Sim

I reblog enough angst that I need to be careful of my own dashboard. 22

[simpleangst]

I now embrace the 'i'm not gonna make this look prettier' bit of pinned posts.

My tags & what they mean:

•recommendations 4 u — criminal minds recs

•dc recs 4 u! — DC universe fic recs

•ready set read! — fic series reblogs

•sim's tissue box offerings — angst

•simiscellaneous — unspecific to fandom

•sim's card — concepts I want to come back to

•simpleangst writings— my writing

My Fics (my ao3— simpleangst):

• Everything I am, and More-- There's something immortal about Dick Grayson, weaved in the very nature of a cruel rebirth. The immortality a wisdom that Batman could never have.

You Too, Jason?-- 'Revenge is best served cold' is a widely accepted sentiment... So why doesn't it feel good?

Perceptions of Self-- Every experience makes a person-- truth. One person is just somebody else's experience-- truth. With experiences stacked up on each other, an amalgamation is born-- truth. Batman-- Sheila-- Joker. Kid, sidekick (?), not-son son, just another tomb in the graveyard. Batman, Sheila, Joker.

Cigarette Ashes and... What was That?-- Now that the Bats have known their Jason is alive and of all people, Red Hood, it's about time Dick and Jason have a conversation.

Ways to Save 'I love you', 101-- There are thousands of ways to say 'I love you'.

News Clippings-- Sweet baby Jason is dead-- much like how Thomas and Martha are. News clippings haunt Bruce's narrative.

You Cannot Save Your Son-- Batman is thrown into a time loop where he will witness his son's death over and over again.

[simpleangst]

When someone is about to work for a rogue, do they have to take something like a physical aptitude test? Hench gotta run 1 mile under 10 mins, hench gotta lift 150+ lbs. Or is there an IQ test? Maybe geniuses need to submit a portfolio?

May I suggest a Rogue Council that has an HR

[simpleangst]

In a parallel dimension, Gotham and Metropolis was combined. As a 'middle ground' of names, the two cities were renamed to Motham.

Bruce Wayne couldn't, and wouldn't, use 'Mothman' as a name because the WV Mothman Wiki and Gotham Mothman would get confused all the time.

Residents of Motham believe Superman is secretly moth adjacent. He came from a red sun planet and he protects Motham. What else is new

[artandbrimstone]

throwing jaybin at my stupid art block to cure it

[noodles-and-tea]

The thing about kids is that they’re so little

[al3xxxj01]

HIII I’ve been dead forever but I’m back and I drew my beloved jaybin so yayyyyy

The quality is so ass tho ☹️

(I found the reference on Pinterest I don’t know if I should link it or if anybody will even see this)

[simpleangst]

the future gazing at the past:

[vistavoid]

Someone to take care of him.

[simpleangst]

aroace Jason is real and because I, too, am aroace, we're about to start the coolest qpr

[grakkie]

Grayson doodle before bed

[the-irreverend]

And stay safe everyone!

[redstonedust]

characters who get the "i can fix him" urge not because theyre a saint who loves everyone inherently but because they think "if i can prove there's good in everyone, maybe i can start feeling like i'm worthy or being seen as good too."

[simpleangst]

how do people daydream without internal monologue I need to know

[artandbrimstone]

aroace jason is real to me

[simpleangst]

Everything I am, and More

Summary: There's something immortal about Dick Grayson, weaved in the very nature of a cruel rebirth. The immortality a wisdom that Batman could never have.

A/N: I became pretty uninterested in this at some point. No editing

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There's something immortal about him, Bruce thinks. He stares at him, his first ward, from across the cave. He doesn't know it, he's chatting with Alfred. His hands fly with animation, bouncing on his heels.

Robin did the same thing— the first Robin, the first to fly away.

The immortality comes through his glee, his anger, his sorrow. What a life, what a schedule. He's only 28 and still, only 9. Sometimes his 16 year old self flits around, thunder in the stillness of his hands.

You can't really 'define' what makes Dick. Is it glee, the same childish passion? Laughing at the rogues, a quip interlacing acrobatics. Or maybe the soul-sucking rage? Standing still, voice thundering, with so much going on.

Somewhere in there, somewhere between 9 and 28, Dick was immortalized. Bruce forces his gaze away, stuffing lost monologue back where it belongs— in a locked box, on a shelf in the back of his mind. Begging to be released, but what good would it do? Somethings are best left unconsidered.

The Batcomputer buzzes quietly, drawing his attention back. There's a case near Crime Alley. It's a big deal and it needs attention. Somebody in a red helmet makes big moves, experienced moves. What's worse— what's worse is this man is familiar.

Painfully familiar.

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Dick's voice floats away from him. It fades into a buzzing, agonizing silence. The computer glows a little too brightly, a little too insistently. It forces Bruce to cram his eyes shut. Just for a minute.

Immortals live long lives, experience many things. Find happiness on the main road, and it might shift into something belonging to sadness, or maybe there's a fork. To the left, anger, and to the right, exhaustion. Mondays through Sundays, a new experience and a new century for the count.

How do you see everything in a mere 19 years? How do you become everything, consumed by all and nothing? To think, Bruce scoffs, that he and his ward experienced the same thing at the same age and there's still... an ocean between.

An immortal is wise, with all of the knowledge of years past to advise the next decision, to be aware of what was and what will be. Laughing, dancing, yelling, grieving, soaring. He lives, he lives, he lives.

Wasn't Batman supposed to be this? Him? Existing, bringing others justice through a hand and an ear. A pang, and the definer of this 'pang' shall not be named, shoots him. Point blank, dragging old monologues from shelves back. Dick is a better person, Nightwing is a better hero.

Bruce knew that— it was evident from day one, it was evident when he founded the Teen Titans, and it was obvious when the son wore the father's cowl.

There's something immortal about Dick Grayson, weaved in the very nature of a cruel rebirth. The immortality a wisdom that Batman could never have.

It's hard to be around him.

[possumtion]

Batfam head turn around

Full image under cut

[simpleangst]

Deaging AU but Jason is deaged to when he was in the warehouse. Perhaps after it blows, where he's panicking and wait, where's the smoke? Why doesn't it hurt? Maybe Bruce got there in time, maybe the bomb never detonated.

anyways happy Friday Eve

[simpleangst]

If I was a genius and a group like SHIELD wanted me, I would quickly refuse anything they would offer me.

If SHIELD fucked up, much like in Winter Soldier, I am not going to be apart of that. I'll stick to my low-level stuff, forget the hero shit