#(people are dicks)

[fireladybuckley]

Where be the lie

#autism #neurodiversity #people are dicks

[beaker1636]

Okay y’all, I’m not one to get into the drama side of the MIW fandom but I have a bone to pick with some people.

I’ve noticed some people comment on the photos Chris posted today saying shit like I miss Gaia, I liked Gaia better, etc. I get it’s a minority and only a small handful of people but it’s really pissing me off.

It doesn’t matter who you do or don’t like, all that matters is who he wants to be with, and it’s not fair to either of them to say shit like that. Just let them be happy, I swear some people are such dicks for absolutely no reason and it upsets me.

Sorry, end rant. I just had to share it somewhere because it’s been annoying me all night!

#motionless in white #chris motionless #chris cerulli #people are dicks #stay in your lane

[topazy]

So I was originally planning on updating five stories tonight, as I had been jumping between writing and editing them all at the same time:

• Tomorrow’s promise

• Inside, outside

• Hunted

• In the shadows

• Chosen side

However, after logging back into Tumblr after a few days, I saw the most infuriating comments, which actually made me want to delete my account. I’ve put a lot of time and effort into writing my fanfics (like all writers and creators), and seeing comments start with “I would've preferred” is a slap in the face. I know I'm not the best writer, but what is the point in trying to drag another person down? What do you get out of it?

I’ve probably given more light to these comments than I should, but it’s got me so riled up! I honestly don’t know how anyone can think it’s okay to be such a dick online for no reason!

#topazy rants #people are dicks

[faofinn]

No. 21 FAMOUS LAST WORDS

@whumptober

@whumptober-archive

Coughing up Blood | “You’re safe now.” | “Take me instead.”

It was an absolutely hellish Saturday night. The ED was busy, full of drunk people and fights and general chaos. Fao had been down there more times than he could count, and it didn’t help that the junior doctor he had on call with him was more of a hindrance than a help. The bleeps he was getting seemed endless, everyone needing something from him. 

Luckily Hars and Finn were on shift, which made life a little easier - he knew the information he’d get from them was good, with appropriate referrals, but not everyone was like that. Finn was still learning, too, he wasn’t always perfect. He’d sent his junior down to see a couple of the patients, but after the third phonecall to ask a question, Fao chose to just head down himself. 

He met him down there, reaching for the notes. “What can you tell me about this patient, then?”

“Uh, male, 23 years old, presented with abdominal pain, initially central but progressed to severe lower right quadrant pain, tender on examination with rebound pain. Has had nausea and vomiting, temperature of 38.4. Bloods show elevated white cells and inflammation markers, CT shows inflammatory changes of the appendix and-”

“Hang on, you’ve called me down here with an open and shut appendicitis case? Admit him, consent for an appy, find a space on the list and you can scrub in. How stable are his obs?”

“Uh, stable, but, uh, it’s not that. I’ve tried to do all of that, but…”

“But what?” Fao’s patience was wearing thin. 

“It’s the family. They won’t listen at all, I’ve tried explaining but they’re convinced I’m a liar… They’ve pushed me twice, keep shouting at me. They demanded to see my boss, and, well…” 

Fao softened. “Alright. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, a little shaken and all but…”

“Go and get a cup of tea. Let me deal with this one. And I’ll hold your bleep for a bit, give you some peace.” Fao said, checking over the notes. 

“Thanks, Dr Blackwood.” His trainee murmured, handing over his bleep. 

“Don’t worry about it. Nobody deserves to be verbally or physically abused whilst treating a patient.” He said, and once he was happy, headed to the bay. 

“Hello, Mr and Mrs Stevens, is it? I’m Dr. Blackwood, consultant general surgeon. I hear you’re unhappy with the care my colleague was providing for your son?”

“It’s disgusting, the care you get here!” The man snapped. 

“I’m sorry to hear that, is there something I can clarify?” 

“You’re trying to admit our son! He’s fine, he doesn’t need to stay in hospital.” The wife said sharply. Fao noticed the patient himself had curled up, facing away from them, and was quiet. 

“Well, I’m afraid your son does need admitting to the hospital. His test results are highly indicative of appendicitis, which is where his appendix has become inflamed and infected, which is what’s causing his pain. It’s very common, unfortunately, but it’s very treatable. We plan to admit him to a ward as soon as possible, for him to receive fluids and antibiotics through a vein, before he has an operation to remove his appendix. It’s a very simple procedure, doesn’t take long at all, and he’ll be able to go home soon after.”

“You’re lying!” 

Fao sucked in a deep breath. “I promise, I’m not lying. I have no reason to lie, all I want to do is treat your son, I can see he’s in considerable pain.” Fao knew that pain all too well. “I appreciate this is a stressful time, no parent wants to see their child in pain. Let us help him?”

“No! Your chemicals and medications will just make him sicker.”

Fao had to wonder why they’d even come to the ED if they were convinced medicine was going to make their son sicker, but he wasn’t going to start that argument. 

“I can assure you, everything we’re doing is in your son’s best interests. And to be completely frank with you, the decision lies with your son, not you. He’s over 18, he’s free to make his own decisions regarding his health and medical treatment.”

“How dare you!” The father spat, standing up. He was taller than Fao, and certainly a large man. 

“Sir, please, if you could sit down for me.”

“Fuck you!” He shouted, pushing Fao away. 

Fao stumbled, but kept his balance. “Sir, please don’t push me like that, I’m here to help your son.” 

“Clearly you’re not!”

“If you could just step out a minute I can speak to your son privately, I want to understand what kind of treatment he wants. That, or I’m afraid I’m going to have to call security.”

Fao expected the man to kick off, truthfully. But he hadn’t expected him to become more physical to him. Whilst Fao wasn’t tall, he was intimidating enough when he wanted to be. 

“My fucking tax goes on this and all you do is treat us like shit! We’ve been sat here hours and now you come and tell us he needs all of this treatment! It’s all bullshit, none of you know how to do your jobs! Disgusting.”

“Sir, if you don’t stop shouting I’m going to have to call security.” Fao said, voice even. 

And that’s when the man swung at him. Fao ducked the first punch easily enough, but he wasn’t expecting to get hit in the side, the man’s fist connecting hard with his ribs. He staggered back, trying desperately not to swear. He managed to stay upright, but the call bell was far too far away for him to reach. Typical. 

Clutching the wall, he tried to catch his breath, pain spreading over his chest. That was quite enough of that. He drew the curtains back and stalked wordlessly out of the bay, looking for someone to call security in. 

Harrison caught the tail end of it, Fao looking pissed - and in pain. "Wolfie?"

Frustrated, Fao tugged his scrub top down. “Fuckin-” He cut himself off before he said something worse. “Punched me. Needs security in there.”

"They what?" Harrison was fuming. "Get yourself seen to. I'll be two minutes."

“I’m fine.” Fao said breathlessly, leaning against the wall. “Don’t do anything stupid? Just call security.”

"I'm not doing anything stupid." He managed, the curtains already to the side. "Get the fuck out of here. I am not having you assault my staff."

“And what gives you the right to speak to me like that?”

"Don't even try me." Harrison growled through clenched teeth as he grabbed his arm. "I've told you to get the fuck out of my ED."

“Hey! Get your hands off of me!”

"Should have thought about that before, shouldn't you?"

“This is assault!”

"Yeah, uh huh. I don't give a shit."

Though he struggled, the man couldn’t get away from Harrison. He was helpless as he was dragged out of the ED, though he swore the entire time. 

Harrison didn't give two shits about the looks, or the struggles of the father. He'd made his bed by assaulting Fao, and he wasn’t having it. His lip got split in the process, but that was nothing in comparison to how Fao had looked leaving the bay. He passed the man off to the security outside, chewed them off for their delayed response, and headed back in to find Fao. 

Fao was leaning on the nurse’s station, feeling breathless and sore. He’d refused their help, saying he was fine and just winded. He definitely felt rough though, rattled from the confrontation. 

"Don't be a dick, Fao. Come on." He clicked his fingers. "In this bay."

“I’m fine, jus’ winded.”

"Yeah, so was I. Move it."

“It’s not that bad.” He grumbled, but moved into the bay. 

"Thank you."

“You’re so busy, though.” Fao complained, sitting on the edge of the bed. He turned his head away to cough, groaning as it jarred his ribs. 

"Yeah, I thought that too." Harrison muttered, before calling to a nurse. "Can one of you book Fao in? I want a cxr, just in case."

Fao rolled his eyes. “I’m supposed to be bloody working.” He said, voice cracking. 

"I didn't get to go home after my shift, Fao. I'm not having the same happen to you."

“I know, I’m sorry.” He said softly, coughing again.

"Don't apologise, just let us help."

“Just a couple of broken ribs I reckon.” Fao groaned.

"It looks a bit worse than that. I've seen you take a lot more and come out better than this."

“Yeah, well, I’m getting old.” Fao said, trying to clear his throat. It didn’t work, and he coughed again, tasting blood. 

Harrison frowned at him, his eyes narrowed. "Right, top up, off if you can."

“’m flattered, but we’re both married.”

"Doesn't mean we can't look." Harrison shot back. "Come on, don't be an arse."

With a groan, Fao pulled his top over his head. “Ow.” 

"I'll get one of my amazing nurses to come and get a cannula in in a little bit, yeah? I just want a quick listen."

“I don’t need a cannula, I’m fine.” Fao said. “But you can listen. Probably sounds like shit, I’ve been smoking more than usual the past week or so.”

"Of course you have." He rolled his eyes. "You need to cut back."

“I know, I know. I had done, I was really good.” He said, coughing again. “Fuck, that hurts.”

"Yeah, you're getting a cannula." He said, grabbing his steth. "It's a bit cold, sorry."

“Mm, it’s okay, I’ll live.”

"Yeah, you don't have a choice." He murmured, listening to his chest. "Deep breath, I know it’s sore."

He did his best. It was hard work, and it really was sore. He hated the breathless feeling, like he was still winded, even though the punch had been long enough ago now. 

Harrison stepped back, clearing his throat. His brow furrowed, he sighed sharply, glancing over the observations. 

"I think he's fucked your lung."

“Define ‘fucked’?” Fao said, rubbing over the scar on his chest. 

"I can't hear breath sounds at the base of your lung. Given your history, your observations, your presentation…I want to get you down for CT now. I'm pretty sure you've got a pneumothorax."

Fao groaned. “A CT, really? I’m fine, I need to go back to work, I’ve got an urgent list.”

"Did you listen to anything else I said?"

“Are you sure there’s nothing at the base?” Fao said. “How bad are my obs, honestly? I’m sure they’re fine.”

He held out his stethoscope. "Listen for yourself."

Fao set his jaw. “Fine, I trust you. You’re better at that than me, anyway. Isn’t CT going to take forever, though?”

"Not if we're coming from resus." 

“Please don’t put me in resus. I’m hardly that urgent, and you lot are so busy.”

"Protocols, I can't do shit about the red tape."

“Come on, I’m stable enough.”

"Not with your history." He swallowed thickly. "Sorry, Fao, we haven't got a choice."

“My history is completely different to this, though.” He complained. “The last time was a pneumonia, and the time before that… Well, we both know that. I’m fine, honest, I can wait, I don’t need a resus bed.”

"I don't make the rules. It's Ely working?"

“No, she’s out with her mum and the twins.”

"Alright. I'll give her a call in a second, yeah? And I'll call Sheila."

“Can you call them later?”

"There's no hiding it from Finn, he'll call your mum straight away."

“You can tell Finn, but you need my consent to call my next of kin, and you don’t have it.”

"Unfortunately, your brother doesn't need consent to call your mum. I'll leave it to you two to argue it out." 

“Look, I’ll do whatever you want me to do, just don’t call Sheila until it’s sorted?”

"I won't call her, but I can't promise about Finn." He softened, giving an apologetic shrug. 

“Fine, I’ll sort Finn out.”

"I'll tell him not to call her."

“Sure. Oh, can I call my registrar before you cart me off to CT? I sent him off for a cuppa, and took his bleep so he got some damn peace.” 

"Course you can. I need to go make sure you're booked in anyway."

“If you’re sending someone to cannulate, can you make sure they’re good? I don’t feel like being stabbed.” 

"The best." He promised. 

“Thank you.” Fao said softly. 

Harrison asked his junior to make sure Fao was actually booked in, found his favourite nurse and asked them to cannulate him, and then headed off to find where Finn had disappeared off to. He hoped by talking to him first they'd avoid most of the shit he knew was coming. He'd promised Fao he'd not call Sheila, but Finn was something else.

Fao wasn’t overly impressed by the entire ordeal. He called his registrar to explain the situation, and told him to go and find one of the other consultants on shift to work alongside them whilst he pissed around in the ED. He hoped it was nothing, but he did feel pretty shit, and he was sure it was fairly similar to how he’d felt when he’d had his last pneumo. Not exactly reassuring. He was still bloody sore, each breath agony, and the cough just made it worse. He hopped down off of the bed to grab a tissue, feeling gross coughing into his elbow. After a particularly vicious and painful coughing fit, he noticed specks of scarlet on the tissue as he screwed it up to throw it away. That wasn’t ideal. 

Finn was less than impressed at Fao's incident, but he couldn't change anything. He agreed to not call Sheila until he'd at least seen Fao, but wouldn't promise more than that. 

Soon enough Fao’s cannula was in, and then he just had to wait for CT. He knew Finn would be there to chew him out soon, and he really didn’t have the energy. 

"Fao?" Finn called, searching for his brother. He finally caught sight of him and sighed. "Fao."

“I’m not here.” Fao grumbled. “Went home.”

"I've tried that one before, it doesn't work." He said softly, moving to Fao's side and gripping his hand tight. "How are you, really?"

“It hurts and I can’t stop coughing, but it’s fine. Hars is overly worried because he’s triggered, but I’m alright. Just a stupid idiot assaulting a doctor. Rather me than my registrar.”

Finn was gentle, wrapping his arms around Fao as he swallowed thickly. Harrison was triggered, it was obvious to everyone, but he was still an excellent doctor - if he was worried, there was good reason. 

“Oh, don’t be a sap.” Fao grumbled, clearing his throat. “I’ve had worse, I’ll be alright.”

"I know, but it's not nice."

“I’m just pissed he punched me. I expected him to go for my face - and dodged it - but not my fucking ribs.”

"Have security got him? Have the cops been called?"

“Hars got him.”

"What do you mean?"

“Hars went into that bay on the warpath and escorted him out.” 

Finn managed a laugh. "Jesus Christ."

“Rumour has it he’s dead in the gutter now.” Fao said roughly, stifling a cough. 

"He wouldn't be that obvious.”

“True.” Fao agreed with a smile. 

"He'd still do anything for you."

“He would. I wish I hadn’t worried him so much.”

"Just him? Do I not matter?" Finn teased. 

“Not what I meant.” He grumbled. “Pass me a tissue?” He was so fed up of coughing, it just made everything worse. 

Finn stood up quickly, grabbing several sheets. "Here, sorry it's the shit ED ones."

“They’re ‘kay.” Fao said, turning away from his brother to cough into one, wrapping his arm over his chest to try and ease the pain. 

Finn narrowed his eyes. "You really look like shit."

“Yeah, I’ve felt better.” He said eventually.

"Fao?"

“What?”

"Is that blood?"

“No.” He said quickly, screwing the tissue up. 

"Fao." His voice was firm. "Don't lie to me."

“Maybe a little. A tiny speck.”

"Show me."

“I think I just bit my lip or something.” He lied, pocketing the tissue. 

"You owe me more than lies." He said, arms folded and brows furrowed. "I'm telling Harrison."

“God, you’re turning into mum.”

"And you're lying to me."

“It’s barely anything.” Fao said, but handed Finn the crumpled tissue. “It doesn’t change the fact I’m still waiting for CT.”

"That's enough blood to be concerned about." He hissed, torn between frustration and concern.

“I probably just burst a blood vessel somewhere, all this stupid coughing.”

"Or, I don’t know - maybe it's the fucking collapsed lung?"

“It’s not that much blood.”

"It's enough!"

“Go and tell Hars, then. He’ll probably come in here and kill me.”

!

"That's kinda counterproductive."

“Would save him hassle.”

"Do you really believe that?"

“No, the fucker has half my liver, he’s not going to kill me. Just go and find him? Maybe it’ll speed up fucking CT so I can go home.” Fao said tiredly. 

"I'll go find him. Can you call mum?"

“No.” Fao said. “Not until it’s fixed.”

"She'll worry even worse if you do that."

“No, because I can tell her everything is fine.”

"But it's not."

“It will be when it’s treated.”

"Have you always been such an arsehole?"

“Yeah.”

"Sounds about right." Finn grinned, giving Fao a gentle hug. "I'll be five minutes, max."

“It’s okay.”

"I love you."

“Love you too.” Fao said softly, feeling guilty as well as like shit. 

Finn was quick to find Harrison, raising his concerns to the other man. He wasn't surprised, not really, but it wasn't what he'd hoped for. He thanked Finn, made some stern phonecalls, and finally got the space to rush Fao for CT. Resus space was made too, Harrison warning them to not fill it while they were at CT, and preparing the team for it to be Fao, and for him to be a terrible patient. 

CT sucked, but at least it was quick, and then Fao was sat in resus, somewhat unimpressed. All he wanted was to go back to work and do his list, then go home. But he wasn’t allowed to do either, stuck in the purgatory that was resus, with both Harrison and his brother fuming at him. 

"Are you sure I can't call mum? Even dad?"

“Dad will just tell Mum. It’s okay, just wait until it’s all sorted.”

"They have a right to know."

“And they will know. But let’s just wait until everything is under control.”

"Alright." He sighed, defeated. "Least you couldn't have a better doctor."

“Hars will see me right.”

"Already saved your stupid ass once. "

“I paid him back for that one.”

"The liver doesn't give you a free pass to do daft shit."

“No, but I still paid him back.”

"It's not tit for tat."

“Could be.”

"Is not though."

“It’s okay.”

The more Fao coughed, the more he was aware he wasn’t right. He hated it, hated that all of this had happened because of one selfish man who thought he knew best. The injury itself was a pain in of itself, but the situation just made it so much worse. He hated every second in resus, waiting for his CT to come back so Hars could bollock him about it before eventually doing something to fix it. He wasn’t looking forward to that either, but there was no getting out of it. At least it would get him home, eventually.

#whumptober 2022 #no. 21 #famous last words #coughing up blood #fic #oc #faolan blackwood #finn daniels #harrison #harrison is definitely not triggered #assault of a healthcare worker #punched in the ribs #people are dicks #pneumothorax #broken ribs #poor fao #psa don't attack drs #whump writing #whump prompt #hars post liver transplant #fao refusing to call his parents #he's so stubborn but love him anyways

[mosscoveredcowboy]

I’m tired of everyone being allowed to have the audacity but me

#people are dicks #and I’m tired of everyone getting a pass to be one but me it feels like

[theomenscouncil666]

One thing I do have to ask to the people who enjoy things that arent harmful and or use non harmful coping mechanisms, how are you so bored with your own life and so insecure that you have to put other people down just so you can feel good about yourself? How much of a basement dweller are you? Does being a dick turn you on? Because honestly it’s pathetic, it’s pathetic that you think that making others feel like shit for your own self actualization, how much do you hate yourself? Why are you so obsessed with what other people are doing with their free time? Do you not have a job? Have you never felt the love of another human being? Because god that’s pathetic, I can recommend a therapist

#rant post #people are dicks #honestly go touch grass lmao #no one thinks ur cool for being a microdick owning loser #chronically online ass mf

[violent138]

League members discussing meeting Robin at work:

"Compared to Bats, Robin was a total sweetheart. Ball of sunshine."

"Man, must've been a good day then, the kid I met was a real anklebiter. He pulled out a sword and everything."

"Anklebiter is harsh, the sweet boy I met barely said a word, he just kept asking about Themyscira and the lasso."

"He? I met a blonde girl."

"No, no, black haired boy with blue eyes. We're talking about Robin."

"Yeah same here, blue eyed and tanned."

"Pretty sure he had green eyes. And talked fancy. And kind of scolded me for time travelling."

"The child I met was paler than the moon."

"I'm telling you I met a girl, and she was Robin."

"Well... either we're all wrong or we're all right."

So they arrive at the conclusion that Bats has a shape-shifter for a kid.

#Not particularly original #however still amusing #They conveniently forget how many years have passed between interactions #And also forget that people can have the same“hero” name #Batman #Batfamily #dc robin #like Red Hood (there was another red hood before that) #Bruce Wayne #Dick Grayson #Jason todd #Damian Wayne #Tim Drake #Stephanie brown #This came to me in a fever dream #jla #justice league

[allthegothihopgirls]

i want to believe that the other batboys get so caught up in how damian NEVER acts like a normal child, that whenever they see him engaging in regular kid activities™ everyone is on high alert whilst trying to preserve the moment.

tim's with kon and they walk past jon's room to see him and damian playing toy cars? they start walking faster until they're a safe distance away, to stop in their tracks and share a mutual "what the fuck???"

jason and damian are arguing, something jason says strikes a nerve, and damian just stops and breaks the stoic act. jason has NO clue what to do with himself, because nothing he's ever said has gotten a non-violent reaction out of the kid.

dick's taking damian to the cinemas, and lets him pick what they watch. damian picks a kids movie, and doesn't make comments about it seeming 'childish' or 'boring', instead he looks genuinely interested. dick goes along with it but is really taken aback.

damian's patrolling with the other boys, and sustains a mild injury. everyone's used to him fixing himself up and never making a big deal out of it. they've seen him break bones and refuse medical attention, mainly because of how the league trained him. so when they get back to the batcave, and are all getting fixed up in the infirmary, everyone's shocked when damian, sitting to the side about to patch himself up, starts crying, because he's exhausted and hurt.

whenever the boys see damian asleep anywhere but his room, they make sure to tip-toe past and tell the others not to wake him. usually when this happens it's because he's been so exhausted, that he's sat down to watch a show, been playing with titus, or doing schoolwork, and he's just fallen asleep in the middle of it. afterwards, dick especially, makes sure that damian's sleeping enough, which is hard, because no one can tell that he's tired until he physically passes out.

#idc that he wants to kill most of the people around him. he's just a little guy #damian wayne #damian al ghul #batboys #batfam #batfamily #robin #the robins #dick grayson #tim drake #jason todd #jon kent #kon el #conner kent #superboy #red hood #red robin #nightwing #dc batman #dcu #dc comics #dc #gothihop speaks

[faeriekit]

"Okay." Danny slowly laid the already cold body back onto the table, ready to slide back it into the refuge of cold storage. "Okay. Dead guy. Stay there."

The body didn't move.

"Fantastic. Now. Hang out while I pour the embalming fluid into the pump, alright? It should only be a minute."

And it usually did; working in a funeral home wasn't extremely glamorous, but it paid the bills, and Danny had already been used to the rhyme and rhythm of negotiating death with the public by the time he sent in his mortuary school application. It had been a transition that made sense. And in the end, the degree had only cost him a few extra years post-graduation and a little dig into student loans, and now Danny had a stable 12-8 job and health insurance valid in the state of new jersey.

Today, though, the pump had that decided enough was enough. With a bang and a boom, the pump spat out a cloud of smoke and clunked uncomfortably.

The dead body sat up.

Danny scrambled over to push it back down. "No. We talked about this. Dead people don't move. If you want to stay here and have me put you back together all the time, you have to stay put. Got it?"

Whatever the weird gold-eye corpses were on in Gotham, they at least listened to him on occasion. They weren't ghosts, per se— they never pinged on any of the ghost detection devices Mom and Dad had packed in his going-away-to-college bag— but they were, despite being occasionally animate, perfectly deceased.

Weird. Danny had never gotten used to it. Still, they came in droves, too eager to sit on the top of the basement stairwell and lurk in the corners and stare endlessly at them with their weird, avian eyes, and sometimes they heralded the arrival similarly weird-ass bodies that had lost their heads or their arms or their limbs through the more conventional channels.

"I'm losing too much thread to all y'all coming in all the time," Danny complained to the dead body, who, at the moment, was the only person present to blame. "Stop getting your limbs cut off. This stuff is expensive, you know. It's a specialty order."

The body didn't even have the courtesy to blink. Rude.

"At least let them bury you this time. Every time one of you darts off when my back's turned, my boss thinks I'm stealing corpses. My coworkers think I'm building my own Frankenstein or something."

The corpse neither verbalized nor blinked, but Danny hadn't expected it to; with a sigh, he rolled the corpse back into cold storage, locked its little door (not that locking it in had ever stopped it) and called it quits for the night.

It's not like anyone was paying him for the extra hours anyway.

#I'm very pro Danny accidentally adopts a whole bunch of Talons #people have definitely done it before but this scene came to me in a vision #a horrible caffeinated vision #could absolutely be an excuse for #talon!dick #talons #dp x dc #faer fic #dpxdc #dcxdp #talon!au #dcu crossover #death tw #well. the funeral industry anyway #medical tw #just in case #corpse tw #¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #free to a good home

[bruciemilf]

“Bruce is emotionally incompetent and can’t step outside his own morality” yeah it’s a character flaw.

“Dick is extremely stubborn and thinks he’s right all the time” yeah it’s a character flaw.

“Jason has hypocritical tendencies” yeah it’s a character flaw.

“ Tim is entitled and doesn’t think about people when seeking results, and often acts uncaring” yeah it’s a character flaw.

“Damian is rude and bratty” yeah, it’s a character flaw.

Also, some people may not even regard everything listed above as flaws.

Having negative traits allows incredible flexibility within your characters, what makes them intriguing, what makes them easy to relate to. If you want to write people, then write people. But they can’t be good and clean all the time.

#bruce wayne #dc comics #dc #batman #jason todd #dick grayson #tim drake #I’m really glad we’re growing out of the ‘my favorite is flawless because they’re a good person who has done both wrong ever’ phase #you can absolutely enjoy media that has imperfections and blemishes. these characters should be flawed. they should get to be shitty people #sometimes. they should get a chance to grow and extend and evolve as individuals. because I think that’s what we need to see more #it’s not about being a shitty person. it’s about STAYING a shitty person #text #meta #batfamily

[deadsetobsessions]

Damian Wayne was like a duckling. A violent, stab-happy, danger-prone duckling, yes, but a duckling all the same. Which means when Danny almost got stabbed by a sleepy, instinct driven Damian, he was able to wave it off with a laugh. Damian, on the other hand, stared in horror at the butter knife firmly lodged in Danny’s arm.

“PENNYWORTH!” Danny jerked back at Damian’s scream. “RICHARD! FATHER!”

God damn, the kid had a pair of lungs on him. Danny’s wince was interpreted as pain to Damian, who gently grabbed his injured arm and started to pull him towards the kitchen’s marble island.

Danny blinked, non plussed as his hearing picked up a thundering of feet as the present family members scrambled towards Damian’s distress call.

“Wait, Damian, I’m fine. It’s-”

“You have been impaled, you imbecile! Had it been any of the other simpletons, they would have-!”

“Ouch.” Danny put his other hand in mock hurt over his slow-beating heart. He literally doesn’t care about the butter knife. He’s just impressed there was enough force in there to impale him. “Are you calling me names now? After- gasp- stabbing me?”

Before Damian could reply, the beginnings of regret, remorse, and guilt on his face, Alfred, Dick, and Bruce burst into the kitchen.

“What happened?!”

“My word, master Danny!”

“What is it?!”

“I’m fine. It’s like a small stab. Not even a big stab. I’m good.”

Dick paled, seeing Danny’s arm clutched in Damian’s hand.

“That’s- that’s a knife. In your arm. How is that ‘fine’?!”

“What happened.” Bruce asked Damian, gently removing Danny’s arm from Damian’s death clutch.

“I- I did not mean to,” Damian starts, guilt coloring his voice.

“He didn’t,” Danny cuts in. “I startled him and got stabbed for being dumb. I won’t fault him for having a defense mechanism like that, ancient knows what I might do if you guys startled me.”

The awkward silence that settled at his words made Danny twitch awkwardly.

“Uh, so, can I add this knife to my collection? Even if I didn’t get mugged?”

“Danny.”

“Bruce.” Danny stared stubbornly back. With his uninsured hand, he patted Damian on the head. He was going to enjoy the fluffiness before Damian’s guilt was no longer enough to hold him back from snapping at Danny’s hand like a grumpy alligator. Bruce loses, obviously. He’s a teenager who was also an ex-vigilante. Batman’s got nothing on a determined halfa.

“Master Danny, I must insist you refrain from getting stabbed. There is only so much gauze and antiseptic cream in the house.” Alfred returned- huh, when did he leave?- with a med kit.

Danny called bullshit because he knows there’s a whole ass medical bay beneath the manor.

“Sorry.”

“No need to apologize.” Alfred said, promptly beginning the extraction of the butter knife.

“Are you okay?” Dick asked, hovering worriedly. “He- are you…?”

Damian was allowing Danny to ruffle his hair, so…

“Yep, I’m good. This isn’t even on my top thirty most painful stabbings,” and it really wasn’t. That honor was given to the GIW and that one time Jazz accidentally stabbed him with her earrings. “That was pretty impressive, actually. It’s like, a butter knife. The other ones had pointy ends.”

“Do not clump me with those pathetic wastes of spaces. I am naturally superior and would… would never harm you on purpose.” Damian said, getting quiet at the end like he was trying to plead to Danny to believe him.

“Of course not. But- if you want help me keep the knife, you can hit me with a mug, it would technically be a mugging.”

The pun got the desired effect. Damian leaned away with a disgruntled look and Dick stopped hovering as close in order to let out a small cackle.

“Done.”

“You should go get changed, kiddo. We’re going to see Tim’s photography at the Gotham Gallery today.”

“Oh, for real?” Danny patted Damian’s fluffy hair one last time, pushing away from the counter. “Oh, I’ll clean up here first and-”

“That will not be necessary,” Alfred scolded, a mop somehow already in his hands. “Please see to it you are prepared for the day.”

“Thanks, Alfred. Can I keep the knife.”

“Very well.”

“Sweet. See you guys later?” Danny pranced off after seeing the nods.

——

“He’s… he got stabbed a lot. Before us, I mean.” Dick tapped a furious rhythm onto the counter. “Not that we’ve stabbed him until now but even once is concerning for a civilian.”

“He was used to it.” Bruce replied.

“Perhaps we should join Todd in his endeavor and ensure that his worthless tormentors are permanently out of the picture.”

“God, he said top thirty. He was counting.”

Damian silently withdrew a kitchen knife.

“No murder with my quality chef’s knives, Master Damian.”

“Tt.”

“Master Jason follows the same rules. Now, out of the kitchen. I may be old, but I remember the last time master Bruce and master Dick stepped foot in here and I will not have a repeat.”

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[ethebarbie]

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[charlietheepicwriter7]

The Joker was apprehended, sitting on the ground as Batman guarded him, but the kid--"Bruce Wayne's newest ward, how tragic! Hehehe!"--was nowhere to be found. Nightwing and Red Hood desperate searched the warehouse until a shuffling noise grabbed their attention.

A kid, black haired just like the kid in the Joker's broadcast, crawling out of a pile of boxes. "Is it over?" the boy asked quietly.

Nightwing guided him to the only exit, unfortunately walking past the boy's own kidnapper. "Yeah, kid. It's over. Come on-"

Like a shot, the boy rushed the Joker and kicked him right in the balls.

The Joker wheezed like a dying squeaky toy. Red Hood froze. Nightwing immediately snatched the boy up by the armpits, but all that did was give the boy the height to attack again, punting Joker in the jaw. The clown went down and cracked his head on the floor. He did not get back up.

There was a moment of silence before Red Hood roared with laughter, his helmet distorting the sound.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp crossover #c: danny fenton #c: dick grayson #c: jason todd #c: bruce wayne #c: joker #dp x dc prompt #it's ambiguous on purpose but I originally intended for Danny to be deaged? but some people don't like that so it's only implied #Jason hasn't laughed that hard since he died #nightwing is mostly just horrified that he let danny that close to joker to begin with #batman is like “hnn” >:( #why didn't danny escape? its your decision #are his powers not working? #is the joker a ghost he's trying to capture? #is he a hero fanboy who wanted to see the gotham knights in their natural habitat? #whose to say? :)

[marshmallow---pillow]

Murderer: Run if you want to live

Literally any Batkid: *starts sprinting*

Murderer: Like not towards me tho

#jason todd #dick grayson #tim drake #damian wayne #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #duke thomas #They're in civies btw #for people who're running low on imagination #dc #batfam #Kay's funnies

[pinkdean]

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[girl4music]

Lesson of the day:

Never trust the word of road workers

A road worker guy saw me sitting at a bus stop across the road waiting for the bus and told me that the next bus won’t be for another 2 hours because they closed the road and the route had to be diverted for it. So I start walking to the next bus stop that’s nowhere near the road works. Next minute the fucking bus I need comes speeding passed and obviously I’m not near a bus stop to stop and get on to the damn bus. 😤😤😤

It’s my fault for listening. The good thing about it was I was still in range of the road works and the guy that told me was watching me. So I flipped him the bird.

Fucking jackass.

#road works #bus #out and about #people are dicks