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When Dick woke up, he knew today was going to be a good day.

He had been staying at the manor for a bit now and was having a great time.

He was just so happy to be around so many people he cared about.

He picked up his phone to check the time. The brightening screen read 9:30.

Oh great, Alfred's probably about to put out breakfast!

Dick, never short of energy, quickly got ready, excited for the chance to spend time with his family.

While walking down the hallway, Duke just about runs him over.

"Whoa man, where's the fire?"

"Oh hey Dick, sorry about that, don't mind me, just passing through... hey do you mind getting Tim for me? I think he's still in the cave. Thanks!" He said, getting a bit louder as he hurriedly walked away before disappearing out of view.

Dick just huffed out a laugh and looked down to Damian's door to see a glowering Damian.

"He behaves as though I would be angry towards him for ensuring I do not miss breakfast."

Dick knew there was absolutely no chance Damian didn't threaten Duke, but he just raised an eyebrow.

Damian muttered under his breath, "I didn't even stab him."

Dick grinned, "That's an improvement!"

"tt."

He didn't see anyone else before heading down to the cave.

"Timmmm." He called out, seeing the ball curled up in front of the computers that vaguely resembled a human person.

"Come on Timmy, breakfast is almost done."

All is gets is an "I'm working."

Dick sighed, Tim tended to get like this, especially when it came to cases involving kidnapping or children. Sadly, this case was a two for one.

"Nope, nu-uh, comeon man we wouldn't want to leave Alfred waiting." He said while already in the middle of dragging him over.

He gets a good look at him, and he wished he was surprised to see the deep eyebags and the bloodshot eyes. Something about this case must be tearing him up inside. Who knows how many days it's been since he got any real sleep. And no Tim those half hour "power naps" do not count!

Thankfully though, Tim didn't put up much of a fight, allowing himself to be manhandled out of the cave and into the dining room. Dick did notice a small hissing when they got to the brighter parts of the building. Cute, he thought.

Everyone else was already at the by the time they got there. Tim dropped heavily into his seat.

Dick noticed Damian and Jason talking about the drug dealers they busted last night.

"... But Todd, the imbecile that he is, decided he didn't need to call in reinforcements."

"Oh shut up, I would have been just fine without you!"

"I can recall at the very least three instances in which you would have been shot had I not been there."

"Well at least you were doing something cool, most interesting thing I had all night was breaking up a bar fight." Dick whined.

"Come on Dickie Bird, it could always be worse," Jason Grinned. "You could've had to deal with condiment king."

The table collectively groaned. Well except Tim, but that was to be expected, he looked about ready to fall face first into his food.

"What about your Case Tim, aren't you still working on that one with the missing kids?" Jason questioned, "Would have thought you'd have that one figured out by now huh."

"Kidnapped," he replies, still looking at his plate as though he were contemplating using it as a pillow.

"Hm?"

"They were kidnapped, honestly they are probably dead by now."

And look, Dick understood, after being in the game so long he knew that sometimes you have to detach yourself from the emotions of a case. But he thought, looking at Tim right then, that he was being a little too indifferent when talking about kids dying.

"Tim, buddy, you can't lose hope, those kids are counting on us to save them!"

Tim finally glanced up and looked him dead in the eyes. If Dick was telling the truth, it was a little unnerving. He looked like a zombie, pale and unfocused eyes, which was ironic, seeing as though he was seating 5 feet away from an actual zombie.

"It isn't about hope, of course I'm not giving up, I will find them. But it's been weeks and depending on the situation I honestly might prefer if they were already dead and that's why we haven't found them." His eyes glaze just a little more. "We still have no idea who has them, or why, or what they are doing to them. We have no idea..." He trails off and looks back down at his food to take focus on taking a bite.

After that the mood sobered a little bit.

"Don't... Don't you think that's a little insensitive?" Duke chimed in with an awkward laugh

And Dick knew it wasn't, knew that it was a perfectly reasonable thought process, if not a little morbid.

"Yah come on Timmy, I'm sure it'll all be ok!" Ok so sue him, let Dick pretend like the world wasn't a terrible, awful place for like two seconds.

"You know, as someone who has died, zero out of ten, would not recommend." Jason cut in, "Tim, I know people say you can sleep when you're dead, and I really hate to be the bearer of bad news, but they are definitely wrong."

Dick barked out a laugh, "He looks just about ready to pass out right here, right now."

The whole table laughs at that, the rest joining in on teasing Tim for his bad sleep habits.

"Honestly Dick, at this point the only thing that would be able to keep him up is a little shock from your escrima sticks"

At Jason's words Tim's chair scraped across the floor.

"That's not funny," he said in a breathless, sort of desperate tone.

Dick, laughter dying down just a little, looks over at Tim, worried that something might have triggered him, or hurt his feelings.

But when he saw his face, full of mirth and a mile long smile, he just burst into more laughter.

Dick was right, this was going to be a good day.

Thinking a very normal amount about Tim being joker junior.

Thinking about Jason dying and Tim becoming robin out of necessity.

Thinking about Bruce not noticing Tim has been kidnapped because surely, surely his parents would file a report. Surely Tim must have been dragged into going on a trip with them and just didn’t mention it.

Thinking of Bruce not questioning things correctly because he is too busy grieving the previous robin.

Thinking of Bruce just thinking Joker Junior is a random kid.

Thinking of Barbra being the one to notice instead.

Thinking of Barbra consoling Tim after he kills the Joker.

Thinking of her taking Tim and letting him heal in the Drake estate.

Thinking of a file Bruce Wayne makes called Joker junior, one that Tim never looks at, that talks about a kid who killed the Joker and has been missing ever since.

Thinking of, months later, when robin returns to Bruce’s side, it just so happens to coincide with the return of Jack and Janet.

Thinking of Tim thinking Barbra must have told Bruce, but he just never came to see him. And that’s fine, because it isn’t as if they are family, Tim is just here to make sure Bats doesn’t go off the deep end again.

Thinking of Barbra not telling Bruce, because surely he already knows, he’s the world’s greatest detective. Plus she isn’t one to talk about other people’s trauma when they aren’t around.

Thinking of Tim hiding his laughter, because Batman would never let him keep patrolling if he knew he was still having fits.

Thinking of Dick not being there most of the time, and when he is, he mostly spends it arguing with Bruce.

Thinking of Tim knowing that Dick must know because he hears them fighting about the joker being dead once, although he did leave pretty soon after when he feels the laughter bubbling up in his throat.

Thinking of Jason coming back, attacking him at the titains tower, and telling him that he’s read all his files and knows everything about Tim. Obviously Tim takes this to mean he knows that Tim killed the joker as JJ. Because why wouldn’t that be in his file.

Thinking of Jason not having time to question when the little Robin who replaced him starts manically laughing once he sees him, because as soon as he hears the familiar laugh the green takes over completely.

Thinking of Tim finally feeling in control of himself, but then worst year ever happens. His parents are dead, Bruce is lost in the time stream, all his friends are dead, Robin is stolen from him, and everyone thinks he is crazy. He starts to relapse.

Thinking of Tim actually going a little bit crazy after that, trying to clone Bart and Kon, joining the league of assassins, doing all those crazy things he did during worst year ever.

Thinking of Cass learning after saving Tim from the daughter of Acheron. There isn’t much he can do but explain after she witnesses one of his fits.

Thinking about years later, when everyone has relationships more akin to Batman: Wayne family adventures, Tim still feels a little out of the group.

Thinking of everyone getting mad when he talks about the Joker, especially if it’s in front of Jason.

Thinking of Tim going silent or making himself scarce everytime the Joker is mentioned.

Thinking of a Tim who finds an excuse not to go out when Harley Quinn is.

Thinking of a Tim who hasn’t had an episode in years.

Thinking of a Tim who watches Jason get all this support for his trauma, while he doesn’t.

Thinking of him going to Barbra or Cass anytime he has a set back because they are the only ones who seem to care.

Thinking of a Wayne family who doesn’t know.

Thinking of a Tim who Knows they Know, but they just don’t care.

If someone tried to piece together my personality from the tags that I follow they would be very confused

You know what the Peter & Caspian relationship tag on ao3 is pathetic I shall have to fill it with book canon content myself

do you ever get just a little annoyed because people seem to ignore the books in fanfiction or is that just me?

it was Narnia this time, i have yet to find a fanfic with more than a subtle nod to the books.

i just want Susan/Caspian with the books and Peter and Caspian being friends and Caspian having known about the Narnians still living plz just look at book canon for a moment i am B E G G I N G

I think I should post my art but I don’t have any art I’ve done that I’m not nervous to share online … so I’ll make some new stuff instead…. Soon… soon…… SOON

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actually, stop infantilizing remi and evie

they're teenagers; they're not 'uwu girls' or 'soft babies' or 'innocent cinnamon rolls'. shut the fuck up.

ok but taylor mouthing “i love you” to joe while singing call it what you want to him. the fuck? maybe you CAN go where he goes and maybe yall WILL always be this close forever and ever, etc

Not them falling the same way pls-

peak arc trooper performance

More people should make OCs out of the Sam clones.

Light: Dad, I’ve been having some strange feelings lately…

Soichiro: It’s alright son, I know what you want to say.

Light: *confused and surprised as hell* It is? I thought you were against people like me.

Soichiro: No it’s fine. But I assume you had an ‘accomplice’ in you little case *smirks*, who is it then? L? Matsuda?

Light: No it’s Misa actually..

Soichiro: Oh, I see. It is very uncomfortable when it happens like that. I hope she’s alright? She was so madly in love with you, after all.

Light: No, she’s happy about it. She’s the same as me.

Soichiro: Really?

Light: Yes. And now, with her help, I’ll surely get L…

Soichiro: Oh, I see.

Light: And then I will have the world in my hand…

Soichiro: Well that’s a poetic way to say it.

Light: Dad, I am glad I can rely on you. I know that you were always a man of justice and good.

Soichiro: Anytime, Light. Just know that I’m always here for you. It takes time to get used to these things, so please don’t tell Sayu or Sachiko..

Light: That was my plan. Gotta go. School.

Soichiro: See you later.

imagine light trying to come out to his dad as kira but soichiro just thinks light’s trying to tell him he’s gay

Dearest little gang I have acquired in my short time with this account, and all others who read.

HELP ME DEAR GOD HELP

I am spiraling uncontrollably and have somehow twisted a little dissappointment into genuine, unadulterated, terror that my boyfriend is drifting away from me.

The only thing that happened was that he only texted me twice today, hours apart, and bothmessages were literally 2 characters long.

And you know what, maybe I'm being dramatic.

However

we have not facetimed since Sunday night

we have not spoken face to face since Friday night

and I find it hard to believe he's spending all this absent-from-my-life-time sleeping. Even if his claim that his dad got him sick is truthful.

Maye tmi, but he's not been smothering me in affection as often as a month or so ago.

To make it clear, I'm confident - maybe not so much now that I'm thinking and typing about it - that he's not cheating.

To conclude: am I just a clingly, nervous, overdramatic wreck of a girlfriend, OR, should I be worried? What if these feelings don't disappear by morning? after all, it is past 9 PM right now.

he texted me again, just an emoji in respose to a frowning face I sent after the last 2 letter message. I nagged him to go to bed because he's sick and he said that's what he's doing, and then texted goodnight. no I love you

Dearest little gang I have acquired in my short time with this account, and all others who read.

HELP ME DEAR GOD HELP

I am spiraling uncontrollably and have somehow twisted a little dissappointment into genuine, unadulterated, terror that my boyfriend is drifting away from me.

The only thing that happened was that he only texted me twice today, hours apart, and bothmessages were literally 2 characters long.

And you know what, maybe I'm being dramatic.

However

we have not facetimed since Sunday night

we have not spoken face to face since Friday night

and I find it hard to believe he's spending all this absent-from-my-life-time sleeping. Even if his claim that his dad got him sick is truthful.

Maye tmi, but he's not been smothering me in affection as often as a month or so ago.

To make it clear, I'm confident - maybe not so much now that I'm thinking and typing about it - that he's not cheating.

To conclude: am I just a clingly, nervous, overdramatic wreck of a girlfriend, OR, should I be worried? What if these feelings don't disappear by morning? after all, it is past 9 PM right now.

confrontation

‘big brother episode 16 part 4

(i’m working on a master post)

-I’m a heterosexual guy who likes guys too.

-So… you’re bi, actually, aren’t you?

-I wouldn’t call it like that…

I’m fighting with this shit again… If I could just be straight and have a girlfriend… I’d be so happy 😔 But anyway, I’m gay (sorry, bi, actually)

Telling everyone who doesn’t listen to TMA that this is what John and Martin are

Kleos cries over plates.

Kleos here, dear 5 people who read this you may be asking “Kleos why are you crying over plates? Whose plates are you mourning??” And I say, Camp Half-Bloods plates.

Specifically like here- I’m writing notes about stuff I want to post so I can have drafts that I can just shoot off when I’m on a plane or busy or just need something to put out. Pages 14-17 (as of now) are about mealtimes/the dining pavilion in CHB. Why does this affect the plates? Well, we all know about the Dryads and how they come over with the beef and the strawberries and all that jazz. Fine all good and dandy the plates are just plates.

And that’d be good, I could go off context clues and stuff and ramble about the diets of children at CHB with that. If Leo didn’t come barging in talking in MoA about the magical enchanted plates they got from CHB along with the cups that magically summoned food. I’ve been (not actually) crying over this for the past 2 hours because it hurts my brain to decipher what this means. Because we have the many instances of the very average plate plates and then the magical girl plates.

This in my head means two things. Either all the plates are magic at CHB except they don’t use the magic plates or those plates Leo has have been locked in Chiron’s china cabinet in the big house for display- which obviously the wording of the 2nd option is a joke but like. The lore implications of what the plates magical status to me in this fictional universe is somehow halting me completely in any progress which is stupid. “Kleos it’s just something Rick didn’t think of,” “Kleos as your peers say, tis not that deep bro” and I say to that. Yeah no duh, but who cares other arbitrary strawman me (the one worm in my brain that is realistic).

So, as I cried over what was going on with Michael Kahale all those months ago. Now I cry over plates. Fucking plates, because either option in my brain makes me ask “why aren’t they using the magic plates” when they use the magic cups??? I can just go with “they are in majority of canon seen as normal plates. Therefore they are normal plates and Leo was just on something/j” but this is my plate conundrum. Maybe in a few days I’ll answer my own problem but this has been “Kleos cries over a plate issue rather than actually writing that Bryce Lawerence fic or continuing to work on the first chapter of SoN re-imagined” thank you.