his post.

You turned away before he reached you. Your heart was racing as you felt him behind you. You had been toeing the line the entire evening and now he had seemed to snap. He had let you tease him and now you were going to pay.

He didn’t even say a word as he reached you. He just held his palm up for you, a silent command to take his hand and you knew right now it would be dumb to not listen. That was why set your glass down and took his hand, your heart still racing.

His grip was firm and he gripped you tightly. Not a word was spoken as he guided you through the glittering room, past the festivities, down a quiet corridor lined with ancestral portraits and thick velvet drapes.

The air changed once you left the main hall. "You know this place?," you asked your voice sounding less composed then you had hoped.

Klaus said nothing as he opened a door and ushered you inside. It was a study that looked as if it had been stolen out of the 18th century. Black armchair as well as candles and more. He shut the door behind you with a definitive click of the lock.

You turned to face him, but Klaus was quicker. He was on you in a flash, backing you against the desk, his hand curling around your throat reminding you to not make a dumb comment.

"You think you're clever?" he growled, his accent thickened by restraint, his lips brushing yours. You licked his lower lip, but he ignored it. “Wearing that dress. Parading around like a spoiled little brat. You thought I’d just stand there and let it slide?”

Your eyes fluttered your arousal raising immediately as his grip tightened slightly. “Maybe,” you whispered, voice breathy. “I was just dressing for the occasion.”

He laughed darkly. “Oh, of course you did. This is a ball, you look like a little slut.”

His hand slid from your throat down your body, slow and firm palming your breast through the silk. You whimpered as he rolled your right nipple between his fingers. Then he went lower, his hand wandering over your stomach, to the hem of your dress. He shoved it up with one sharp motion, revealing the lacy red panties you wore. He ran his fingers over them and chuckled as you immediately tried to grind down.

“You’ve been wet all night,” he said, his fingers teasing between your thighs, parting you gently but not giving what you craved. “Dripping for me. While you pretended you were in charge.”

He reached into his jacket pocket pulling out a small, silver toy glinted in the candlelight.Your breath caught, "Do you...do you just carry sex toys with you everywhere you go?," you whispered.

Klaus chuckled, "Let's say I had things planned tonight. But this...this is even better. Now I get to enjoy myself," he paused, "However I don't know how you will feel about this." You shook your head trying to squirm away but Klaus held you back.

“You wanted to be a brat,” Klaus murmured, brushing the tip of the vibe against your folds, “Now you’ll learn what happens to brats.”

Klaus checked for a second if you were showing any signs that you really didn't want this, and as he found none he slid the toy inside with deliberate, slow pressure, placing a magnet on your panties that would made sure it wouldn't fall out. Your body arched and your breath stuttered. But he didn’t let you move, his hand kept pressing firmly against your hip, holding you still against the desk.

“You’re going to wear this for the rest of the night,” he whispered at your ear, showing you the remote in his hand. “And every time you act like a tease, every time you look at me with those eyes, I’ll remind you why you shouldn't act out.”

He clicked the button and low vibration sat in immediately. It was barely a hum but it was enough. Enough to make your thighs tremble.

You gasped, gripping the desk behind you, your body already aching trying to coax Klaus to touch you, but he stepped back, fixed his jacket, and looked at you with devilish calm.

“You wanted to play, sweetheart?” he purred, opening the door for you, “Now the real fun begins.”

Every step back into the ballroom was a balancing act, your heels clicking against marble, while you made your way back to the dance floor while that fucking toy was buzzing inside you. Gia and Elijah had already left and you were glad. They were both vampires and would have been very able to hear the toy.

At the moment it was set to the lowest setting, which was madening. It was just enough to make your muscles tense and your legs shake. It was just enough to keep you constantly wanting. Just enough to remind you of Klaus who was behind you, his hand softly on your lower back.

He walked beside you like nothing was out of place, and you knew when he was this composed he was enjoying himself the most. Nevertheless was the remote in his jacket pocket, and his hand brushed it with maddening ease.

"Smile, love,” he murmured as you passed a couple. “Don't want anyone suspecting how soaked you are.”

You bit down on your lip, forcing a smile. Forced elegance, you could do that.

He leaned in as you reached the bar, his lips brushing your ear. "You're trembling."

You exhaled slowly. “Maybe I’m just cold.” He chuckled darkly. “No, you’re desperate. And I haven’t even started.”

He slid his hand behind your back, fingers brushing low before dipping into the small of your back. His other hand? Casually flicked the remote. The vibrations jumped to medium. Your knees buckled but you had to steady because Klaus wanted to dance. He turned you on the parquet to a waltz while the setting remained the same.

After the dance you hurried off the dance floor and gripped the bar to steady yourself, pretending to reach for the drink the bartender gave you. But your breathing betrayed you, it was just a little to shallow while your pupils were dilated.

Klaus stepped behind you, pressing his chest to your back. To anyone else it looked as if he was just hugging you and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"Imagine if they knew," he whispered. "What you're hiding under this dress. That I’ve kept you just on the edge while you play the polite little guest. You look so adorable."

The toy pulsed inside you, a lot harder this time and your stomach clenched. You had to bite back a moan but Klaus had noticed it and chuckled as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “You’re close, aren’t you?”

You nodded, barely able to think past your own pleasure. “Please…”

He smirked and turned it off.

Your breath hitched at the sudden absence of vibrations. Klaus walked around to face you, completely unbothered, fixing the cuff of his sleeve as if nothing had happened. “That’s not how you beg,” he said. “Not nearly good enough.”

You glared at him, lips parted, flushed, desperate. “Klaus-," you started as he sat down at the bar. It was not only the toy inside you, but also the fact that he looked ravishing. If he would have told you to take off your dress right here for him, you would have done it.

Suddenly another flick. It was back on.

Your whole body jolted at the unexpected sensation, while your hands gripped the side of the bar, your knuckles turning white. Klaus kept the pressure just enough to make your thighs shake. To make your core tighten. To make you feel the orgasm right there, hanging by a thread.

He whispered against your neck, one hand grazing down your side.

“You won't come yet. I want you desperate when we get home. Messy. Ruined. I want you begging for it."

You whimpered again. “I already am. Please, Klaus, please, just one. ”

He turned it up again, just a bit and for a second you thought that maybe he'd let you come. Your head fell against his chest and you had to bite back a lot of moans. He gripped your chin, tilting your face back up to him.

“Eyes on me,” Klaus growled. “I want to watch them flutter when I deny you again.”

You could have come just from him voice, but as you looked up you saw the dark amusement in his eyes and just before you tipped over the edge, again he clicked.

Off.

Tears stung your eyes as Klaus kissed your cheek and you had to hold onto him. You looked around. No one was paying attention and if they would have it looked as if you two were just hugging.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “Now be patient.”

-

As you finally left you were struggling to conceal the shaking. It was hard but you had managed the entire night. Until the doors closed and Klaus opened the passenger door to his car. He helped you in and you immediately thanked him in your mind for the tinted windows.

Nevertheless there was nothing gentle about the way he leaned down to whisper, “Keep your legs closed unless I say otherwise,” and closed the door.

You didn’t speak when he got in. Neither did he and so you were only shaking trying to follow his command and keep your legs closed.

The car was silent except for your breathing and the obscene little whirr of the vibrator inside you, ramping up again. You had no idea how Klaus was able to focus on the street and on the remote control in his pocket. But the thought was slapped out of your mind as he turned it on again. You gasped, your back arched and your hips lifted instinctively from the leather seat.

Klaus didn’t even look at you.

One of his hands was on the wheel, the other resting lazily on his thigh, while he drove like nothing was wrong.

"Pathetic," he muttered, glancing at you with that cruel little smirk. “You can’t even sit still for a ten minute drive without acting like a fucking mess.”

Your head rolled back against the seat, one hand gripping your thigh, the other clawing uselessly on the door.

“Please, Klaus-" Your voice was a sob, a cry for mercy “I can’t… I need to come, I-fuck please.”

He clicked his tongue. “Already begging? You didn't even make it a full minute in the car”

The toy pulsed harder. You cried out. It was an actual, shameless scream that echoed in the car. And still, he didn’t turn it off.

He just looked at you.

“Do you even hear yourself?” Klaus asked, voice low and cold. “Whimpering like a slut. Grinding your cunt into my seat like some desperate little thing. What would they all say if they saw you like this?”

You gasped, clenching your thighs, trying to hold on, but your body was on fire. You didn't even care about his insult you were just trying to get to the peak of your pleasure.

“Klaus, please!” Your voice cracked. “It hurts me, please, let me-”

“Oh no, love,” he interrupted smoothly. “You don’t get to come. Not until you’ve earned it.”

You whimpered again, louder this time, your legs shaking, face burning, thighs slick and soaked through.

His hand finally moved from the wheel to your knee. You weren't sure if you were happy or even more frustrated because of that.

His hand slid up your thigh, pulling your legs apart despite your body’s instinct to clamp down. You opened them finally for him.

“Look at that,” he murmured, “You were so smug an hour ago. Thought it was a good idea to tease me. And now?”

He pushed your dress up, just enough to expose your trembling inner thighs.

“You’re just a wet, shaking, needy little mess, who wants to be fucked so badly”

He pressed a single finger to the bulge of the toy inside you, just enough pressure to make you cry out again. And still he showed no mercy whatsoever

“You’ll come,” he said, his voice almost kind, “When we get home.”

You sobbed again, feeling humiliated and turned on but Klaus just chuckled as the car rolled through the dark streets, the city blurring past.

Every red light was another minute of torture. Every flicker of the remote was another denial.

And when the house finally came into view, you looked at him with glassy eyes. He just smiled, "Come on don't give up now."

The moment the front door slammed shut behind you, Klaus grabbed you by the throat and pinned you to the wall, lifting your dress with the tips of his fingers.

His hand wrapped tight around your neck, your breath catching instantly. You could see how hard he was and it made you swallow. A few hours ago you had been all sure and teasing but now you knew he was not going to be gentle.

“You wanted this,” he growled, eyes burning gold, voice ragged, "All night you begged for it. Now take it.”

You looked into Klaus' eyes and you saw the danger in them, but you also saw the love you could always see. No matter what happened the moment he looked at you was also the moment you realized how much he loved you. He didn't move for a second and you noticed that he was waiting for you permission. "Yes, I will," you whispered and Klaus smiled.

He kissed you hard, his tongue immediately pushing past your lips, his hand that had just teased the edge of your dress wrapping around your waist. You moaned into the kiss, and jumped up to wrap your legs around his hips. He immediately squeezed your thighs.

As he set you down his hand dropped to your thigh, hiked your dress up, and pulled your undergarments off. He kneeled down and jerked the vibrator out, putting it back into a small little box. Then he slowly dragged his tongue over your folds making you shiver and whimper beneath him.

“You don’t come until I say,” Klaus hissed, his thumb pressing onto your clit “Do you understand?”

You nodded, breathless. “Yes, Klaus, please!;" you begged but he didn't even give you time to finish your plea. He continued to eat you out, sucking onto your clit while his fingers pushed inside you. As you were close he stopped again and threw you onto the couch. His appearance was disheveled and he practically ripped his clothes apart while getting undressed.

He was on top of you again and yanked your dress up over your hips. He didn't give you time and just slammed into you with a single brutal thrust. Your scream of relief echoed off the walls.

Finally. Finally. Fucking finally.

Klaus wasn't going to stop anytime soon. He was normally the type who enjoyed a long foreplay but not tonight. No, he was done with the teasing. You moaned your hips bucking up. You moaned his name as you held onto his shoulders while he whispered praise into your ear. A sharp contrast to his earlier words in the car.

Your orgasm built like a wave it came fast and brutal. He felt your body clenching around him and that was his sign to slow. Just a beat, enough for him to whisper, "Don't come yet." You screamed in complete frustration tears running down your cheeks, your body shaking beneath him.

He reached down, thumb brushing over your clit with wicked precision. “You want to come?” he whispered. “Beg like a good fucking girl.”

You were crying wanting nothing more than to come. “Please, Klaus, please, let me- I need to, I can’t, I need it!”

Klaus' sped up again, kissing you before whispering into your ear, “Then come.”

He gave one final, punishing thrust and you shattered beneath him. You screamed and cried as your whole body spasmed, stars bursting behind your eyes, wave after wave tearing through you. Klaus didn’t stop, he continued to fuck you through it mercilessly. He didn’t slow until you collapsed beneath him, twitching and boneless, gasping for breath.

He came with a guttural moan, buried deep inside you, his grip bruising on your hips, his teeth at your neck. He drank deeply from you and it somehow added to te pure post-orgasm bliss.

Your body trembled, spent and broken and satisfied.

Klaus stayed on top of you for a moment, breathing hard, forehead against yours. “Next time you act like a brat,” he murmured, brushing a kiss against your cheek, “I’ll spank you and make you beg for days.”

You smiled weakly, eyes fluttering shut, "Can't wait," you whispered. Klaus noticed your exhaustion and sat up slowly kissing your face, "Love, are you good?," he whispered and you nodded. "Yes, but you owe me the best aftercare in the history of aftercares. And like one million cuddles," you whispered. Klaus chuckled and picked you up and carried you to bed. "I'm sorry I have been absentmindedly the past weeks," you mumbled but Klaus shook his head as he gave you one of his shirts. "Don't worry. Your exams are important," he said and you pressed yourself against him. "I love you, Klaus," you whispered and he smiled at you. "I love you too."

[blackleatherjacketz]

Shadow and Sin

Klaus Mikaelson, Elijah Mikaelson x Female Reader

Summary: (NSFW) Having just recently moved to New Orleans, you get intimately acquainted with both Mikaelson brothers, but don't find out who they truly are until it's too late.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Final Chapter

[papayafromtv]

Jason and Tim thought it would be funny to trick Bruce and Dick into seeing a couples therapist under the guise of it being family therapy but it worked weirdly well and now it’s super awkward because every time Dick talks about how much Bruce’s fathering attempts with him are improving because of the therapist they both have to hold their breath and try not to say that the therapist thinks they’re a gay couple and actually this is only really proving that Dick and Bruce’s relationship is way more fucked up than they thought-

~

Dick: it’s actually been going really well, i’ve felt way more respected and cared for as a person rather than just an asset

Bruce: the weekly bonding time was a good idea, i feel much more connected to him.

Therapist: that’s great! now that you’re both building trust again, you can start to see the blessings of your relationship outside of just working in the same field. has there been any noticeable improvements in the energy of the bedroom department?

Bruce:

Bruce, abruptly remembering that Jason and Tim picked this therapist and Jason and Tim are assholes: what.

Dick, oblivious: well he’s stopped coming into my room without knocking? if that’s what you mean?

Dick: and there’s no security cameras anymore which is a plus-

Bruce, sinking down in his chair: for the love of god Dick shut up.

Therapist: now now, this is a safe space. it’s perfectly normal for people to engage in videotaping of sexual moments, but if Dick felt uncomfortable with that then his wishes should be respected.

Bruce:

Dick:

Dick: hold on. what now?

Jason and Tim in the vents, rapidly scrambling away: ABORT ABORT

[catwoman-is-my-mom]

Jason and Tim would so do this and then like disappear for a week after dick and bruce find out. I feel like bruce and dick would end up going to family counseling after all the mishaps happen

[feelingbat-ty]

Family counselling therapist: So, what brings you here today?

Dick: My little brothers decided to send my dad and I to couples counselling to work out our issues.

Therapist: Oh, um.

Bruce: To be fair it was working

Dick: But my siblings are arseholes and so we only found out we were going to a couples therapist after she started enquiring into our sex lives.

Bruce: which we do not have. Because that is not our relationship.

Dick: it was awkward to say the least.

Therapist: …

Therapist: this may be above my pay grade.

[juju092118]

Bruce: I can help with that what pay grade do you need?

Dick: I don’t think that’s what she means Bruce… is it? Cuz if that’s the problem then yeah he can definitely fix that.

Therapist:…. I’m gonna need my own therapist after this

[die-erlkonigin6083]

Deaged Danny Phantom DPxDC Fic Recs

I'm a big fan of Deaged Danny fics and other deaged fics, so I decided to make a fic rec list for some of them! They are in no particular order. I did not rec any of my own fics.

[The Boy King and the Dark Knights] by smallgaything

This is an incredible fic that always makes me laugh! I love it so much. Jason is also a fantastic dad.

2.[Eldritch Toddler] by Halfagone

Danny's just a creepy little toddler that that the bats have to watch over until the spell wears off. It's very fun!

3.[Raising Phantom] by Imp_y

Danny got deaged and is being raised by Jazz in Gotham! Super cute!

4.[Knight of the Boyking] by Milaley

Danny gets deaged, and hides behind Batman when the GIW come to get him. Batman and his adoption tendencies kick in and it goes from there.

5.[Imprint] by Hashtag_DriveBy

The Pit calls to Jason and gives him an infant Danny. Fright Knight arrives to explain things and sorta help out. Incredibly well written.

6.[Gotham's Youngest Ghost] by mimsyborogrove

Danny gets deaged, and he's alone in Gotham with Cujo. He gains the attentions of some bats!

7.[Don't Leave Me in the Dark] by Astra_Nova_Kat

Lovely fic, can't wait to see where it goes! Baby Amnesiac Danny gets found my Jason.

8.[Visitant Lights] by Shynnohwen

Very unique in that it's the entire Fenton Family that gets deaged. The premise is super interesting! I'm not caught up, but what I have read is super fun!

9.[If you find a vigilante in the dumpster] by lunamugetsu

Very cute, we have a four year old deaged Danny being raised by Jazz. Like it says on the tin, they rescue Jason from their dumpster.

10.[5 times Jason Todd was acting strange and 1 time the batfamily realized why] by lunamugetsu

Very cute little 5 and 1 story :)

[timmydraker]

Damian: I’ve been volunteering at the hospital

Tim, who owns a medical company: …

Damian: father doesn’t approve of this because it cuts into my patrol time but I think it’s because I kept it from him

Tim, who likes to disobey Bruce: …

Damian: I fear I may have to make a choice of either continuing as Robin or pursuing my goals of becoming a Doctor

Tim, who dropped out of school: …

Tim: So, weird question, and I’m totally just brainstorming here, like just throwing this out there but like… you’re still a minor so what if I adopt you and pay for your schooling and maybe hack into a few schools so you can learn stuff ahead of time and eventually I could employ you at my company and maybe even build you your own hospital?

Tim: haha wouldn’t that be funny and totally piss Bruce off cause I’d be your dad

[notrobinsomethingworse]

Dick (Nightwing) and Jason (Robin) stare at Bruce. One sports pleading eyes, the other a shit eating grin. There’s a child between them with black hair and blue eyes.

Bruce, he doesn’t know what’s happening but he doesn’t like it: No.

Dick, grinning: He’s our younger brother now.

Jason, nodding seriously: You’re not gonna take him from us.

Tim, got kidnapped while taking photos of patrol, just happy to be there: Where’s the Batcave?

Bruce: what.

Dick, grinning wider: He’s ours now.

[chaoticbatfam]

Bruce:

alfred: I, for one, Master Bruce, think this will be an enlightening experience

Bruce: I heard the “karma” in there clear as day, Alfred

Alfred: you said it, not I

[belladonna-nyx]

Did we all collectively agree that Tim chooses to have a public feud with Red Robin as a way to cover his identity?

___

Reporter, pushing a microphone on RR: What are your thoughts on Tim Wayne's recent kidnapping?

Red Robin, deadpan: He's an asshole cosplaying a feral racoon and whiny bitch.

-Later that day-

Tim, watching the news: Well fuck you too *flips off the TV*

Batfam: *concerned*

___

Bernard, who's publicly in a relationship with Timothy Drake-Wayne, was caught kissing RR on a rooftop. Kon-El, who the world thinks definitely has a thing with RR, was seen carrying Tim back to a penthouse at night.

This leads Gotham city to believe that Tim and RR stole eachother's boyfriend. Thus fuelling another war between RR and Tim on twitter.

It didn't help when a picture of Bernard and Superboy having a date was posted online.

___

Tim: *requested and funded a Red Robin joint to be built in Gotham city *

A video of RR staring at the building offended and distained from across the street went viral.

[imtired-likerllytired]

Broke: Dick has no degrees and dropped out young

Woke: Dick has like 7 fully completed bachelors bc he keeps taking college courses to keep busy/ learn new skills as nightwing and ends up just having a fuck ton of credits. He simply doesn’t tell Bruce to make Bruce sad that none of his kids have graduated college.

[juju092118]

Gotham U rep talking to reporters when a jealous student outs him as a student:Yes he currently is still attending our wonderful university as for which degree he’s going for I haven’t the foggiest. He has at least 7-9 degrees now, possibly more, don’t quote me, he takes so many classes, actually I remember he actually had all his random classes somehow line up all at one time to give him multiple degrees, by multiple I mean 3, all on the same day, did I mention it was supposed to be the middle of the second semester when this happened? Don’t ask me how we still aren’t sure but yes it happened and yes he really did get all the credits and did all the work and passed with flying colors and is still enrolled in more classes… and has more lined up after these…. He’s never leaving…. He is a professional student, one of the best I have seen. Knowledge is his drug and I wouldn’t stand in his smiling way

[strangedesired]

Supportive parent Bruce Wayne

Damian showing him all his artwork because he knows that he will get the brightest smile and a “That looks beautiful sweetheart” every time

Dick being so excited to bring his dad to his gymnastics show because he knows that Bruce will start crying every time he lands a trick, without fail, and that means the women that come to watch will have someone else to fuss over

Someone at WE mentioning they don’t trust Tim because of his age and Bruce immediately scheduling a company wide meeting so he can express just how exceptional his son is. Tim’s face is the most red it has ever been the entire time

Cass doesn’t even have to do anything, he is just always looking at her with a fond little smile and on the verge of tears but sometimes, when she wants a little more then normal, she will take one of Jason’s books and read as much as she can aloud. That man absolutely loses it and hugs her as tight as he can while sobbing about how far his baby has come

Jason acts like he couldn’t care less about Bruce’s support, but the first time he overhears Bruce talking about him at a gala, telling some rich idiot who was questioning business decisions that Jason is the most competent man he has ever known and would trust him with not only the WE weapons department but his life, Jason pointedly does not look at Dick, who has a shit eating grin on his face, and walks as fast as he can to the bathroom

The best part is that Bruce doesnt even have to try he is just genuinely that proud of them

[juju092118]

Jason: *back at the manor * I one you lord to the normies but damn B you didn’t have to that far.

Bruce*stone faced *: I never once lied tonight didn’t need to. *walks away*

Dick: *looks at J*

Jason: *sobbing * oh my gods HE LOVES ME?!?!

Dick:*smiling * yes. Yes he does.*patting js back*

Damian enters the room IMMEDIATELY LEAVES

[glowsticks-and-jesus-deactivate]

My dream is simple: one day I want to be financially secure enough to give back to everyone and anyone who needs help. I want to help people so so bad but it’s very hard when you hardly make bills every month! One day, things will be different. ❤️ I keep hoping that, so one day we can help people who are in need as well~

[papayafromtv]

Tim: what's the meanest thing you've ever done?

Jason: i know you expect me to say trying to beat you to death that one time, but in the league i once told Damian that Talia was lying about his heritage to manipulate Batman and his actual father was Lex Luthor. so that.

Tim: ?!

Jason: yeah i faked a DNA test to prove it and he believed me for like 4 months.

Tim: holy shit

Jason: to be honest the meanest part was probably putting hair removal cream in his shampoo and convincing him he was going bald due to genetics. he was nine.

Tim: you are my hero. hear me say these words. I. Love. You.

Jason: i know buddy. i know.

[glowsticks-and-jesus-deactivate]

[saint-ambrosef]

we don't talk about Joseph's fear enough. like imagine you are told that your betrothed is carrying God Himself in her womb. imagine the fear you probably feel for her safety since she is pregnant outside of wedlock and everyone is looking at you suspiciously. imagine having to walk 90 miles to your hometown when she is 9 months pregnant. imagine arriving in bethlehem but there is no where for your heavily pregnant wife to stay for the next ew days until the census, but it's mid-winter, and the best you can do for her is a smelly barn because an innkeeper took pity on you. now she's having contractions and you don't know what to other than call the town midwife, hold her hand, and wish that you could have given her and the child better than this. imagine that the birth is over and the baby Messiah is healthy and the mother is okay, and you think you can finally breathe a little, and then an angel tells you that this precious little boy will be brutally murdered and hunted by the king if you don't immediately flee that night to a different country. and for the whole 600 mile journey to cairo you are constantly looking over your shoulder.

imagine Joseph's fear, and his perseverance despite it.