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Part 14 of my The Owl House: Lunar Eclipse AU is up!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/78602741
The only acceptable trans Tim headcanon would be Tim introducing himself to the batfam as a boy from the get-go with such confidence that no one questions him. Then, his first solo case as Robin is investigating the disappearance of Jack and Janet Drake's "daughter," so he pretends to have a twin sister by forging a bunch of documents and photoshopping family pictures. He then fabricates evidence of her death, committing multiple crimes in the process, and holds a fake funeral at the end. Because if his previous name is dead to him, he's gonna kill it the Tim Drake way
Sometimes when I think of your Sonic and Carl fic I like to imagine that Tails and Knuckles will eventually find their way to Carl and he'll have to keep his grandsons 'Nicky', 'Miles', and 'Knox' out of trouble. Tom of course freaks out cause where is Carl getting these kids from, shenanigans ensue
Skipping the how-did-this-happen and going right to the shenanigans is proving to be absolutely DELIGHTFUL thank you for this ask
Sometimes I think about how this fandom looked a broken fictional family in the eyes and said there is love and healing and second chances here that I will dig out even if my hands bleed raw and I think that says less about the source material and more about the kind of people we've chosen to be
“so what’s your favorite batfam trope?”
“bruce calling his kids sweetheart/sweetie/baby/any petname”
“what—“
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Dick, accidentally scraping his knee: ow
Bruce, worried: you okay, dear?
Dick, a 30 year old man:
Dick, tearing up: no…
Cass: 😐
Cass: *period cramp*
Cass: 😐
Bruce, knocking on her door: cass?
Cass, suddenly on the floor curled up and sniffling: dad, period hurts 😢
Bruce, slamming the door open, picking his daughter up then tucking her back in her bed: i’m sorry baby. i’m here now, what do you need?
Red Robin, cranky and stressed, having been awake for 120 hours: ugh! why can’t you people do anything right!?
Wonder Girl, also sleep deprived: you arrogant piece of—
Red Robin, suddenly walking away, grabbing his civilian phone: *angrily dials a number*
Bruce, in a WE meeting, answering: hello? tim?
Red Robin, voice breaking: dad?
Bruce:
Batman, requesting access to Mount Justice:
Superboy, eye bags darker than black: what’s batman doing here
Red Robin, packing up, speed walking out the door:
Batman, out of sight: oh, don’t cry sweetie, let’s go home hm?
Bruce, washing the dishes:
Damian, entering the room: baba?
Bruce, smiling: yes?
Damian, shuffling towards him, holding something behind his back:
Bruce: what do have there?
Damian, embarrassed but determined, holds up a drawing of him and Bruce:
Bruce:
Bruce, tears streaming down his face: it’s beautiful habibi
Bruce: *sleeping*
Jason:
Jason: b
Bruce: ?!
Bruce: j-jay?
Bruce: what are you- oh.
Jason, laying next to him, face hidden in his chest: fuck you.
Bruce:
Jason:
Jason, quietly: i take it back. love you…dad.
Bruce, crying again: i love you too, sweetheart
In a JL meeting
Superman: lex thor lex luthor lex-
Wonder Woman, bored:
Flash, bored:
Green Lantern, bored:
Aquaman, bored:
Green Arrow, bored:
Batman, paying attention, nodding, taking notes:
Captain Marvel:
Captain Marvel: *sneezes*
Batman, automatically handing him a tissue:
Captain Marvel: thank you batman
Batman: you're welcome darling
Superman:
Wonder Woman:
Flash:
Green Lantern:
Aquaman:
Green Arrow:
Captain Marvel, sweating: i-im not ten i'm sixteen!
Batman:
Batman, sweating harder, shaking:
Oracle, through comms: resist. you must resist, batman
They’re ride or die at this point
[Fic: Observant Carl and the Blue Devil]
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Being the oldest sibling in a dysfunctional family dynamic is it's own experience not gonna lie.
Like imagine being 9 years old and you're trying to comfort your little siblings, so you start repeating all the "he loves you he just has a bad temper" "you just need to behave better because you know how he gets" lines you been told all your life, but you realise in that moment that it is utter bullshit.
That you're looking at a kid who doesn't even know how to spell their name yet, and you're telling them that they need to be responsible for the behaviour of a grown adult man.
And you realise that every other person who has had this conversation with you was an adult who was totally comfortable to do that.
"I did my best."
We've all heard it. Usually as adults, usually when we've started to understand the fog we've been living in and want to discuss it with our parents.
It's very "I'm sorry" it's never "I wish I was different." It's always "I did my best." And at first we believe it, afterall, we were there too. We know it was hard. We know they had their own issues, we are mature now, we understand that sometimes your best isn't good enough.
But then they don't try to be better. The kids are adults. We give them the benefit of the doubt and we choose to believe them when they say that the absolute shitshow they made out of our formative years was "their best", but we can also see they're not trying to do better now.
They're still petulant. They're still angry. They're still biting and cruel. They won't say sorry. They won't accept blame. They try to tell us we were asking for it as children. They try to make us feel crazy.
We realise they're not trying their best now to be good to us, and in that we start to wonder if they ever tried their best at all.
They did their worst.
For real though. "I did my best" only works when they actually tried to be decent, or literally couldn't because of outside issues that had nothing to do with their choices.
"I did my best" doesn't apply when your parenting method was abuse and torture. Like no, yeeting your child because they spilled their milk or making your child publicly embarrass themselves to "teach them a lesson" isn't "did my best" behaviour. It's "I wasn't trying" behaviour.
adhd will get you thinking "i should make this doctors appointment" every day for 7 months and counting
none of us are making those appointments huh
Guy in front of me has spent the past hour creating our professor in Monster Hunter Wilds
There was one time I naively pulled my mother aside, and very gently explained to her: 'When you call me stupid and incapable, tell me I'll never get a job or make anything out of myself, tell me how shameful my appearance is and ridicule my mental health struggles, that really gets to me. It hurts me and it makes me feel hopeless and devastated.'
She stared at me with suspended laughter and responded 'Well to who else can I say those things but you? They're all true!' And she laughed at me.
And that was the last time I attempted communication of my boundaries. You're the person I am allowed to treat worse than everyone else on the planet, was not what I needed to hear from my mother that day. Communication does not get you anywhere with abusers.
There will be good days. They seem so far away right now, but they will come and they will be wonderful.
Will they make it all worth it? Probably not, but they don't have to. All that matters is that they will be there. That at first they'll be a break, and eventually, they'll come two in a row.
Once you get two in a row, it won't be too long till there's three in a row, four in a row, a whole week, two weeks and then, one day, there will be mostly good days.
One day you'll be able to have a bad day, and it just be a bad day. It doesn't make it worth it, but that's okay, it doesn't have to.
Sometimes I feel like there's this sadness inside of me that other people can't relate to. Like since I was a child there wasn't a single person who could understand me. I was different before all the abuse started, sure, but nothing separated me from everyone else like having an experience they could never relate to.
There was a time, when as a young adult, I'd be reading self-help books, in order to see if I can do something to make my life livable. Sometimes, these books would go very deep into victim blaming, and making a person believe that they can just 'manifest anything', or 'make things happen', and later I trashed all of that nonsense, but as an inexperienced person, I was all up for magical thinking, and taking advice from people who enjoyed making everything a vague concept that one can control with their mind.
Some of these books indeed, touched on parenting, and their philosophy was that parents who are bad, are simply bad because their parents were bad, which is something they love to use as their favourite excuse (i had it worse). But as a young person, how was I to know this was stupid, I believed this. The book went on to encourage the child, to try and be the parent's replacement parent, and to offer them caretaking and parenting they never had in their youth. Now, if you know how child abuse works, you'd recognize this immediately as the encouragement of parentification, making the child responsible for the parent's well being, being the caretaker instead of being taken care of, taking responsibility for the parent's actions and behaviours when the child has absolutely no control or power over it - basically bad. But, how was I to know, right. So I decided to try and take this advice, and try to see; what are my parents lacking, in the form of having their own parents?
This is where things got funny; I analyzed my parents behaviour, and realized very quickly, that what they lack is moral compass, correction of intensely selfish, irresponsible, ignorant and shallow behaviour, and if these were my children I would simply not tolerate that level of malice. My parents weren't lacking in care, they were lacking in discipline. So at that point, I, who had no income, shelter, social power, access to resources, finances, or anything else, thought I was responsible for disciplining my parents and teaching them how to 'not be evil', if I wanted to change them in normal and good people. (Completely normal and possible thing to do.)
And it's not like I had any guidance in how to offer proper 'discipline', all I knew was violence, which I couldn't do for obvious reasons, and the next thing would be scolding, yelling, guilt-tripping, criticism, making them 'feel bad' for 'doing bad things'. And that's exactly what I had decided to do. Next time my father was acting selfish, malicious, shallow and self-obsessed, I dropped him a 'This is why you don't have any friends.' line.
Now I have no idea why, but this actually got to him. He was shocked for a moment, and then started acting defensive. 'I have friends!' he insisted, and then he started listing all of the coworkers he used for his gain in the last week. 'Those are not real friends.' I decided. That had actually gotten him upset. He started listing all the things he did with those people, which were just random work transactions, and it didn't convince me at all.
Looking back, it's funny because I was so low on his hierarchy of people whose opinion mattered, he tried to kill me multiple times, he screamed inhumane slurs and insults at me constantly, he considered me less than a person, less than a thing even, but he was still so offended that anyone in the world could think he had no friends. What I had done is made him worried that his facade and public image of being well-connected and liked wasn't strong enough, and convincing me that he was all those things, was how he thought he'd fix it. He didn't even think for a second that maybe he should fix his malicious and exploitative behaviour, it was all about maintaining an image of being something else.
Obviously he didn't have any friends, because he's a narcissist, and narcissists don't make friends, they keep prisoners. I was a constant thorn in his eye because I could see trough his delusions and would regularly call him out on that, which of course then brought on violence to make me terrified of contradicting him. Because that's how they think reality is generated, if they say something is true, and nobody contradicts them, then that must be the new reality.
Anyway, I didn't try to argue with him on friends again, because it got boring and did nothing to fix his inhumane behaviour, and I didn't like interacting with him anyway. But I still find it very funny that a book that was trying to push abused children into caretaking for their parents, pushed me into trying to punish them for abuse, it was almost Matilda-like in fashion. If I had magic powers I would have changed these people (into people too scared to be evil in front of me).
Self help books are such a double edged sword for real. Some are absolutely great and others just fall into "if you believe in yourself you can do it and if you aren't doing it you just don't believe in yourself enough and that's not my fault."
Instead of self help books try looking into books specifically for what you need. Struggling with PTSD? Find books about PTSD and how living with it is different to living without it. Got Autism? Find books written by autistic people about what they do to manage their condition. Struggling with something specific like managing mess in your home or learning to like yourself after an abusive relationship?
Look for books that actually help you to solve the problem and not ones that promise if you read it these problems will go away on their own. Look for books written by people qualified to give advice like therapists and counsellors, not books written by people whose only qualification is they live the life you wish you had.
In my experience, self help books that are like "the 10 Steps to Living Right by Chad McThundercock" are really only helpful for allistic non disabled people who aren't actually struggling, they just need a mood boost to get them through a rut. They're designed to be disposable, in that in a few weeks when you've read the book and forgotten about it the next miracle cure to fixing your life will come out and you can spend your money on that too.