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Somehow I just got called a geek by Netflix.
I have already watched all of these.
Bitch, me too.
Knight Terrors: Titans #1 variant cover by Jorge Corona
Titans are back bitches!!!
so im not complaining about the new season of titans...but where is curran?
update: on episode three and wtf is going on this season (also no curran still)
Do you know who still haven't meet Lian? The Titans!
When will Roy reintroduces Lian to the Titans, DC when?!
— dating dick grayson
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PAIRING: dick grayson x fem!reader WARNINGS: there is some nsfw content underneath the cut (i labelled it so it can't be missed). there are also mentions of fighting, cuts, bruises, general vigilante stuff. SUMMARY: just some cute (and some spicy) headcanons for dating our beloved nightwing
NOTE: I love writing for this character so much — specifically because I've heard from sooooo many people that my boyfriend looks exactly like him. It actually became such a recurring joke with my friend group that we dressed up as Dick & Barbara Gordon for homecoming. But the resemblance is so uncanny it's actually insane — hence why I love this character so much. I hope you guys enjoy this thing I wrote at three in the morning!!
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Dick is so protective, just as a person. Of family, of friends, and especially of you.
If you're a Titan like him, he's the first to jump to your side in a fight — not because he doesn't think you can handle yourself (he knows you can) but because he can't bear not having you in his eye line during a fight. If something were to happen when his back was turned, he'd never quite be able to get over it.
In the middle of the fight, he's constantly shouting to you, asking if you're okay, if you need help. And after the fight he's the first one to you, asking if you're hurt.
And if you're a civilian and you somehow get caught in the middle of his work? Oh my God this man will lose it. His top priority disappears and is instantly replaced by making sure you're safe and well out of the way of danger.
The 'patching up each other's wounds' trope is strong with Dick
He always wants to know how and why each little cut and bruise got there
❝ Wait, where did this one come from? ❞ ❝ Remember when the guy pulled out all those little throwing knives? ❞ ❝ Ah. ❞
I feel like his love languages are words of affirmation and physical touch — he loves both giving and receiving them.
He'll always pull you aside to tell you he loves you before he goes into a fight.
He'll reassure you with forehead kisses instead of kisses on the lips. They just feel more safe and comforting.
But the ultimate way he makes you feel safe and comfortable is by cuddling. He loooooves cuddling.
Nothing makes him happier than wrapping his arms around you and holding you tight to him. He loves falling asleep that way, tangled up together, because it lets him know that you feel completely safe around him.
He knows he can be an imposing person, so he always does his best to make you and everyone else feel safe around him.
And let's be honest, that man is a giant teddy bear.
But he can be pretty scary when he wants to be.
Like I kind of said earlier, if someone is messing with you, he's the first one to be by your side to defend you
At the end of the day, he loves coming home to you and knowing that you'll be there for him every step of the way.
ੈ✩‧₊˚ nsfw — mentions of hickeys, oral (f & m receiving), praise, roughness, fingering
Dick is a pretty selfless person — he's always concerned about other people, he's a bit of a people pleaser, etc.
Thus I firmly believe he's a giver over a receiver.
They don't call him Dick for nothing—
He also definitely has a praise kink, both for giving praise and receiving it.
His favorite, of course, is calling you a ❝ Good girl ❞ and telling you how well you're doing.
He loves to go down on you. There's nothing he finds more beautiful than looking up at you from in between your legs, seeing your face contorted in pleasure as he brings you over the edge.
He also looooves when you pull his hair. It's a sign that he's doing well at making you feel good. This ties in with the whole praise thing.
He never pressures you into anything and always makes sure to get consent before doing something.
He also loves to wake you up by going down on you. He obviously asked for consent the night before, but he just loves the surprise of it.
Or he'll even just wake you up by pressing kisses to your neck and gently fingering you
It isn't until you're awake and moaning that he'll smirk at you and say good morning.
The auDACITY
And if you want to go down on him? I mean...he won't refuse.
I don't think his initial instinct is to be very vocal, but once he feels perfectly comfortable and safe with you, oh Lord is he vocal.
He's a very gentle person in general, but every once in a while he needs to let off some steam.
You'll come back from a fight and you'll barely have the time to shut the bedroom door before he's pulling you to him and kissing you.
The suit stays ON
He can get a little rough, but he always makes sure that you're okay with what he's doing.
But he loves after care — and he's great at it too
Like I said earlier, he's a cuddler, but if you're both up for it he'll jump in a shower with you
He doesn't normally like to leave marks because he doesn't want the others to start asking questions, but every once in a while he likes giving you a hickey or two.
But he places them strategically on your collarbone, where they'll be just barely hidden by your shirts and revealed by the merest tug on the neckline (and yes he does take advantage of this)
You're a little more enthusiastic about hickeys than he is
Luckily, in his, er, line of work (???) hickeys can more often be explained away as bruises
Like if it ever gets brought up, he just brushes it off.
❝ What's on your neck? ❞ ❝ It's uh, just a bruise. ❞ ❝ Oh. Looks like a hickey. ❞
Dick will just kind of freeze up, caught of guard by the directness of that statement, and you'll just smile and wrap an arm around him, pressing a kiss directly to the so-called ❝ bruise. ❞
Garfield: Do you guys ever imagine stabbing yourself?
Rachel: No, Gar…I haven’t. Who would even think that?
Wally: I occasionally do.
Dick: I do too.
Garth: Same here. It ultimately depends on my mood.
Roy: Sometimes I think of stabbing myself just to spite Oliver. He’s always on my ass because he’s my ‘father.’
Kory: In planet Tamer-
Donna: What the hell is wrong with you guys?
AHHHHH
i love men so mush, how are they so awesome??!!!!! Like c'mon??
LIKE AHHDNDNDNDDNNF
RAHHHH IM LITERALLY QUESTIONING MY SEXUALITY RN AHDBDJSNDDDJDHDHDBDNXNX
Withered Cards | I
Pairings: Jason Todd x Reader.
Warnings: Blood, gore, violence, murder, swearing, major and minor injuries, death.
Summary: Despite the many problems you overcome with Jason Todd, you always eventually make it back to each other. Even after his death, how could you still love a man who changed so much? Even when you made a turn for the worst.
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No child would ever imagine the world to be as cruel as it really is.
Yet then again, most adults would refrain from exposing their children into the world, the harsh reality of it, at least, and Gotham was definitely a place of violence and rage.
The small nightmares every child would experience would never live up to the cruel reality of the world.
"Y/N, baby, get up," your mother whispered into your ear, panicked and rushed, causing for your eyes to flutter open.
It was still dark, meaning that it couldn't be morning, but your mother was hunched beside your bed with her fingers trailing through your hair, and that was when your gaze met her own fearful ones.
Her voice was so low in a whisper that you could barely manage to hear, fearful of what - or who - could hear us.
"We need to leave, baby. Come on."
With your eyes still groggy and barely comprehending the situation, your mother's arms carefully scooped your body up from beneath the warmth of your blankets, her grip tight and secure as she adjusted your body in her hold. You didn't fail to notice the heavy thumping of her chest and the pale complexion to her face.
“Mummy?” You asked, but she was quick to hush you, her gaze burning into the door with a look of terror you would never forget.
She waited, as if she were expecting the door to swing open any moment, but it only left the both of you in a deafening silence. Despite the obvious confusion set on your face, your mother chose to ignore it, not giving any indication as to what was occurring on the other side of the door.
With the few passing moments, your grip on her tightened, and the many fearful questions were swarming your mind. You were scared, but of what?
Without a word, she took a single step toward the door with you still held tightly in her arms, and just as her hand went to grasp the handle-
“Mum!” You spoke, too loud for her liking, because she jumped back away from the door as if it had burnt her flesh and clasped a tight hand over your mouth. She listened carefully, and when she was comfortable enough, she took her hand away.
“What did I tell you?” She whispered harshly, but her eyes softened when she saw the fearful gaze you held. “What is it?”
You pointed behind you both, back to your bed where your favorite teddy laid beside the unmade sheets. It was only small, the perfect size for a small child, with soft brown fur and button eyes. You remembered that night your father came home from work, a bouquet of various different flowers for your mother in one hand, and in his other hand he held the brown bear. He had just gone away on a long business trip, and you were overly excited after not seeing him the last few weeks. Maybe it was the fact it was from your dad, or maybe it was simply because of the soft fur, but it was by far your favorite teddy to hold while you slept.
Letting out a long cautious sigh, your mum quickly picked up the bear before giving it to you, your hands instantly going to clutch at the teddy while your mum went back over to the door.
“Ok, sweetheart. I’m going to need you to play a game with me, ok?” She looked down at you, and you nodded despite the darkness of your bedroom, only your lamp casting a small glow around the room.
She smiled gently and gave a quick peck to your forehead.
“Ok, we’re going to see who can be quiet the longest. I know you always beat me, and that’s why when I put you down, you’re going to run and hide so we can do some hide and seek.”
If it weren’t for the dim light, you only just managed to catch a glimpse of the hot tear streaking down your mother's cheek.
“Do you understand, baby?”
You nodded once more, holding a finger up to your lips as your sign you knew you had to be quiet. She let out a quiet breathy laugh.
You watched as she reached forward, her hand shaking as she grasped the door handle and slowly twisted it, pushing the door open. It was dark, the only source of light being the living room light from downstairs. You heard a small muffle of voices, one you recognized to be your father.
You wondered if maybe your dad had decided to play with you, too. Maybe that’s why your mum had been so quiet and told you to hide.
Your mum knelt down, carefully placing you down onto your feet before she stood up to her full height. You thought that it was your time to start hiding, but right as you went to turn, her hand was grasping yours tightly and she was walking down the stairs to where your father and the unknown strangers were.
There was a wall dividing the living room and the stairs, so anybody on the other side wouldn’t be able to see your mother and you crouched down at the bottom of the stairs. You watched as your mother peeked around the corner, probably to check that nobody was looking, because she was quick to pull you along to the other side of the room. You only caught a glimpse of the living room.
Your father was leant up against the kitchen counter, still clad in his pajamas, whilst five men you had never seen before stood beside the dining table. Four of them were each dressed in black, but the one in the middle was wearing what looked to be a clown costume. A purple suit with a weird bow tie, his skin as pale as a sheet of paper that made him look almost sickly. His hair was also a deep green, and for a moment you wondered if you even saw right.
The clown had a huge grin plastered onto his face, almost too wide to be natural, revealing his slightly yellowed teeth.
Your mother pushed you against the wall to remain out of sight, and when she knelt down to your level to get a good look at you, you could see the tears now freely falling from her eyes.
“Ok, my sweet girl. It’s time to hide,” she whispered next to your ear, her breath tickling your skin.
You nodded, and that’s when she leant forward to press a lingering kiss to your cheek, her fingers combing through your hair, just like how she would do it any other day to simply play with your hair.
With a quick nod, she gently pushed on your shoulders and watched as you sneakily crept to your chosen hiding spot.
It was by far your favorite spot, a small hatch underneath the desk pushed up against the wall. It was hidden beneath the few piles of shoes cluttered around, and you had to hastily move them enough to open the hatch.
You cringed once the hinges made an old rusty screech, and with ease you crawled inside, making sure to close the hatch securely behind you. Hugging your knees to your chest, you shuffled your position and felt the rough dirt and dust cling to your clothes. The bear that was still held in your hand was put at your feet, even though you couldn't see it with the darkness.
Although you could still vaguely hear the ongoing conversation, most of what you could hear was muffled. You tensed once you heard the loud cackles of the green haired man, shivers erupting over your body.
“Mrs. Y/L/N! How lovely to see the family together- oh wait, no… your little girl isn’t here?” He mocked sadness.
“She won’t be coming, Joker,” You heard your dad speak before your mother could, his voice stern and protective.
“Aw, what a shame. I was really looking forward to meeting the little lady! Perhaps maybe I can after this has all blown over.”
At this point, your confusion only grew. Nobody was coming to find you yet, and your mum was now in the same room as your dad and those other men. You felt your gut twist uncomfortably, and the fear was coursing through your body.
You wanted your parents. You didn't like this game anymore. You could only wish you were back in the warmth of your bed, peacefully asleep and unaware of the world around me.
Your mother let out a sudden loud sob.
“Please, just- just don’t hurt us or our baby. She doesn’t know anything,” you heard her cry more, and before another word could be said, a loud gunshot echoed throughout the house causing you to jump and bump your head on the hatch door.
“No!” You heard your dad scream, and it was then that you knew none of this was right. His voice was a tone you had never heard before, filled with pain and anger. You didn’t hear your mother anymore. Was she-
“I did you a favor,” the Joker cooed, your fathers muffled crying echoing throughout the house. “Women are picky. You can’t tell me the girl didn’t annoy you at least once?! You should be thanking me!”
“You monster!” Your dad screamed, before he was harshly cut off by him grunting in pain.
“Now, now, don’t be so picky. She was bothering the both of us. Now, where’s your little girl?” The Joker said, clapping his hands in a ‘chop-chop’ motion.
There was no response from your father, and you didn’t even realize the fresh tears streaming down your cheeks and falling onto your knees. You held back any whimpers in order to stay hidden.
“If you won’t tell me,” the Joker started, his tone switching from cheerful to dark. “Then I’ll get her myself.”
It was barely a few seconds, five at least, before the hatch door was swung open and your arms were grabbed. You screamed and thrashed, before you were harshly pushed forward onto the floor. Your head made impact with the wooden slats, and you cried out.
Despite the tears clouding your vision, you didn’t fail to notice the body of your mother laying lifeless on the floor, hot crimson blood spilling from a hole in her head and pooling around the floor, her blue top now stained red. Her eyes were open, glazed over and lacking life, and it looked as if she was merely frozen in fear.
You weren’t crying anymore. The tears had stopped, and now you could only watch with wide eyes the sight before you. Your mum, who you had touched and talked to and heard only a few minutes ago, was dead.
“Y/N,” your dad called, his arms outstretched, and you were knocked from your thoughts and practically stumbled into his open arms.
“Don’t look, baby. It’s ok, just don’t look,” he whispered into your ear, but his voice was shaky, and you could feel his own tears soaking into the fabric of your pajama shirt.
You heard footsteps near, but you refused to remove your face from the crook of your dad's neck, the only way to hide the scene behind you. You felt a cold hand pat your head, and your dad tugged you away from the stranger.
“Beautiful little girl you’ve gotten yourself, Xavier. She looks almost identical to you,” the Joker teased. “You know, I bet she’ll become just as great a fighter as you, huh? Just imagine it, father and daughter, working alongside the one and only Joker to rule over Gotham! Oh, it will all be so much fun, what do you say?”
You turned your head a little, catching a glimpse of the Joker crouching at the knees in front of your father and you, the smile never leaving his face. When your dad didn’t say anything, the Jokers sickening gaze drifted to you.
“How about we let the little one decide, huh? What do you think, little clown?”
You didn’t need to try answering, because your dad's grip on your body was tightening to the point you could just barely breathe.
“No, you sick shit! She’s only a kid! She’s only just started second grade. She doesn’t deserve any of this.”
For a moment, it was quiet.
“You’re right…” You heard Joker sigh, standing to his feet. “Maybe that’s why we need to let her choose for herself, and to not be influenced by the wrong kind of people.”
The Joker clicked his fingers once. Two of the guards came forward and pried you from your father's warm embrace, and once more you were crying, reaching out for him. You watched as he attempted to fight to get you back but was pinned down by the other two guards while Joker stood over him.
“Such a shame, really. I did enjoy your small family. Unfortunately, it might just need to be a little smaller now.” he reached into his suit pocket, pulling out what looked to be a long needle filled with a black tinted liquid. “Recognize this?”
You watched as your dad's eyes widened, and tears streamed down his face while his voice cracked with each word.
“P-please, not my little girl. Not my girl. I’ll do anything!”
Joker laughed, loud. “Oh, you poor man. This wasn’t for the child! I’m not that cruel!” He stalked closer to your father, watching in amusement as he thrashed wildly in an attempt to escape. You saw the fear flash in his eyes.
The Joker leant close to his face, licking his lips in a mocking manner while holding up the small needle so that your dad could see.
“This wasn’t meant for your daughter, it was meant for you, silly!” And just like that, the sharp tip of the needle was penetrating your dad's flesh at the neck, his eyes grown wide in horror. He didn’t even try to fight anymore, his body giving up while he turned his head to you for the last time.
“Y/N,” he chocked, and you watched with frightful eyes as black veins spread across his neck, traveling over his body like bolts of lightning. He groaned in pain.
"I love you so much, baby. I'm sorry," he cried. "Do you understand? I love you so much."
Your body shook as his eyes met yours. You didn't have the voice to say it back, and you saw the hurt flash in his eyes. Opening your mouth, the only thing that would come out was a chocked sob.
He fell onto his side, limp.
The Joker wiped a fake tear. "Oh my, how sad..."
He paid no mind as you continued to cry, calling out for your parents. You were sure that you were next, and you flinched when you felt the Joker's hand pat your head. He let out a maniacal laugh the more you cried, and you physically struggled to inhale more air. Nearly instantly, he frowned to what you thought was sympathy, tutting.
“Don’t worry about them, my new apprentice! Life would have been so boring here; I'm giving you another chance! How exciting! Harley will be thrilled!"
You didn't fight as he took your hand, your shaky body going to stand beside him. Even when he continued to drag you toward the door, your gaze was trained on the bodies laid out in the middle of the room, and it was then that you realized that the only person you had now was this man.
A monster brought from your nightmares.
©x-gabrielle-x. Do not steal, copy or translate my works.
they're finally letting Clark age and for Jon to replace him, and Bruce is starting to act more like the middle aged dad he is, with Damian being his obvious successor. of course there are always going to be Classic Young Guys Bruce And Clark comics for Money Purposes, but the main timeline seems to finally be accepting that Bruce and Clark are in their 40/50s
full kudos to the writers for letting Wally, Starfire, Raven, Donna, and Victor age in the new Titans series. I hope they continue to have characters age up- they've made a lot of improvements in the last few years
stop making characters with important historical backstories immortal or completely changing their backgrounds so they're "young"
charles and erik keep their original birthdates but continue to fight, argue, and age as the years go on eventually figuring out who they are and that they love each other in the early 2010s they foster children (there are so many mutants who have estranged parents)
being disturbingly powerful, they live into their early 100s, and one dies first with the other following a few years later. their children, of all various ages, must deal with the power vacuum and legacies of their foster parents. plus all the issues that come with living in the 2020s/2030s- climate crisis, current wars, rise of authoritarianism, etc.
see how easy it was to keep their backstories and let them age? see how there are new problems that naturally arise? Marvel could never
Drawing of starfire because she deserves so much better than what she is given
tom taylor said garfield logan solidarity and I’m all for it
Why is she soo fk beautiful
TITANS 3X07, ’51%’
Blue Collar
Jason Todd x reader
Reader: Female
Warnings: Pet death (dog), angst, sad reader, my writing cause that’s a ALWAYS a warning
Why I wrote this: Because I had to put my dog down on Saturday 25 January 2020
Jason Peter Todd wasn’t known to be a light sleeper. In fact if he did wake up early it was only because he’d had a nightmare but you would always be there to calm him down and reassure him that everything’s alright. You’d never wake him up early anyway as he nearly always came home late from patrol. He’d come home at 2am tonight.
Jason wasn’t awake, not fully at least, but awake enough to know that something was wrong. It was like a sixth sense. His brain kicked in making the sleep Jason was clinging to evaporte like mist. He opened his eyes to see you huddled over, back rising and falling erraticly. The sleep was still in his ears and he couldn’t hear anything which made him panic more.
Pushing the covers away he frantically pulled his way over to you and sat next to you on the bed. He saw the tears before his hearing finally kickstarted like an engine. His face turned to a frown and his heart broke at the sight of his beautiful girl crying.
“Baby? Y/n what’s wrong?” He questioned. She opened her mouth but no words came out just a choked sob. She grasped whatever she had in her hands tighter. Jason’s eyebrows furrowed until he made out what it was. A dogs collar.
“He’s gone Jay. “ She finally managed to utter out before the tears came back. Jason placed his arm around her shoulders and brought her closer to his chest as she sobbed staring at the collar through blurry eyes. “His kidneys were going when my parents took him they said he wouldn’t of lasted much longer anyway.” She sobbed again and Jason tightened his hold on her. “They said we did the right thing we ended his suffering earlier but why does it feel so wrong?”
“It’s because you loved him and he loved you. You didn’t do the wrong thing and it’s natural that you should feel like this. He’s never gone anyway he’s always going to be in your heart. You wouldn’t want him to hurt would you?” She shook your head “I know it’s hard babe but he’s in a better place now.”
“Yeah.” She muttered tears slowly stopping and her grip on his collar slowly loosening. Jason smiled at her and she smiled back, it was full of sadness and pain but it was a smile.
“I’ll always be here for you y/n I’ll make sure you get through this.”
“Thanks Jay.” She said wiping the tears from her eyes. He pecked her lips noting how salty they tasted.
“How about we go back to sleep yeah? I’m sure all that cryings probably made you feel wiped out.” She chuckled and it sounded like music to Jason’s ears. They both got back under the covers and she laid her head on his chest listening to his heartbeat as he traced random patterns on her. Eventually they fell asleep. Y/n still held onto his blue collar, she’d bought when she first got him, knowing that although her dog may not be here physically he’d always be with her in spirit.
Ok wow that was a shitty ending sorry. But I couldn’t write much more on this cause I was crying so much. The pictures below are of my dog Dougal. Love you so much pal I hope you’re having loads of fun in doggy heaven
hehe
the brave and the bold (2007) #10