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breadandblankets · 1 month

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how i hc duke's relationships with the other (main) bats

bruce: mentor/friend/weird HS teacher u bond with kinda thing, i think bruce on his end still feels simmering guilt for not being there for duke when he needed him, duke feel simmering resentment towards bruce for being another adult that left him, this will boil over at some point but then they'll get over it, they will never be that dumb nuclear found family thing, i think doug and elaine would like bruce tho so maybe one of those friend of the family situations where u call someone ur not related to aunt/uncle

cass: very very good friends, would probably consider her a sister from another mister if u will, i would hesitate to call her a best friend *gestures at all of war* but i think she's up there, i really love the headcanon that there is some tension on duke's end because cass has the ability to be more efficient but she actively chooses not to, i think for a long time duke is going to be holding some unhealthy and unrealistic standards both for himself and also people around him, like everything else this causes tension then erupts before it gets resolved, cass i think would know about said tension the whole time but have no idea how to bring up the issue or how to even think about resolving it so it drags on

dick: i think duke holds a grudge for the robin war thing, and i think he fucking should iykyk, (the way he just leaves duke on a roof??? with cops????, i was shouting at my fucking comic) idk i think dick would probably make light of it for a while but duke would be real fucking clear that he remembers and won't be forgiving and forgetting any time soon, i think they're acquaintances at best but realistically, coworkers

damian: like cass Extremely good friends, found family if you will, honestly i think they got a lot of their interpersonal issues out of the way before duke becomes signal, so really its a matter of time before they actually become friends and not just acquaintances, they're old man young to me, i think they do old man things like feed birds in the park and play Go together, i think damian is probably one of the only people duke doesn't hold to his standards, he thinks damian deserves to be a kid, making damian be a kid is probably some of the only time that duke is forced to relax by proxy, therefore duke and damian's friendship is strongly encouraged by bruce who is out of his depth for what to do with both of them and throwing them at each other seems to be working (👍 parenting)

tim: i honestly don't think they know each other well, like i think they may have talked once??? so i don't have shit to base their relationship off, generally i think they're amicable if distant, like a coworker you say hi to at the coffee machine

babs: i Need them to interact, honestly it would be really funny if duke meets babs for the first time as oracle and he's just like??? you're my favorite librarian? and babs is like !! we missed you when you stopped volunteering!!! and duke has to be like yeah that was the joker, i think they would have a good relationship, they don't work together all that much cause oracle doesn't run duke's ops and duke isn't usually on the night shift but they know they can call each other in if they need. one of duke's few trusted AdultsTM

jason: i think rocky at the start, duke would definitely have some Memories of the red hood, that would probably be a hill to overcome, but i generally think that jason will eventually move into a more positive position in the city even with the shadows of all that stuff following him ofc. they are absolute Assholes to each other in a way that is clearly affection, jason will let duke get away with anything up to and including murder, duke will never let jason get away with anything, its like a typo in the group chat

steph: re same as tim, and babs practically nothing to base the relationship on BUT i think they would get on like a house on fire, like cass: sister from another mister energy, steph is giving duke the "you just found out ur dad is a supervillain" support he needs, they are the only bats successfully going to college they probably go to events on campus together, idk they have so much potential as the forgotten robins and all that, i think they should bully bruce together that would be so fun.

#duke thomas #bruce wayne #cassandra cain #dick grayson #damian wayne #tim drake #barbara gordon #jason todd #stephanie brown #batfam #oh gd tags #i hate tagging them all like this but my last group post went Nowhere and i Actually put thought into this #i mean i lost steam at the end i just want it out of my fkin drafts #tired boy hours #anyway these are just my hc #its how you'll see me write them for the most part #or it wont be neither i nor gd know what is going on at any one time

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dairy-farmer · 7 months

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In the UK the Public Schools (extremely prestigious private schools) had a system called fagging, in which young students would act as servants for the upper years. It was rife with sexual abuse.

Tim becoming the pet of the Wayne family at Gotham College, an extremely expensive public school in England. They’re in the same House, and Dick is head of his house, and he sees this kid join and just decides ‘he is mine now’ — and so Tim becomes his personal valet, he had to spend every moment outside of class with Dick, serving his every whim.

Can’t think do much more detail, just Tim being the free use boy of the Wayne family at this school, all of them using him — and when Dick graduates he’s still used by Jason, and when Damian joins and Tim’s one of the upper years now, he’s still Damian’s pet to be used however he wants.

Also maybe Bruce is headmaster? His sons bring Tim for them all to use at the same time?

👀👀👀👀!!!!!!!!

i LOVE the idea of dick having singled tim out, that he'd seen him along with all the other sweet and pretty cheeked new students and decided in that moment to make him his. more than a few other boys in dick's year had their sights set on tim but being head boy and the adopted son of the headmaster meant no one tried challenging him for the sweet boy that looked like a trembling rabbit as he stood beside his bed with red eyes, staring forlornly down at his trunk full of clothes.

by breakfast the next morning dick has learned everything there is to learn about the sweet boy picking at his breakfast. it's apparently his first time in a boarding school, his parents were businesspeople and his father had political aspirations that had been steadily growing over the past few years. all alone, no siblings, and having to make new friends at an entirely new school. no wonder he was such a trembling little thing. dick could see the misery that painted his sweet face all the way from his end of the table.

the poor thing. all alone. scared. far away from home. he looked like he could use a friend. a friend like dick.

dick is right.

the boy leaps at the opportunity to have dick's company. and his protection because a few of the other boys that were interested couldn't help pinching and cornering the boy- he was just too sweet. or at least that's what they said and dick had to admit- for once, those other boys were right.

tim is a soft, plush in all the right places. dick doesn't even mind kissing him on the mouth because tim tastes like candy. the best surprise of dick's life had to be when he worked tim's pants off and was greeted by a pink, peachy little cunt. dick didn't even try to hold back, shushing tim's whimpers and kissing his soft cheeks as he grunted and fucked deep into the hot, welcoming seam of tim. tim doesn't hold grudges and forgives dick easily when he apologizes to tim for his roughness but doesn't swear to not do it again.

not only is tim a nice fuck, he's obedient. he carries dick's books for him, follows him class to class like he's a honey bee and dick is a flower. he hangs onto dick's every word, believes everything he says.

you don't find a boy like tim everyday so dick is absolutely unwilling to lose him. even when he's set to graduate soon, dick is not willing to let a gem like tim get tossed away. he may want to come back to see him and that tight little cunt afterall.

thankfully dick has a brother. he's two years younger and in a different house because he and jason would fight like cats and dogs much to bruce's exasperation.

dick decides to introduce jason and tim to each other because its like adopting out a pet. you can't just dump it out on a stranger or else they'll start scurrying back to the original owner. acting out. peeing on the goddamn carpet and shit.

luckily for dick the meeting goes smoothly and he whistles, happy sipping on a can of contraband soda his sweet younger brother deals out of his dorm while watching timmy whine and arch and gasp under jason who is holding tight to his hips and fucking him with every bit of effort he has stored in his body.

dick goes away to university. of course. but he always makes time to return to his old school to visit dear old daddy, jason, and tim who is one of the small number of students who lives at the school even during breaks.

dick tracks tim down to the headmaster's office and is greeted by the sight of tim, laid out on the desk he's been yelled at across from endless times. bruce doesn't seem to notice or care dick's presence, too focused on fucking his cock into tim's wet hole, slamming into him with thick, wet, 'slaps' and playing with his little baby tits by squishing them in his hands.

oh sweet timmy doesn't look the slightest bit different. his head is hanging off the side of the desk, mouth open and gasping as he gets sharply fucked. he's making little whispers and moans that dick quiets up when he presses his cock to the open mouth, rubbing the head against tim's wet, twitching tongue.

when jason finally graduates their relationship has vastly improved. to the point they can both travel in the same car back to the school to visit bruce and their youngest brother.

their youngest brother who may very well be the most possessive of them all. tim is head boy this year (leaving your pussy open for the headmaster and his sons tends to earn you some privileges) and damian is just a puny little kid attending his first year at a boarding school.

its almost a comical sight. a teenager so much smaller and weaker than tim frantically fucking into his wet, twitching cunt. if damian weren't bruce's son he might very well be in tim's position.

but it seemd like poor sweet timmy would always be on the bottom of the hierarchy. not that he seemed to mind.

tim's hips arched and pressed back against damian, moaning as damian shot off in him again.

teenagers. tim was lucky damian came like a million time in two minutes because barely a few mintes later damian was cumming again, panting and squeezing both of tim's reddened little tits in his palms.

tim's pretty pussy just twitched around damian's cock, swallowing every bit of his load while dick and jason watched, each of them palming their own cocks because it had been too long since they'd fucked their sweet timmy.

their lovely timmy. their beloved little pet.

#answered asks #asks #anonymous #dicktim #jaytim #damitim #brutim

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theoceanandthestars · 20 days

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Friendly Lies

A/N: This is my first post/story, I’ve written before on Wattpad but never committed to writing but I feel like this is something I can actually commit too. Let me know any NCIS requests and I’m hoping to open up my writing to other fandoms soon too. This is definitely a testament to my ability to yap. Apologies for any mistakes :)

Also, I know the timelines probably don’t match up in terms of Gibbs knowing Tobias etc and Tobias having another daughter, or maybe they do, I don’t know but I thought it was a fun idea so belief will just have to be suspended. ;)

NCIS y/n fanfic, slight y/n x tony dinozzo, tony dinozzo x reader

Word count: 1969

Summary: Fornell’s daughter, Gibbs' Goddaughter, is an FBI agent working a case with her father and Godfather and decides to help get her dad to leave McGee alone after he found him asleep on the sofa with his ex-wife (I loved that episode so much) at Tony’s expense.

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You’d only known Tim, Tony and Ziva for a few weeks but already you knew you’d be great friends. After only knowing them for 5 minutes the day you ended up sharing a case with both your father and godfather, you were making plans to hang out with them. Your godfather, or your Uncle Gibbs as you preferred to call him, was of course more than happy to see you and be working with you, although the protective dad act from the NCIS and FBI agents had driven you slightly insane. Although you loved the rare times when you and your father shared an FBI case, that time had made you nearly want to quit, which had driven you straight to Gibbs’ team, who were more than welcoming and friendly to you.

Now, you sat on Ziva’s desk, chatting to her and McGee while your father and godfather interrogated a suspect and Tony watched.

‘And that’s why your dad hates me’, concluded McGee after explaining to you what he described as the ‘incident’ between your dad and his ex-wife Diane. Both you and Ziva had been laughing the entire time he told the story.

‘I’m sure he doesn’t hate you, Tim’, you smiled at him ‘he’s only mentioned it a few times.’

‘A few?’ Tim asked in horror, causing Ziva to snort in laughter. This topic had taken up a good 20 minutes and it had clearly been playing on his mind for a long time before that.

‘Look if you want me to talk to him I can’ you offered, trying to ease Tim’s obvious panic, but your offer only seemed to send McGee into a further state of pure anxiety.

‘No, absolutely not, that would only add to it.’ He spoke moving his chair slightly as it was currently situated next to Ziva’s desk where you were congregated. As Tim moved you gaze shifted to DiNozzo’s desk and an idea popped into your head.

‘McGee, I’m sure y/n’s right, Fornell can’t be holding on to a grudge for that long.’

‘He brings it up every time we see him!’ Tim insisted.

‘Hang on’ you quickly said jumping up from Ziva’s desk and captivating both agent’s attention, ‘I think I know how to get my dad to forget about you and Diane.’

‘First of all there was no me and Diane’ Tim quickly insisted, causing the pair of female agents to roll their eyes as they failed to hold in their laughs ‘But what’s the idea because I will do anything to make him stop bringing it up?’. Both agents’ gazes were fixed on you as you moved from Ziva’s desk to sit on Tonys.

‘Oh you wouldn’t have to do anything McGee, it would be all me’, you smirked as the two agents watched eagerly, ‘this isn’t entirely selfless though, remember when Tony told Gibbs and my dad that I’d been sleeping with an NCIS agent to try and piss them off? And it took me weeks to convince them he was just trying to mess with me and them?’, the two NCIS agents nodded, smirks growing on their faces as they pieced together what you were planning to do, ‘well I think it’s time I get Tony back for that, don’t you?’.

Just as you said this your father and Gibbs reappeared into the room and as they did, you got up from Tony’s desk and made a beeline for them, meeting them just in front of Gibbs’ desk.

‘Dad, Uncle Gibbs I need to talk to you’ you said, grabbing their attention in the most serious and anxious voice you could muster, grabbing one of their hands in each of yours, ‘I know this is really important and I want to be honest with you both’ you took a deep breath to highlight your nervousness. At this point you had captured your father’s and Godfather’s attention, squeezing their hands as you raised your eyes to meet theirs you finally said, ‘I’m pregnant.’

Now Ziva and Tim were clearly shocked and impressed by your lies, hiding their laughter surprisingly well and instead adorning looks of shock and intrigue. Your father and godfather on the other hand, with hands still held by yours, were looking at you with such pure shock your father had turned slightly white. Before they could even utter a word, you quickly continued, ‘and its Tony’s’.

At this revelation, McGee and Ziva quickly turned so that Gibbs and Fornell couldn’t see the laughter that was daring to burst out. The silence was quickly broken by a synchronised ‘WHAT?’ from the two men who held your hands. Their gazes had turned harsher, but you knew that if you wanted this to have the best effect you had to really milk it.

‘I know we haven’t known each other long’ you stated looking them both in the eyes, but were quickly interrupted by your father half shouting, ‘How did this happen?’, quickly followed by Gibbs’ ‘I’m sorry what?!’

Before you could think of an answer though everyone’s attention was diverted in the sound of a voice, Tony’s voice, ‘hey boss. Fornell. You look like you’ve seen a ghost, what did y/n do? Tell you she’s pregnant? I told you she was sleeping with an NCIS agent.’, as he Tony laughed at his own joke, Tony sauntered towards his desk, but only for a second before Fornell was on him, pinning him to the wall. Tony’s face quickly shifted to panic and confusion, his eyes scanning the room.

‘You got my daughter pregnant!’, Fornell shouted.

‘What? No’ DiNozzo squeaked out as Gibbs removed Fornell from him, freeing him from the wall. You quickly shifted your eyes to where Tim and Ziva were still at Ziva’s desk, attempting to contain their laughter. You knew you didn’t have long before the two of them blew the prank, but you also knew that the damage would be done soon enough and you would have got Tony back and your dad would definitely forget about finding McGee and Diane on the sofa asleep together.

Suddenly Tony rushed over to you seeking some sort of explanation or help but before he could squeak out another word, you grabbed his arm hugging it slightly and turning the pair of you to face Gibbs and Tobias.

‘Me and Tony are in love, dad, you can’t stop our love’ but as you got to the end of your sentence McGee and Ziva had burst into full belly laughter, causing you too to crack and lean on Tony as you couldn’t stop laughing. As the three of you continued to laugh, Gibbs only rolled his eyes at your antics, shaking his head slightly and letting out a slight chuckle. He knew that DiNozzo had told Tobias that you were sleeping with someone at the agency to piss him off and he also knew that your dad had practically become a helicopter parent for a week after he had done so.

As Gibbs moved back towards his desk, you patted tony on the chest before calming yourself enough to say, ‘you should have seen your face’. Quickly, McGee walked behind you both to return to his desk, slapping Tony on the back as he continued to laugh at Tony’s expense. He stopped by your side quickly whispering to you how he was now free from any comments about Diane. Your gaze then shifted to your father who still stood in front of you both, surprisingly quite but glaring at you both.

‘Gotta keep you young dad.’ You smiled at him, kissing his check and moving back to Ziva’s desk, the pair of you still giggling and smiling. Your dad however, kept his gaze on Tony, glowering at him, as Tony seemed to continue to shrink under his glare, still looking stunned and scared. Finally his gaze shifted as Gibbs called him telling him to go down to autopsy to see Abby with him.

At first he didn’t move, continuing to stare, before finally moving when he heard his name shouted by Gibbs. ‘I still don’t trust you DiNozzo.’ Tobias said, finally moving towards Gibbs’ desk, his gaze remaining on Tony until they were out of site.

At this point you, McGee and Ziva all began to laugh again with the same force you did when your dad had pinned Tony to the wall.

‘I did not think you would take it that far’ commented Ziva, ‘I admire your commitment’. You smiled at her amongst the laughter but couldn’t respond as tony too moved towards Ziva’s desk, where McGee had now joined you and began to stare at you all.

‘Not funny guys, I thought I was going to die!’, Tony’s statement only caused more laughter though, as his hand reached his neck, fiddling with his shirt collar even though your father had only grabbed his shoulders. Finally you spoke through the laughter, ‘I told you I was going to get you back Tony and McGee needed by dad to lay off him about the whole thing with my ex stepmother, so really I was just helping a friend’ you smiled a sickly sweet smile at him before the phone at his desk began to ring causing Tony to quickly scurry over to his desk, grabbing the phone before answering.

‘Yes boss?’ he questioned into the phone, as you high fived Tim and Ziva, ‘right away boss’, followed by him quickly grabbing his things after he put down the phone. ‘Gibbs says Abby’s matched the ballistics from the gun, wants me and Y/N to bring in the suspect.’ He stated as he continued to gather his stuff. As you listened, you quickly grabbed your bag that was sat next to Gibbs’ desk, but before you could leave Gibbs and your father returned, arguing as they walked.

‘I’ll go with DiNozzo Gibbs’ your dad argued, his gaze landing on Tony, at which point Tony swallowed.

‘No you’re not’, Gibbs deadpanned.

‘Then, I’ll go with them both’ he stated as he moved towards the pair now standing together with their bags, but not before Gibbs grabbed his shoulder directing him towards the director’s office and repeating ‘No you’re not’.

As you and Tony turned and began to walk towards the elevator, he quickly began to argue with you. ‘You know your dad is going to kill me, right?’ he questioned as you pressed the elevator button, your gaze shifting to him.

‘No he won’t’ you dismissed, ‘but he won’t trust you for a while, just like how he’s been hovering over me for weeks after you told him I was secretly sleeping with someone at your office, or like how he constantly brings up that time he found Diane and McGee together asleep. I guess it’s just time for you to get a taste of what we’ve been putting up with for years now.’ You smirked as the elevator reached your floor and you stepped inside, turning slightly as you watched Tony’s face change from looking like he was about to argue, to just giving up.

‘You know’, he turned to look at you, smirking, fully grasping your attention, ‘if you were to sleep with anyone in this office, I’d be the perfect guy. You’ve already told your dad and although he’ll keep glaring at me and probably wanting to kill me, he’d never suspect that we were actually sleeping together.’ He said, waggling his eyebrows at you as you chuckled, and he reciprocated your laughter.

As the elevator doors, reopened on the ground floor, you turned away from Tony, shaking your head slightly and rolling your eyes , before simply stating, ‘In your dreams DiNozzo’ before walking out of the elevator, not missing Tony’s whispered reply, ‘oh you bet’, before he followed you out to find your suspect.

#tony dinozzo #tony dinozzo x reader #ncis fanfiction #leroy jethro gibbs #ncis #agent gibbs #ncis imagine #anthony dinozzo #ziva david #tim mcgee #tobias fornell

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house-of-slayterr · 2 years

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BatFam Incorrect Quotes!

Y/N : *talking about Jason ’s funeral* You do know we’re burying a great person today!

Dick , shocked: Did someone else die?

Jason : We need to distract these guys.

Damian : Leave it to me.

Damian : Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss.

Y/N & Tim: *immediately begin arguing*

Jason : Which way did Bruce go?

Y/N : Well, based on the direction of the wind, the broken sticks in the corner, and the slight disturbance in the dirt, I'd guess they went left.

Jason : You could really figure it out from that?

Y/N : No, you idiot, Bruce sent me a text. See?

*young y/n and young Bruce at the manor*

Bruce : Can we go out to get icecream?

Y/N : Did you ask Alfred?

Bruce : They said no.

Y/N : Then why did you ask me?

Bruce : They're not the boss of you.

Y/N , internally: It's a trap, it's a trap, it's a trap.

Y/N : Well, has Bruce been wrong before?

Alfred: How wide are we willing to open this up?

An: I swear I didn’t manipulate this one at all 😂

Y/N : What is everyone for Halloween?

Jon : I’m superman.

Damian: A clown.

Y/N : So I’m guessing we don’t need to get you a costume then?

Damian to Jon : Me? I'm the bee knees, but, you? You're just...

Y/N : Cockroach ankles!

Damian: Ye- uh, what?

Roy : Jason-

Jason: *sighs* Y/N used to call me Jason...

Roy : ...Because it's your fucking name.

Roy : *cooking*

Jason: *kicks down door*

Jason: *grabs knife from Roy 's hand*

Jason: WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT DESTRUCTIVE BEHAVIOR?

Roy :

Roy : What.

Y/N : They're trying to tell you they want to cook.

An: I actually did this lol and won that trope iPads

Dick : Y/N likes to win. When they were 8, a little Club Scout friend of theirs bragged they could sell the most cookies.

Dick : Damned if Y/N didn't walk the neighborhood till they got blisters on their feet, and won by 10 boxes.

Dick : Best part is, Y/N wasn't even a Club Scout.

Damian: We should normalize not loving family members.

Y/N: You can just say: “I hate my dumb fuck father” or whatever. Talk like a normal person!

Y/N: Ah shit, I forgot.

Alfred : Forgot what?

Y/N: How do you expect me to answer that?

Selena : We’ve been conducting an ongoing study to see what Y/N will and will not eat.

Bruce : Grass? Yes!

Selena : Moss? Yes!!

Bruce : Leaves? Ohh, yes!

Selena : Shoelaces? Strange but true!

Bruce : Worms? Sometimes!

Selena : Rocks? Usually nah.

Bruce : Twigs? Usually!

Selena : Alfred 's cooking? Inconclusive!

Harley: How did you… test this?

Selena : You just hand them stuff and say ‘eat this’ and if they eat it, they eat it.

Harley: ... I don’t know how to feel about this.

Alfred : IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SPARE SHOELACES WENT?

*The gang's thoughts on stabbing*

Y/N: Would never stab anyone.

Selena : Would stab someone in retaliation.

Alfred : Yells "I won't hesitate, bitch!" first.

Harley: Would stab without warning.

Bruce : Would stab as a warning.

Y/N: Poison is a magic transmutation potion that turns people into corpses.

Jason: This knife is actually a magic wand.

Damian : Meet me in the Denny’s parking lot for a wizard duel.

Dick: *cocks gun* Magic missile.

Tim: What the fuck is wrong with you people.

Dick: You know what I learned from my friendship with Jason?

Tim: There’s no such thing as too mean?

Y/N: Never let your friends know for sure if you like them?

Damian : Always hold a grudge?

Y/N: Seriously, Jason, how many people would you have killed if we’d asked you to?

Jason: That’s not important

Y/N: I DISAGREE.

Tim: Don’t you have any dignity, Y/N?

Y/N: Uh, no.

Dick: Don't break someone's heart, they only have one.

Y/N: Break one of their bones instead, they have 206 of them.

Harley: Y/N, you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right?

Y/N, naked in Harley's bed: No, I absolutely do not.

Harley, already taking off their clothes: Fuck... Me neither.

Selena : *in a jail cell* What about my Miranda rights!? You’re supposed to say I have ‘the right to remain silent’”! NOBODY SAID I HAD THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT!

Y/N: *in the cell next to them* You have the right to remain silent, what you lack is the capacity.

#bat fam #bat family #Bruce Wayne #Damian Wayne #Jason Todd #Tim drake #dick grayson #y/n #batman #nightwing #robin #Red hood #red robin #bat family x reader #incorrect quotes #alfred pennyworth #jon kent #Clark Kent #roy harper

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creepslayer7 · 11 months

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Tim: Oh, so when crows remember people who wronged them and hold grudges, it's “intelligent” and “really cool”.

Tim: But when I do it, I’m “petty” and “need to let it go”.

Bruce: Real life should have a f***ing search function, or something.

Bruce: I need my socks.

Jason: You seem familiar... have I threatened you before?

Danny, opening a Capri Sun: Guess I'll drink my sorrows away.

Danny or Jason: I have one foot in the grave but in a kind of fun flirty way, the way one might slip on a fishnet stocking.

Jason: Get in, loser, we’re committing vehicular manslaughter!

Tim: It's not like I try to blow things up, exactly. It just sort of happens. You've got to admit though, fire is fascinating.

Baby Jason: Did you just call me a shrimp, you a**hole?! I'm still growing, dammit!

Jason: I have no respect for Santa. Don’t sneak in through the chimney and undermine my authority by bringing my family presents. Walk in through the front door and fight me like a man.

Tim to Damien: Could you maybe just like… stab me… right in the gut. Just REALLY twist it in there. ‘Cause that honestly seems less painful than this conversation.

Danny: Yum, thanks!

Kidnapper: *puts more tape over their mouth* I said stop eating it.

Steph: I love sarcasm! It’s like punching people in the face, but with words!

Damien: I wish I was a cat, but not in a furry kinda way, more like a “I can sleep all day and hit people with no consequences” kinda way.

Danny: *in a jail cell* What about my Miranda rights!? You’re supposed to say I have ‘the right to remain silent’”! NOBODY SAID I HAD THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT!

Tim: *in the cell next to them* You have the right to remain silent, what you lack is the capacity.

Jason: Lol. Heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you’ll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this.

Damien: What did you do Jason?

Jason: A Mistake.

Damien: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated!

Jason: Killed without hesitation.

*Tim is comforting Dick when Damien stayed the night at the Kent farm*

Tim: Stop crying because he's gone. Start smiling because Damien is someone else’s problem now.

Dick: Damien, when’s your birthday?

Damien: Why? So you can look up my natal chart? So you can figure out my weaknesses? So you can destroy me?

Dick: …So I know when to wish you a happy birthday.

Dick: Nice rock.

Jason: Thanks, Damien gave it to me.

Damien: I threw it at you!

Jason: Isn't he the sweetest?

Bruce: Where are your parents?

Random black hair, blue eyed child he found: What are parents?

Bruce: You're coming home with me.

Jason or Danny: The next time I open up to someone, it'll be my autopsy.

Damien: I don't follow the rules. I follow dogs on social media.

Bruce : Like they say, "If you can't beat them, curl up in a ball and protect your organs."

Damien: Of course I have a lot of pent-up rage, you fool! I've been the same height since I was twelve!

Dick: Why aren't there friend pick up lines? Pick up lines to make friends like-

Dick, to Danny: Hey, that's a cute outfit. You know where it would look better? On nobody else, because you're a beautiful individual.

Damien, to Jason : Be my friend or I'll set your entire family on fire.

Tim: There are two types of people.

Bruce: You three, explain right now!

Damien : It was Danny.

Tim: It was Danny.

Dick: It was Danny.

Danny:

Danny: …fuck.

Tim: Do you think I'm plastic?

Jason: No.

Tim: Phew. Oka-

Jason: Plastic, at least, has some use in life. You're not plastic.

Danny: Gatekeep, girlboss, and what's the other one again?

Damien : There isn't another one. You're crazy.

Danny: If I can't cause tiny bits of chaos every day, I think my body will shut down.

Danny: Damien is late again.

Jason: How did this happen? I called him at 8 o’clock this morning and pretended it was 11.

Dick: I printed up a fake schedule for him saying we were starting at 9 instead of noon.

Tim: I set his clock to say PM when it’s really AM.

Danny: Oh boy. We may have overdone it.

*Damien bursts through the door*

Damien : WHAT TIME IS IT?

Tim: Well, if you're not at least a little bit gay for your friends, then what kind of friend are you?

#dcxdp #batfamily #dp x dc #batfam #incorrect quotes

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zahri-melitor · 9 months

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Ooh, the Dickpoll. Dick like Tim is cursed with having a bunch of acceptable writers who also tend to have a huge gaping flaw.

Marv Wolfman: can I get spicy here? I don't really like Wolfman. Yes yes, foundational to creating Nightwing, he IS NTT - but I don't particularly enjoy NTT. I like the OTT lineup. He's also dealing with the fact a lot of his content is now 30-40 years old. Plus, when they DID give him a Nightwing run, it was the most retrospective thing ignoring almost everything that had happened to Dick since he was returned to the Bat office in 1993-1994.

Chuck Dixon: I don't think Chuck is Dick's best writer. I think he is way too heavy handed with the 'be my own man, Bruce' narrative most of the time. Despite this he also wrote Robin #13, and Dick and Bruce's conversation there, especially "That's the way it is between fathers and sons" is peak perfect Bruce and Dick. He set up pretty much everything about what is now treated by the fandom as Nightwing's 'default' situation - Blüdhaven and a good chunk of the associated rogues gallery. Also he's the architect of well-written Dick/Babs so I love him for that.

Devin Grayson: Devin shouldn't actually be allowed to write Dick as his primary writer because she loves him too much and has elaborate headcanons that contradict what other writers have written. That said, she's actually a solid writer and her runs tend to be much better when she's got other characters around to spread her attention between. She wrote Transference in Gotham Knights, after all! She wrote "Like Riding a Bike" about Dick and Donna in Batman Chronicles! Also as I've said before, part of the issue with her Nightwing run is she got royally screwed over by War Games and then Nightwing Year One right as she was trying to land the bleakest part of a whump run, and never recovered from it.

Jay Faerber: he's...fine? I think the only bit anyone seriously cares about is the Who is Donna Troy storyline.

Judd Winick: Oooh Winick. He likes writing Dick more broken than I enjoy Dick. Also I hold a grudge against him for his Batman & Robin story, when I was desperately hoping someone other than Tomasi would write bearable Dick and Damian interactions in their own title and instead we got a random Jason Todd story.

Peter Tomasi: Tomasi's run on Nightwing, particularly Freefall, has the best understanding of Dick as a character that anyone has ever written in a book titled 'Nightwing'. Fight me. Also he had the only good run on Batman & Robin 2009, a truly cursed book, blighted only by the fact nobody stopped to check basic facts about Aaron Langstrom.

Grant Morrison: uh. um. I guess Morrison was in the loop for the Dick and Tim storyline in Resurrection of Ra's Al Ghul, even though pretty much all of it happened in books they weren't writing? Bottom of my list. Seriously, Paul Dini's Streets of Gotham did most of the heavy lifting initially with making Reborn Batman!Dick appealing.

Scott Snyder: Dick's characterisation in both The Black Mirror and Gates of Gotham is actually really good! He brought some really good 'team leader Dick Grayson' energy to the Batfam during a period they needed it, and he gave us back Dick and Cass having a functional relationship together.

Anyone I think was overlooked here? Hmmm. Not notably, but I'll shout out Scott Beatty, whose Dick in his Gotham Knights run was always consistently entertaining, and who collabed with Dixon for a bunch of things I think have great Dick in them (Joker's Last Laugh, Batgirl Year One, Robin Year One).

#dick grayson #writer comparisons

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turquoisephoenix · 7 months

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Character Bios for Gallowmere's Merry Band of Doomed-By-The-Narrative Losers

This was going to be under this picture right here, but this got kinda long. Just want to reiterate that these are all just headcanons.

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Sir Daniel Wigginbottom Fortesque IV

Daniel is many things. He's the eldest son but youngest child of Lord Cedric Fortesque. He comes from a long line of knights and noblemen dating back centuries. His lineage can be traced back to 10 different European countries. And he just so happened to lose the genetic lottery in so many different ways with his awkward, gangly proportions, gargantuan height, and various "brain deficiencies" (aka ADHD and autism centuries before their discovery) that led several people in the courts to call him fae-touched or a changeling behind his back. The bad teeth is a Fortesque trait though, so at least Cedric knows that he's his son.

In a time of peace, Daniel didn't really have any pressure to make something of himself by his family and has spent most of his life jumping from job to job - from stablehand to scribe to pigeonry - in a vague attempt to appear useful. Despite having a very high education and being able to read and write, people tend to write him off as a simpleton because he has zero skill in reading social cues, especially in the courts. Many a banquet have been ruined because Daniel panicked.

He means well, but I'd be lying if I said he couldn't be bratty at times. Easy to please, but also easy to irritate. Can easily fall in love and be a loyal partner, can also easily hold a grudge and has several enemies in the court. Has a passion for storytelling and accidentally buys into his own hype because he knows enough about stories to pick up on Themes and CLEARLY he's meant for something...

Canny Tim

Once part of a relatively minor noble house that resided in the castle town of Gallowmere, Tim ran away from home to go live in a relatively non-enchanted part of the forest to work as a King's forester, rejecting both his house and his name. He has a passion for archery, and he will admit that he's partially motivated by spite after his father told him that arrows were not a pastime fitting for a lady.

To most of Gallowmere, Canny Tim seemingly popped into existence during the 49th Gallowmere Games and got top prize in all the archery categories. Sir Daniel has known him for a lot longer since they had some of the same tutors and has said that actually, Canny Tim is just so good at his job as a elite archer that he blended into the crowds and has no public records listed under a different name please don't ask me anymore questions bye.

Once went on a merry quest one summer to hunt down rare mushrooms in the Enchanted Forest for a pumpkin witch's brew to "redistribute fat in the chest area", so don't worry about him going to the Hall of Heroes in a binder, goodness no.

Wartilda, Daughter of Wartilda of the Pumpkin Gorge

As the daughter of the previous Pumpkin Witch of Pumpkin Gorge, Wartilda pretty much knew what she was going to do from the moment she was able to grow a fine gourd in the corner of her room at the tender age of two and she's quite fine with that. Pumpkins are a very agreeable population and most people tend to get on her nerves.

The witches of Pumpkin Gorge tend to marry shepherds or pig farmers, so no one knows how Wartilda managed to lure in the only son of a noble Gallowmere family such as Cedric Fortesque's son, who had to be saved after he and his horse got lost in the woods, nearly got eaten by a giant spider after bullied by a pack of fairies, and had to consume an entire pumpkin pie to calm himself down. A connection was made that day as this gangly idiot realized that he could be Himself around her away from the judging eyes of the courts AND eat steaming pumpkin pie at the same time. She thinks he's cute.

Like Dan, Wartilda has known Canny Tim for longer than the records have shown a Canny Tim living in Gallowmere. She's the one that brews his potions of masculinity, even if it means that she has to put up with Canny Tim's lame gourd-themed dick and balls jokes in the process.

Wartilda has an older sister, who has very low opinions of Dan, didn't like the fact that the two of them were seriously talking about marriage, and often says things like "he's uglier than a horse's butt" and "that loser's gonna die in the Battle of Gallowmere". They were meant in jest but that second one caused Wartilda to have a screaming match with her at Dan's funeral and it's said their relationship never fully recovered...

#sorry Canny Tim's bio is just ''he is trans'' but I just am really into the idea that Tim Just Appeared one day #(because he ran away from his shitty family who thought he was being a bad daughter)#MediEvil #MediEvil Resurrection #Canny Tim #Sir Daniel Fortesque #Pumpkin Witch #Turquoisephoenix's Headcanons

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trulybetty · 7 months

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oct' x 30 - seance (1/2)

Prompt: seance Pairing: tim rockford x f!reader Word Count: 507 Warnings: nada, but we do find out finally what our reader's nickname is 🕵️‍♀️ Summary: tim, turns up on your doorstep reluctantly turning to you for help

A/N: I had two ideas for today's prompt and couldn't choose between the two, so you get both! 🙌

x. masterlist

“I need your help.” Tim sighed, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed.

You let out a low whistle, “Has hell finally frozen over?”

Tim pinched the bridge of his nose, “Cagney.”

It was a nickname he had christened you with after the TV detective. It had started as a joke, but it had stuck. And coming from Tim, it always felt like a term of endearment.

“No, no,” you scoffed, “you’re going to let me enjoy this.”

“Must I?” he muttered as you stepped aside to allow him into your apartment.

“What was it you said to me?” you asked, closing and locking the door behind him.

“Cags.” he warned, not ready to hear his words come back to bite him.

“No, no,” you said, crossing your arms at your chest, “You said, and I quote, ‘I’d have better luck attending a seance than asking you for a reliable lead’.”

Tim's eyes met yours as he sighed, a rueful smile curling at the edges of his lips. “You really know how to hold a grudge, don't you, Cagney?”

He was disheveled, two restless nights at his office had been the cause of that. Dressed in a dark blazer, the jacket open to reveal a simple white button-down shirt and dark jeans that were worn in that perfectly faded way. In his hand, he held a bottle of gin, the label exuding an understated sophistication. It was a peace offering and a bribe, wrapped up in green-tinted glass and a silvery cap.

“But you brought gifts,” you noted, eyeing the bottle with a grin. “You really do need my help, don't you?”

Tim shifted slightly, setting the bottle of gin down on your rustic coffee table with a soft clink as you left the room for the kitchen.

“Let's just say I've hit a bit of a wall,” Tim admitted, looking somewhat uncomfortable at having to ask for help. “And given your...unique skill set and resources, I thought you might be the one to help me break through it.”

“Ah, my 'unique skill set.'” you remarked as you returned with two glass tumblers in one hand and a lime and tonic water in the other.

“Among other things,” he replied, a slight blush colouring his cheeks. The dim lighting of your apartment gave his features a softer edge, making him appear more vulnerable than you were used to. It was endearing, and you felt your fondness for him swell.

Tim broke eye contact first, his gaze falling to the gin bottle he had just set down. “So, are you in? Can I count on you to help me sort through this mess?”

The atmosphere in the room seemed to thicken, charged with a blend of tension and unspoken feelings that had been gradually building since you first met.

“Alright,” you finally said. “But this means you owe me one. And I plan on collecting at some point.”

His eyes brightened at your acceptance, and for the first time that evening, he looked genuinely relieved. “Deal.”

#october x 500 #autumnal offerings #tim rockford x reader #tim rockford x you #tim rockford x f!reader #tim rockford x female reader #tim rockford fanfiction #tim rockford fanfic #pedro pascal character fanfiction

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dracwife · 1 year

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pedantic.

ship: about this dream & you → mickey/tim

word count: 960

summary: Tony settles an argument between Mimi and Tim. Based on a little idea I had for those pre-case interactions we see<3

The elevator dings, and Tony checks his watch. 8:45, that should mean that…

"Tony, I'm not pedantic, am I?"

"Good morning, Timmy," he smiles. Right on cue.

"Right?"

Tony pauses, squints. He looks Tim over curiously, the way his backpack is slung over his shoulder half-hearted, his jacket draped over his arm. His annoyed, pleading face staring down at him, mouth slightly agape. Tim shakes his head and furrows his brows, waiting for an answer.

"Not at all, my dear friend. Why ever would you think such a thing?" Tony finally leans back in his chair, offering the other agent a moment to let out the breath he'd been holding.

"Thank you!" he huffs, and continues towards his desk, dropping his bag and retrieving his things from his desk drawers. He shakes his head in disbelief, disgruntlement.

"He asks because that's what I told him he is," the third voice joins them finally, "It was very mean of you not to hold the elevator for me."

"Oh," Tony sighs, watching the dark haired man round the corner into the bullpen.

"Mickey called you pedantic?"

"Because he is."

"Tony said I'm not," Tim gestures towards him, almost like a child, desperate to win the argument.

Tony grimaces, "Actually, he's right. You are pedantic. Like, so, totally, very extremely pedantic. All the time."

"What?" Tim's voice almost cracks. His head turns toward his friend, confused and possibly betrayed, "I am not!"

"Like a middle-aged school teacher with a classroom full of over-hyped kiddies holding a stack of worksheets and an eternal grudge over stolen youth, my friend."

"You just said I wasn't!"

"I lied," Tony offers gently.

"Why would you lie to my face?"

"You see, McMeticulous, it's a bit like picking on those same little middle school kiddies. You bully the same one for so long, it gets a little boring," Tony tilts his head, offers an apologetic gaze, "You almost get to feeling bad for the kid after a couple of years, cause he never fights back. You throw him a bone once in a while."

"This is unbelievable! What else have you lied to me about?"

"Oh, so much, Tim. But it made you feel nice every time, didn't it?" Tony's words cover his laugh for a moment, but that toothy grin that grows as he speaks still shines through.

"You see, Tony, this morning," Mickey exaggerates every word, "I couldn't find my hairbrush. So instead of wasting our time, lest we be late --" his head snaps towards Tim, who's now sat carefully at his desk, glaring back, "I just borrowed my dear boyfriend of nearly six years', you know, assuming that because we've been together so long," the pitch of his voice slowly rises, "Maybe he wouldn't mind so much. But apparently in doing-so I committed some heinous sin against humanity!"

"I just don't like when people borrow my brush, okay?"

"Tim, for god's sake we share a bed! We share clothes! We share pillows and hats and we drink from the same coffee cup every morning! Oh my god, we even shared a toothbrush when you left yours at home on that case in Florida last month! And I can name a million other things we share besides that, but to be quite honest with you I don't think Tony wants to hear about those."

"Maybe I do," his voice chimes in.

"I don't," the final voice interrupts them.

"Gibbs, would you please tell Tim he's being ridiculous?"

The man in question rounds the corner, and makes his way to his own desk, quietly. He looks over towards Mickey with a smile, and tilts his head for a second, that sort of half-head shake he's so used to being given.

"I just don't like people moving my things, okay? And…It's a very expensive brush. And Mickey has very…Tough knots when he gets out of the shower sometimes. It's made for gentle hair."

"Expensive gentle-hair-only brush? That's…So very McGee of you, McGee," Tony mumbles, his brows furrowed in confusion.

"And so pedantic. It's not even an insult. It's just fact."

"And you --" Tim turns to Mickey, "I didn't hold the elevator because you stopped to get coffee." His voice lowers, "I'm sorry."

"Well, it was still mean," the other pouts, and passes cups to the other two agents, and places another on Ziva's empty desk in the assumption she'd be in at any moment before finally approaching the corner where he and Tim's desks sit, touching in some sort of broken L, in perhaps the most ironic and sickeningly-cute ways they could have possibly been arranged; And in six years, neither of them had ever questioned it. Mickey holds out the last cup to his boyfriend.

"You still got me coffee?" Tim looks up at him. Those stupid puppy eyes, Mickey could never resist them, and he almost hates himself for it.

"Well…Yeah. I've never not gotten you coffee, no matter how mad I am at you. Besides, you're gonna give it to me in three sips anyways. You always do."

Tim almost smiles, and takes the cup.

"Thank you."

Mickey shrugs, and tries to hide his grin back. Tim glances over at their boss, who seems preoccupied with whatever was on his monitor at that moment. He glances to the side, where Tony sits relaxed, inspecting his coffee. He glances towards the elevator, where he sees Ziva finally joining them. Then he looks towards Mickey, who has finally sat down, and propped his feet onto his desk, keyboard in his lap, and checking his email. Tim pulls up his own, enters the recipient, and types out just three words before hitting send.

Mickey blinks, puzzled for a moment. Clicks something.

And then he smiles.

#dex.writes #ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ | r. － t.m.#ok2rb!#this was so silly i just had fun writing it i didnt mean for it to end up so long

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sarahreadstoomanycomics · 2 years

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Just curious because I don't see the appeal myself but why do you like Tim?

The simple answer is because I do and you don’t need a reason to like things don’t let anyone else tell you otherwise.

The actual answer is because he makes me happy. I feel like most characters people like do that them. Like I genuinely think he’s so funny even if it’s not intentional. Like Dick is funny because he has a sense of humor and makes good jokes. Tim is funny because you cannot believe half of the stuff this kid is doing or whats coming out of his mouth. Like this is a tiny boy who sits there and lectures Batman constantly to take care of himself. Who will do shit like rip the KG Beast’s eye out of his socket accidentally and just be like gross and then just continue on. Who saw Darkseid immediately came to the conclusion this Darkseid was fake and proceeded to poke one of the most powerful villains in the DCU with a stick. Who upon first meeting Ra’s al Ghul attempted to crush him with a giant penny. Who never thinks about the things he’s saying so like even on his first night out as being Robin officially with Bruce he says this:

I also personally greatly dislike him being described as the smart Robin too just so you know. Even when it comes to him being smart I preferred it when he was written in a way where he got himself into a giant mess than he had to think creatively to get out of. I think it’s a disservice both his haters and fans do to him. Since for a lot of people that becomes his only personality trait so hence he has to be the best at it or else he has nothing. This leads to both his fans and writers dumbing down other characters for the sake of propping him up as smarter which can understandably irritate the fans of those other characters. Also I don’t care how many people try to say he’s a bland self insert with no personality he does have one and here’s how I personally describe him to people. Tim is a dorky, dweeby, kid who has a tendency to hyper-fixate and fanboy, whose also a giant chaotic mess who does some of the most absurd shit super casually but also has no tact and will say the rudest shit imaginable to people's faces without thinking about it but he also generally cares about Bruce's mental health more so than any other Robin.

I mean another thing for me is I also love his relationships to other characters. I love his relationship with Dick in particular and I will never discredit Dick’s relationship to Damian but I grew up on Dick and Tim being brothers together. Messing around together, screwing with each other, etc.The amount of times I’ve read Prodigal even though it’s written by Mr. Stinky Pants Chuck Dixon most would call excessive. And obviously I love his friendship with the Young Justice members as well. And even though a lot of people like to discredit Tim and Steph’s relationship because he very much is a jerk to her a lot. I still enjoy their relationship and think that it’s a disservice to both to act like it shouldn’t matter to either just because Tim could be terrible and hey sometimes she was in the wrong too(him a lot more so though). They still deeply cared for one another and their lives were impacted by each other regardless and you cut out a huge chunk of both of their histories if you just want to ignore it.

And I’m aware of his flaws as you can see from my last section there. I know there’s times he treats people entirely unfairly. He can be judgemental and harsh. He can hold grudges and be act out against them in ways they do not deserve. But he’s still one of my favorite characters and I accept all facets of him good and bad. If you don’t like him or see the appeal as you said you don’t have to. I just hope I conveyed at least a little of why I do.

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another third eye au future evil titans thought

I do not have Details or Plot Outline but I do have a Scene and setup

so probably evil future titans is lead by evil future cass since she never had an evil arc in this au.rhey take over titans tower and Tim gets taken out of the equation and shoved in a relatively nice holding cell with one of the future titans checking up on him, and via the power of Deduction realises that the reason they're not trying to convince him to join their murder cult thinking or treating him as a potential future threat is that. he isnt involved in their future.

and bc of the psychological problems he is very quickly able to be like "ah its bc I am dead in their future. ah well, sucks but i knew it was coming"

he strikes up conversation with his captor (not sure who exactly but likely a meta) and gets them to open the cell door to talk with him (while standing in it to give them a false sense that he's still super trapped) by laying out that he knows he's dead in their future and would like details.

they're like wow forgot how creepy it was when you did that. Well I cant give you details because you just vanished one day and when we tried to figure out what was going on we realised you'd given most of your stuff away to different people. and then months later we hear that lady shiva says she killed you! what the hell

and Tim gets to be like, well if your future selves also went back and met you qs you said and this is all one big closed loop then this conversation between your future you and your timeline's me probably happened as well which means I already knew what was going to happen. and since you seem upset by me dying I'm gonna be compassionate and reassure you that I'm not entirely surprised and have been ready for this for a While. so in your timeline I probably didn't tell you bc I knew it would upset all of you, but tbh I've been living on a countdown timer for years and my time just ran out.

and the evil future titan is like wow. you have psychological problems 👍

and he's like yeah BUT let me divulge my traumatic backstory. so when i was 13 I killed a person. somebody with a grudge against my family paid a serial killer to make me his next victim. he attacked me with a knife and I panicked, picked up something heavy, and hit him in the side of the head with it. most people would say that was justified. self defence, right but? but I didn't just save my own life. that man had killed over a hundred people. by killing him, I prevented the creation of any future victims. and I'd already crossed the line by killing somebody. when Shiva offered to train me, i accepted. i knew that eventually she'd kill me, and with what she taught me i could have kept killing until then. i already had blood on my hands.

but I didn't. I never killed another person. not even when I knew it was justified, that they deserved it, that the world would be better without them. killing is a line you can't uncross. every time you kill somebody you take another step forward, until the line is so far behind you that you forgot it was ever there. ive seen a lot of people who live their life that way. I was trained by one.

you can't undo what you did. you can't escape the consequences. I can't un-kill that man, or escape the bargain I made afterwards. but you don't have to keep going forwards, either. no matter how far gone you think you are--you always, always can choose to stop. I don't think me telling you this will convince you, but you should think it over at least.

the future titans realise they've been leaning into the doorframe as they talked and tries to straighten up only for their vision to swim and their legs to give out.

surprise, the cell has been pumping out nerve gas (that he already had an immunity built up against), something he'd suggested be built into the cells as an Extra Restraint, but secretly as a contingency plan in case the other titans ever turned on him or somebody took over their base and tried to lock him up. he just had to trigger it and get them in the cell (or the doorway of the cell) long enough for it take effect. paranoia saves the day!

#third eye au #my writing

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jiminsbabexxx · 2 years

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Afraid

Afraid Part 8

It had been a couple days since the blowout between Bruce and Jason, and Jason was yet to come home. Which led to now you were getting ready for your first day back on patrol, but you couldn’t help but be a little sad that Jason wasn’t here with you. “Y/N, you look good.” Dick said, you smiling softly. “Thanks Dick, I feel good.” You said, standing up from tying your ties on your boots. “Well I’m a little sad that Jay isn’t here.” You said, Dick crossing his arms. “Never underestimate Jason he can hold a grudge for a long time, I mean even you saw he even tried to kill Bruce.” Dick said, Damian and Tim walking into the room.

“What are we talking about?” Tim asked, Dick coming up to you to put his arms around your shoulders. “Talking about Y/N’s first night back out.” Dick said, you smiling. “You’re going to kill it Y/N!” Tim said, Bruce walking in the room. “Y/N, can I have a moment?” Bruce asked, you nodding and walking over to Bruce. “How are you feeling, you okay?” Bruce asked. “I’m okay, a little nervous.” You said.

“That’s okay, normal.” Bruce said. “Dad, what about Jason?” You asked, an angry expression flashing across his face. “Listen Y/N Jason is fine.” Bruce said. “How are you sure?” You asked. “Y/N listen Jason grew up on the streets he knows how to survive.” Bruce said. “And he’s staying at a safe house of mine not to far away.” Bruce said. “Hey, you guys ready?!” Dick shouted, you and Bruce looking over at him. “Cmon beautiful.” Bruce said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

You were on patrol with Tim, standing on top of a rooftop monitoring a transaction with Penguin and his goons. “So what exactly is going on between you and Jason?” Tim asked, you rolling your eyes. “Nothing!” You said firmly. “That’s why you have his name tattooed on you.” Tim said, you shooting a glare at him. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell.” Tim said, hands up in defense. “He seems obsessed with you.” Tim said, after minutes of silence.

“Can’t you see?” Tim asked, you ignoring him. “Y/N?” Tim asked. “Jesus Tim can you shut the fuck up?!” You whisper yelled, Tim being caught off guard. “Sorry Y/N.” Tim said, being caught off guard by a scream. You and Tim both rushing over to the edge of the rooftop seeing Dick being held by Penguin and his goons, you standing up taking your grapple off your belt. “What are you doing?!” Tim asked. “Going to save the day.” You said, Tim grabbing your leg.

“Are you kidding that’s a suicide attempt?!” Tim said, you shrugging him off. “Well someone has to help him, guess it’s me.” You said shooting your grapple, landing in front of the building taking care of the goons outside of the building. “Look’s like the Bat isn’t coming to save you any time soon, might as well get comfy lover-boy!” Penguin said, holding a gun up to Dick’s head. “Nice to see you didn’t learn your lesson P.” You said, walking into the building. “Who the bloody hell are you?!” Penguin asked, you smirking. “Phoenix.” Dick said simply.

“Phoenix?!” Penguin asked. “That’s Miss to you.” You said. “Get her!” Penguin yelled, his goons coming after you. Dick then getting the upper hold on Penguin seeing him distracted, you were fighting off his goons till Penguin then grabbed you by your hair putting the gun up to your temple. “Phoenix!” Dick yelled, walking towards you. “One more step and I blow her brains out!” Penguin yelled, Dick stopping.

“Put the fucking gun down!” Jason said firmly, walking up behind Penguin. “Who are you?!” Penguin asked. “Your worst fucking nightmare.” Jason said, putting a gun up to Penguin. “Red Hood.” You said. “Miss me beautiful?” Jason asked, hitting Penguin in the back of his head with the gun causing Penguin to pass out. Bruce, Tim, and Damian then rushing into the building. “You okay?” Jason asked, you pulling him into a hug. “Don’t ever do that shit to me again.” You said, Jason chuckling. “I won’t.” Jason said.

Song~ Ghost By Confetti

Taglist: @itsybitchylittlewitchy

#jason todd smut #batfam headcanons #arkham knight x reader smut #arkham knight x reader #arkham knight smut #red hood x you #jason todd x you #jason todd fluff #arkham knight

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heartlandians · 1 year

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Past, Present and the Future (Christmas Fanfiction), part 2/3

Genre: General, Drama, Family Characters: Tim Fleming, few other family members (don’t want to give out spoilers!)

Synopsis: Three different snapshots of Tim’s Christmasses of the past, present and the future.

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“Good boy...” Tim said and patted the palomino’s neck after he had placed the hay on the net for the horse to munch. The gelding, that would few years later earn the name “Champ”, started tugging out the hay between the strings, sighing as a sign of relaxation.

Giving him space to eat, Tim stepped out of the stall and closed the latch behind him. Looking at the horse, the man couldn’t help but think he was the best purchase he had made in a while. Even though Tim wasn’t exactly proud of his days at the oil rig or gambling at the casinos, at least that money had helped him to buy this beautiful animal.

This was a new horse for him, but already he seemed like he had been with the man forever. The way they worked together when herding the cattle was seamless, and the horse had an easy nature outside work too.

He was strong, loyal and resilient. All qualities Tim also wish he would possess.

It might have been 9 years since his rodeo accident, and usually a cowboy like him found himself a new horse quickly after losing the previous one because what was a cowboy without his horse, but in Tim’s case the journey here had been complicated and full of ups and downs.

His previous horse - a rodeo legend in his own right - Pegasus, had not just been any horse; he had been the horse for him.

After their accident at the Calgary Stampede, the horse had been a mess - just like him. While Tim had been too busy healing himself, his wife, Marion, had tried her best to fix the issues Pegasus had been dealing with as an aftermath of the whole thing.

When Tim had been kicked out of Heartland, Pegasus had stayed with Marion - and it had probably been better that way. Tim had not been in any position to take the horse with him anyway and he had not really been in a condition to take care of a horse either. He had barely managed to look after himself.

Now, almost a decade later, their paths had once again crossed. Marion had done amazing job with the horse, as Pegasus was back to being the stable friend Tim had once known. But a decade was a long time in a horse’s life, especially one with this horse’s history. Pegasus was a good fit for light trail rides, but he was no good for rodeo, not that anyone in the family would have even put him through that anymore.

But Pegasus was also not a working horse, and that’s where this palomino had stepped in as Tim had needed a horse to help with the herd he was working with. They were slowly getting to know each other and so far everything had gone well.

While Tim was lost in thought, Ray Phillips entered the Big River Ranch barn, leaning on his walking stick.

“Tim. What are you doing here?” Ray asked and moved with some labor as he stepped inside. He was an old man already, with injuries of his own, but insisted doing rounds around his property every day, even though he had staff to help him. Tim was one of them as he worked as a foreman. “I thought you would have gone to stay with your family at Heartland.”

“Oh...” Tim laughed dryly, turning toward his boss. “You know how Jack is; he can hold a grudge. There’s no way he would let me into that Christmas dinner table - even if I am able to visit my girls now. Gotta pick my battles...”

Ray nodded, knowing his neighbor well. They had shared fence for decades, after all, way over his 50 years of ranching, and here in Hudson you were not a stranger with the people living next to you.

“So... you’re alone for Christmas?” Ray read between the lines.

Tim nodded. “I guess I am.”

Taking a seat on top of two stocked square bales, Ray steadied his breath.

“My daughter was supposed to come stay with me, but... apparently some work related thing came up last minute and she can’t make it. Or so she says”, Ray said with a disappointed tone, fiddling his walking stick. “Truth be told, I don’t know if that is just an excuse... I feel like she’s not really interested in visiting me. Or staying here at Big River. I’m beginning to lose hope that this ranch will stay in the family in the future. I know I already have a plan for those longhorns of mine...”

“Well, you’re not leaving us anytime soon, are you, Ray?” Tim asked, even though he knew with someone of Ray’s age, that was only a matter of time with every passing day.

Ray chuckled, appreciating Tim’s attempt to make him feel younger than he was.

“You know damn well this might just be my last Christmas”, Ray reminded, and almost like from a cue, he started coughing.

Tim listened to the hollow sounds of his lungs as the older man gasped for air afterwards. When his coughing calmed down, Tim had a thought.

“Let’s say this is your last Christmas, hypothetically”, he said thoughtfully, “what would you like for your last Christmas to look like?”

“Oh...” Ray let out, taking some time to think about it. “Well, I always liked it when we had a Christmas tree back when Callie was a little girl. Seeing her admire the decorations and lights... I don’t know, it just always warmed my heart too.”

“So you’d want a Christmas tree?” Tim checked.

Ray nodded. “Yeah. One last time. I can’t go out to those woods anymore, not like how I used to. I miss it.”

“I can bring some of it to you”, Tim decided, like it was no big deal. “Just point me to a saw.”

* * * *

Less than 30 minutes later, Tim mounted his horse and headed toward the woods that were on Ray’s property. He knew not to cross any borders on this mission to find a Christmas tree as there were fences separating them from Heartland’s acres.

The beautiful frosty day pinched his cheeks as he and the horse ventured deeper into the forest. Looking around, Tim’s glance moved from one spruce to another. Some of them were too small, some of them too tall. Some of them looked right, but only on one side.

When he got closer to a more wooded area, something between the trees moved - a bird, perhaps - making the horse jump. Scared, the palomino started rushing forward, and Tim tried his best to use his bulldogging cowboy abilities to stay on, but when a large branch swiped him on the chest, the man lost his balance and fell down, hitting his top half on the icy surface as his cowboy hat bounced further away.

Feeling his head throbbing from pain, Tim groaned. Not only was he afraid he had just sustained a concussion, but the branch really had knocked the wind out of him. He laid there, barely moving and waited the pain to pass.

It was like on his old rodeo days, but at least he had not landed on his bad shoulder...

Just as the cold was starting to creep under his clothes and the brightness of the sky was beginning to hurt his eyes, Tim thought about getting up, but before he was able, he heard a voice.

“Easy there, cowboy.”

He recognized that voice in a heartbeat, but... it couldn’t be...

“Marion...?” Tim said, wondering if he was going insane.

Moving around his head against the snowy surface, Tim was trying to locate the origin of the voice, but he saw no one. Maybe his mind was playing tricks on him.

After all, Marion was dead. She had passed away in an accident earlier this year.

“Yeah, it’s me, you dummy”, Marion’s voice replied with some delay.

“But you’re--- you’re--” Tim stuttered. He still could barely say it.

“Dead?” Marion offered.

Tim swallowed dryly and nodded. “Yeah...”

“Maybe so, but death doesn’t have to be the end.”

Tim couldn’t understand this. “But I was at your funeral. We’ve mourned for you. The whole family.”

“I’ve seen it. If there was one good thing to come out of this it’s that you’re all together again.”

“I wish you were here with us. I feel like I just missed you. Like I was just few minutes away from seeing you again. Maybe if I had come back sooner, we---”

The words died on Tim’s lips.

“You wrote me a letter, remember?” Marion pointed out. “You tried.”

“I did. But I didn’t hear back.”

“I was not ready then. I was in the middle of my own recovery. The rodeo accident or the aftermath of it didn’t just happen to you. And... I didn’t divorce you because I wanted to. But... it’s what needed to happen so we could both move forward. I didn’t see a future for us, even though I hoped for it. Besides, I had to focus on the girls. Lou, especially, was affected by it all. But... I wasn’t able to help her. I just never got through to her, not like you always did.”

“I’ve been trying to make amends, but... it’s been difficult. With Amy, especially. I have to take it slow. There’s so much water under that bridge...” Tim confessed. “It takes more than blood and a will to connect for us to build those connections again.

“You’re on the right path”, Marion’s voice said. “Just keep going.”

A warm breeze of air swept all over Tim’s face as he was slowly starting to achieve consciousness again. Feeling the tickle of a horse’s muzzle on his cheek, Tim realized he was being examined by a horse.

His horse.

Opening his eyes, Tim saw the palomino standing next to him, almost apologetically.

“Did you lose something?” Tim asked with a low voice.

He chuckled when the horse breathed on his face.

“You came back for me, huh...?”

Nuzzling the horse’s cheek, Tim tried to gain back his strength to get up and get back on the horse. When you fell, the most important thing was to get back in the saddle. That was the motto he had lived by for years now and he wasn’t about to stop.

“We promised Ray a tree. We’re going to get that tree”, Tim said to his horse.

He mounted the gelding, thinking about the tree, but also sparing thoughts for Marion.

He felt her presence now.

There was a spot, not too far from here, where Tim knew Marion had always liked to ride to clear her thoughts. Maybe he could cross the property line just a little in order to remember the love of his life and appreciate the view she had always loved so much, seeing this was the first Christmas without her.

Even though they had not talked for years, Tim had always carried part of Marion with him in a form of a school ring. The woman had given it to him years ago for good luck while he had been on a circuit.

Tim’s younger daughter, Amy, now had it as it was Tim’s way of keeping Marion alive for her as well. The girls longed for their mother, for different ways, and while Tim could see how heavily Lou and Amy relied on their grandfather, Jack, Tim was hoping to be there for them too during this period of grief.

He wasn’t doing it for completely selfless reasons, but also because looking at them kept Marion alive for him too. He had needed to have that closure in order to move forward, and slowly but surely Tim was feeling the change in him.

Marion was never going to be forgotten, but they needed to continue to live their lives.

For her and for themselves.

Who knew where they would be ten, twenty years from now.

Hopefully still at Heartland, in some way.

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ok i can’t lie, i started off with a JA hyper fixation and it later developed into more of a cky one and i couldn’t agree more with you about the steve-o stuff and i just want to say as soon as i snapped out of my JA hyper fixation i hated steve-o too.

the man will really make merch out of anything to the point it’s kind of embarrassing? like i’m sorry but it’s so obvious that he only really cares about money, the man will sell anything and endorse shit that he probably hasn’t even tried just for money. i think the man is the definition of a sell out and i’m not surprised because yk look at his dad and his upbringing but like c’mon it’s ridiculous.

plus, from what i know (and i may have a misunderstanding of the situation,) the way bam’s addiction was treated was just so wrong by everyone. especially steveo. the vibe i get from the way steveo talks about it is like he thinks that bam should just get clean and have his shit together, like he’s all high and mighty because he’s clean and bam’s not. i think he forgets that addiction is a disease and doesn’t really want to think about that unless it’s to pat himself on the back.

without getting into it too much i don’t think any of the guys had much empathy for bam’s situation. and i understand bad is also kind of a dick but idk if he deserved that. like they definitely care i just think they more wanted him to just be sorted out for J4 more than anything.

also, i just wanted to ask what stories from friends of dico have portrayed him as bad? if you don’t want to explain that’s fine but could you give me some sources so i could look into it more? sorry if that sounds rude, totally not trying to be <3

anyway - 🥚 egg 🥚 -

Glad someone else agrees. Steve-O’s constant ads and sponsorships on his podcast rubs me the wrong way, especially in the Bam episode where he’d cut from a serious moment with Bam to an ad for liquid death or some other bullshit. He definitely didn’t seem sympathetic and also just talked over Bam a lot and addressed him in an oddly cold manner. I don’t like him.

As for Dico, it’s really just a combination of sources. Anytime Bam, Raab, Rake, Frantz or Novak do a podcast episode together and mention Dico, someone brings up one of his slightly asshole-ish tendencies. None of them seem THAT bothered by it (except maybe Novak, I don’t think Novak and Dico liked each other and Novak said Dico could be pretty dismissive of people he didn’t like), but they do mention that he had a tendency to hold grudges, to randomly dislike people for no reason or for small/petty reasons, to give people he didn’t like mean names in his phone, stuff like that. He confronted Tim Glomb a bit during Viva La Bam for trying to be a part of the group when he wasn’t, he was just a guy sent from MTV. He wasn’t a total dick or anything from the sound of it, just a little blunt with people he didn’t like and had a tendency to randomly dislike people. And apparently once he decided he didn’t like someone, you couldn’t get him to change his mind. Check out one of those episodes on Frantz’s YouTube channel where it’s him and Novak and two other people doing a podcast episode and you can see their faces, that’s where most of the comments come from

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