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gentlebeardsbarngrill · 3 months

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01/19/2024 Crew Recap

TLDR; HoistTheAds; LubeAsACrew; CastAndCrew Reactions; Petition/Fundraiser Updates; TheCozyPirate Update; Taika Pictures; The back of Rhys' Naked Legs

Edit: Rhys put his reaction up after I had put this together and I missed it, see it here or on his IG while the Story is still up.

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There just isn't enough room on tumblr for the amount of crap that went down today, let me tell you.

Well, as many of you know, shit got real today with the #HoistTheAds campaign and #LubeAsACrew going live.

#HoistTheAds

Last night at 12 PM EST the 2 day , every 15 minute ad campaign that @renewasacrew set up with the money gathered from the ad fundraiser kicked off in timesquare. You can still view them here Expect our ad every hour at :00, :01, :02, :15, :38, :42, :50

Throughout the day you could see the plane messages:

The Trucks went by!

And probably the most exciting things were the reactions from the cast and crew over the billboard!

There were a LOT of reactions so bear with me, there will be a lot of pictures. Chaos Dad David Jenkins, Kristian Nairn, Samba Schutte, Madeleine Sami, Samba Schutte, Leslie Jones, Vico Ortiz, Linds Cantrell, Alex Sherman, Eroll Shand, David Fane and many more. Some sent messages, some just emojis.

One special one to point out was David Fane's adorable reactions:

Some good news too, apparently Chaos Dad was able to actually go to Time Square and see the billboard, but wasn't able to interact.

#LubeAsACrew

Then there was this crazy thing... LubeAsACrew, where the Social Media person for Astroglide did a simultaneous watch with everyone on twitter. Then live-tweeted the episodes. Some of the stuff that came from it.. was unhinged and so much fun. There was too much to get into so I'm just including some highlights, feel free to check out the thread here:

==== Articles ====

The billboards obviously got a lot of attention of the press because the amount of articles out today are nuts:

PinkNews: Our Flag Means Death fans buy huge Times Square advert to demand its return

Pride.com: Our Flag Means Death fans buy Times Square billboard to save the show

Them.Us: Our Flag Means Death Fans Bought a Billboard in Times Square to Demand Renewal

TV Insider: ‘Our Flag Means Death’ Fans Take Renewal Campaign to Times Square — David Jenkins Reacts

Gay Times: ‘Bracing for battle’: Our Flag Means Death fans rally together for season 3

Now This News: Its Flag Meant Death: The Uncertain Reality for Queer-Driven Shows in the Streaming Era

Popverse: Our Flag Means Death fans launch Times Square billboard (and more) in series renewal campaign

Marysue: ‘Our Flag Means Death’ Fans Have Really Made an Impression With This Effort To Save the Show

The Geekiary: Fans Fight To Save Our Flag Means Death From Doggie Heaven

==== Impacts / Stats ====

=Petition=

Up to 67K+! Holy crap yall! That's almost 7K today! Great job!

=Fundraisers=

Renew As a Crew for Rainbow Youth has almost met the $17K Goal everyone! Almost there!

OFFP Care for Gaza - up to almost $8300

===Twitter Trends/Stats===

Twitter trends got pretty high with all the hashtags. I tried to get pictures at peak times but Im sure there were move, so take these numbers with a grain of salt, they were probably more!

=== Hashtag Update ===

Looks like the hashtags today are the following, and as always emails, and instructions are here: #HoistTheAds #SaveOFMD #RenewAsACrew

= Stuff I Dont Have Categories For! =

Just some more industry info from our local @TheCozyPirate

And for whatever reason, Taika Archives came out with new Taika pictures today. So enjoy some black and white Taika.

Wow I actually reached my picture limit on this one, that's crazy.

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Final note for the night-- I saw SO MANY OF YOU CALLING TODAY! And expressing your call anxiety and how you overcame it, and oh my gosh I just have to say you're all so friggn amazing! Stepping out of your comfort zone is scary as fuck and you did it anyway! Great job everyone! And if you haven't done so yet-- no worries, if you want to, you can, if you're not ready, that's okay too!

Other than that-- I've seen a lot of folks really taking a step back from the trolls and blocking/ignoring, great job all! Enjoy your celebration and happy times! Don't let the haters get to you. You are awesome and beautiful and we all continue to be so incredibly proud of this community! The Cast and Crew SAW you today as they have for days since all this started and they know we love them!

Now, I'll end with a picture of the backs of Rhys' legs (on the right) and a censored butt. Enjoy the muscles, I know I do.

#ofmd #our flag means death #stede bonnet #gentlebeard #edward teach #renew as a crew #rhys darby #save ofmd #blackbonnet #save our flag means death #our flag means us #hoist the ads #renewofmd #renewasacrew #renew ofmd #be a lighthouse #you air fine things well #ofmd daily recap #ofmd daily recaps

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crepesuzette2023 · 2 months

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I dont think I've ever heard the take that girl seems to be about Paul, I mean, it makes sense absolutely, but can you expand some more?

Gladly, Anon.

Rob Sheffield (Dreaming the Beatles) said he thinks Girl is about Paul in this episode of @anotherkindofmindpod. The episode is actually an in-depth discussion of In My Life, but Girl came up a number of times, since it's also on Rubber Soul.

I thought Sheffield's statement was interesting, and not in a silly “John saw Paul as a girl” kind of way.

Summarizing mercilessly, and taking a few steps back before returning to Girl:

RS argues that Rubber Soul marks a moment when the Beatles’ songwriting moved from a commercial/craft perspective towards a more open/confessional/personal tone, In My Life being an example of this, with John examining his feelings for all his friends and lovers, and singling out a new kind of love that transcends the loves he’s known before. According to RS and the hosts, In My Life is not only addressed to Paul (I personally feel it could also be about Julian, or about both; as someone who writes, I really feel the “a piece of art is never about just one thing” argument)— it also, by summoning a group of dear people and openly expressing his feelings for them, emulates Paul, who, in John’s eyes, is the more extrovert and socially comfortable of the two. The song is a two-fold tribute.

Girl, still according to RS, forms a matched pair with In My Life, because it, too, concerns complex and intimate emotions; in this case being unsettled by a complex, alluring and confusing person (Paul/the girl). It's a non-generic, specific, highly personal song you wouldn't have found on earlier albums. (You Won’t See Me is Paul’s reply to John.)

Whether you agree with these interpretations or not (by the way, instead of trusting my summary, it’s probably a better idea to listen to RS and the hosts in their own words), I’m happy to see the acknowledgment of the depth of John and Paul's relationship.

RS also makes a beautiful point about If I Fell (which, as we know, John saw as a continuation of In My Life): That John and Paul, as always, tell the truth about each other by the way they sing together.

(Cue the If I Fell/marriage vows quote from Gould’s Beatles bio).

Ian Leslie (no introduction needed) was more direct in his “Hidden Gems” episode on @onesweetdreampodcast. He stated he believes that If I Fell was written for Paul, commemorating their Paris ‘honeymoon’.

And look—people are free to go as far as they want in how they interpret all this, but I personally feel it liberates and elevates the discussion of their songwriting and relationships to include the romantic love or friendship or X or [redacted] or 'tender and tempestuous' but ‘not sexual as far as we know’ relationship between John and Paul as one of its many possible inspirations.

It just feels silly to me to ignore it or act all offended at the mere suggestion.

And when RS writes in Dreaming the Beatles “For John, Paul was the boy who came to stay; for Paul, John was the song he couldn’t make better,” it just feels right.

My two cents.

P.S. When I'm inclined to accept that Girl is about Paul, I immediately want to ask follow-up questions. Because this is a song about a fraught relationship, right? In what sense did John try to leave Paul? In what sense did Paul promise him the earth and cry? I know it doesn't have to be literally true, but some extrapolation, please? This didn't happen in the episode—obviously, since its focus was another song, In My Life. PPS: I wrote this in a bit of a hurry so feel free to get back to me for clarifications, etc.

#rob sheffield #dreaming the beatles #girl #rubber soul #the beatles #john lennon #paul mccartney #if i fell #in my life #AKOM #mclennon #asks #one sweet dream podcast

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honey-tragedy · 10 months

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a least to most likely list of which of the robins would hide injuries

dick, is surprisingly the least likely to hide injuries. he got told sence he was able to walk and do stunts that improperly cared for injuries could not only harm him but other performers and thats stuck with him. add in being the leader of the teen titans and trying to set a good example for them, hes fully open with his injuries when hes hurt.

--dick has a spread sheet of injury and when he got them, he thinks it funny

tim is the second least likely to hide injuries, now this is only because in the first year or two of being robin haveing a infection or improperly cared for wound would take him out of the field and away from doing damage control with bruce. and now its just a habit too keep track of his injuries

---tim would hid older injuries that wouldn't effects his field capabilities (spleen spleen spleen) but not anything recent or pressing

up next is duke! duke as the leader of the we are robins thing has had to deal with idiots under his command hideing injuries and he refuses to add that stress onto bruce and alfred. he knows how annoying and worrying it is to have to wonder if your people are actually field ready or lieing too you.

--he would only hid injuries if they came from civilian life or for a stupid thing like triping off a roof or swinging into a wall, but like tim he wouldnt if it was something big or would affect his capabilities

steph is next up, were edgeing into would definitely hide shit, steph does not see bruce as a parent and barely sees him as a boss. shes a latch key kid with a terrible dad and a try her best but not get mom, no way in hell would she come out with injuries outload but she would let alfred treat her if it came up. prefers to go to Leslie cause she trusts her more, and as such bruce usually only hears about her injuries after the fact.

---steph fully mocks bruce that if he was the worlds greatest detective he would know when shes hurt, goes to Leslie or alfred if its really bad

this was a toss up, but damian is next, assassins dont really lend them selves to being good people to tell that your injured, even the ones ment to serve you. damian is basically allergic to telling anyone anything is actually wrong with him ever, unless its him and bruce one of one. bruce is essentially the only person he trusts enough to admit hes injured.

--getting damian to admit hes injured is like trying to give a feral cat a bath, no one likes doing it but its necessary sometimes

jason!! second to last on the list, jason would actually fully chew off his own leg then tell the bats hes injured ever. not only because he doesn't trust 90% of them not to use it to fuck him over, but also because bruce will become simultaneously the most helicopter parent and the emotional brick wall the second he knows Jason's hurt, its honestly worse then being shot to see him try and ground jason like hes still a child, while also being full emotional brick wall batman mode

--jason has pushed tim down the bottomless pit in the cave before just so he could bolt before bruce could quarantine him in the cave cause he got hurt, jason would fully fist fight his way out of the batfam then ever admit hes hurt

and to round it off cass! cass will slink away to hide and lick her wound and you would never know shes hurt unless she lets you. raised as a weapon i dont think David cain was the kinda person to treat an injury with anything other then disappointment, and cass still sees her own injury as failures in her training. shes fully capable of doing most of her own medical care and useing it to her advantage in avoiding telling anyone her injuries.

--cass broke her arm once and as soon as it was put in a cast no one saw her tell it was fully healed. not even bruce is sure where she was or what she was doing during those months

#dc comics #batman #jason todd #dick grayson #damian wayne #robin #dc #tim drake #duke thomas #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #headcannons #batfam #batman headcanon

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dailysabinasmuts · 1 year

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Poki lets out a pensive grunt as she negotiates the gargantuan dildo Leslie had gifted her. Even for an experienced sex queen like her, the dong currently expanding her guts is tough to manage. But her name is Pokimane, and there is little her divine holes cannot handle. So before long she has hilted the dong entirely, its huge length curling through her belly, making it swell up as if with child. Poki sighs, settling in as she adjusts to her novel situation; some things never change though. A smile crosses her lips as she gestures you forward, she can tell how hard you got watching her mount that dildo. So why dont you work that fat load out for Poki... 😊

#otv smut #poki smut

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themultifandomgal · 8 months

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Matt Casey- Fight For Us Pt2

After a few weeks, Herrmann is back on the job which is wonderful because we've just arrived at a multi car accident. One car is upside down on the bridge

"Anyone get ejected?" Herrmann asks running over while Leslie and I get a gurney rolling over to the car while all of friends trying to stop the car from tipping

"Is he alright? My son? He's not saying anythingl Leslie checks his pulse and sighs in relief

"Yeah he's alive sir"

"Oh thank god"

"Where going to need a second ambo" I say into the radio on my shoulder

"Two more. Driver of the first car over there" Matt says to me. I nod my head and correct myself

"We're going to have to go through the windshield" Severide groans after trying to pry the door open "get me a pick head!" I notice the young man waking up

"What happened?"

"Your going to be ok buddy" Matt says to the lad "hockey fan huh?"

"We were headed to Evanston for his tournament. You ok Mikey?"

"Yeah, I think so. What happened?" Severide then starts using the pick head. As soon as Capp and Severide open up the windshield Matt walks off while Severide and the others help to get them both out.

"Its corrupt YN. The drunk driver got away with it because it's Voight's son"

"I know what your saying Matt, but your not a policeman" I sigh placing some food down in front of Ella then walking back into the kitchen

"But it's wrong"

"I know and I agree but Voight? Babe I've heard things about him. You know Gabby who works my off shifts?" Matt gives me a nod "well her brother Antonio works with Voight"

"You think you could get me in contact with him?"

"I'll speak to Gabby, but Matt please be carful with this. We have Ella to think about and I don't what you getting stressed, making yourself ill or even hurt because of this"

"I promise I won't" Matt takes my head in my hands

"It's just we finally got back into a good place..."

"I know I know. I'll be safe. Come here" Matt kisses my forehead and pulls me in for a hug

"Momma can I have apple juice please

"Of course baby" I pull away from Matt and get some juice out of the fridge

"Hey. I love you" Matt says stopping me

"I love you too"

In the following days Antonio speaks to Matt, basically telling him what I told him. They've even had chat with dad about what to do

"Grey Duffy? Niki our payroll clerk walks in "I guess he was in a car accident the other day that you guys responded to?"

"Yeah what about him?" Matt asks next to me with Ella on his lap

"He's outside" I follow Matt now holding Ella's hand as he greets Mr Duffy

"Sir"

"Sorry to barge in on you like this, but my wife made this for you guys" he lifts up a lid off a box

"Cake" Ella gasps making us all chuckle

"We really appreciate what you did. And we know dann well it could have been worse if the car had

tipped over. So thank you"

"How's your son?" I ask picking Ella up in my arms

"Yeah well Mikey's got a tough road ahead of him, but were gonna make it. The other reason

I came here is, I dont know if there's anything you guys do in terms of what you saw or piece together based on what the accident scene

looked like, but the police report came back saying I ran a red light, causing the accident. And that not what happened. And I'm kind of at a loss in terns of how to fight it" Matt gives me a look and I give him one back, but mine filled with worry. I know exactly what he's going to do and while I agree in one way I'm so worried what Voight may do to him because of it.

The front door opens and Matt walks in while I'm tidying up the living room

"Hey where have you been?" I ask Matt who's taking off his shoes

"Had a drink with Hank Voight"

"What?" my eyes widen "why? What did he say?"

"Wanted me to retract my statement, do a cope a favour, basically threatened me"

"And you said?"

"No obviously"

"Matt? Are you inane? What if he comes after you? Or me or Ella?"

"He won't. Your dad knows what's going on. I won't let anything happen to you or Ella but I can't just sit back and let a man go free when he was drunk driving and I knew. He's paralysed YN a 16 year old is paralysed"

"I know Matt!" I yell then take in a breath to calm down "I know. I'm just worried"

"I understand, but what kind of role model would I be for Ella? Knowing what I know. I can't live with myself if I didn't go through with the statement"

"Ok, just be careful, please"

"I will"

"Daddy come read for me!" Ella shouts from upstairs

"Coming" Matt shouts. He kisses my forehead before running up the stairs while I continue to clean up down here.

#one chicago imagine #one chicago #chicago fire #chicago fire imagine #matt casey #matt casey x oc #matt casey x reader #matt casey imagine #Matt Casey x wife

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littlegreekhero · 10 days

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Lonnie Machin (a.k.a. Anarky/Moneyspider) headcanons

Thank you again for inspiring me to think more of him @megaaceofspades <3 (i also have a lot of timlonnie ones but the post would be too long, i have it queued up)

I think in the current timeline Lonnie is still stuck to machines(AND HE'S BALD), only having bodily autonomy over in the Ünternet, and boy has he been there for a decade now, i think he's already founded the anarchist utopia whose sparks we were shown at the end of Red Robin(2009).

Ünternet can be an escapade for Tim and anyone aware of it when life is too much, Gotham is too much, when there is no hope left etc. They go over there and have a picnic with a few books aside, eat snacks produced 100% ethically and regain faith in humanity again. Lonnie is like a never extinguishing candle of hope and in every situation he can bring a hopeful smile to his visitor's face.

When Leslie Thompkins, having read Moneyspider's conversations from the monitor, comes to the conclusion that Lonnie shows strong signs of autism, he absolutely rejects the label. He thinks psychiatric associations are no authority in naming behaviours for the sake of classification.

He isn't actually bald. His poor health condition has surely affected the number of hair follicles, but it's the doctors that keep it shaved to facilitate access to all those equipment around his head. He still has the cool asf mullet in the simulation.

His body is still a child's, around 15, but his eyes do not seem to belong to one. His gaze tells you he's seen so much. It's almost as if he is watching every corner of the world with the same attention and seeing everything from a unique universal perspective not many can achieve. If they had been alive, their parents would confirm it's been that way since his perception of the American Dream (TM) has first shattered.

He's still a anarchocommunist, and those canon ancap tendencies then neotech propaganda never happened (there is no anarcho corp in ba sing se ^-^) (why did he say "eat the rich" then took the money to himself in comics i will never understand)

He continues to publish after his book, it's little booklets, articles, forum posts, whatever reaches to the people.

Newer modern devices and softwares no longer support acces to Ünternet. When Tim claimed no responsibility over this (it's singlehandedly his doing, as much as HE trusts Anarky, several forces around the world including Batman dont want the threat of worldwide madness resurface again), Lonnie laughed at his face and started a global technological device preservation movement. He could not risk losing an entire civilisation to consumerist propaganda.

Somewhere around the world, an ecology movement constantly recieves donations from some guy named Lonnie.

Anarky's bots indirectly control the Bats' communications and systems. If there's a problem Babs is first to know, then she decides if its worth sharing to Tim, who shoots it over to Moneyspider, who has quite a few AIs and bots to work on it and ensure ethicality in every step. (This is also how i legitimize his acess to 3D models of Batman's gadgets in Urban Legends) (there's no urban legends#22 in ba sing se)

One time Lonnie requested Tim to collect some memorabilia from the remains of his old bases. Once arrived, Tim found a dog wandering around the same place over and over again. It was Yap!!!! Lonnie's old friends had kept it in good care and it was thrilled to go back to snuggle on its companion's lap in the hospital.

His caregivers and doctors suspect he might have started to reject rehabilitation to stay forever in the simulation because his condition seems to stay stable in one state no matter what they do. It's not the case. With every single thing from his old life gathering around him slowly, he is more than thrilled to regain mobility and participate in everyday life. He's also working on transporting audio files that technically don't exist outside of the Ünternet to create a voice box for himself. He already has the plans for a wheelchair suited just for his needs ready.

I think he's extra sensitive about earthquakes and helping those who survived in the aftermath since he lost his parents under rubble. He's there to support every rescue team after every earthquake no matter how small scale the destruction is, wherever in the world it is.

#lonnie machin #anarky #anarky dc #moneyspider #headcanon #red robin 2009 #anarky 1997 #anarky 1999 #dc comics

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sardonic-sprite · 6 months

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Dad!Tim AU chapter 5

Part 1

• While Damian and Bruce get Talia to the medbay, Babs calls the others home from patrol for a family meeting

• They all meet in the cave, everyone shocked to see Talia, and sure enough Jason's ready to lop off some heads if only they were closer

• Bruce explains, slightly pink in the face, about the altercation and admits to the secret marriage license

• I FUCKING KNEW IT Dick shrieks

• "I DID know it," Jason says, sticking out his tongue.

• Damian is pissed that he did not know it but he wanted it, so he says he knew it

• Tim is listening with wide eyes, clutching a sleeping Eira so so close against his chest and trembling slightly because, God, the league was HERE, they were going to TAKE HER AWAY and probably KILL HER or or use her against him, and...

• Steph quietly asks if she can hug him, and Tim sags in her arms

• Bruce and Babs and even Talia rush to reassure him that its ok. The records are in place now, that makes it DAMN hard for ra's to do anything, and once they... well they dont HAVE to but if they make it publicly known that Eira is TIMS the way Damian is BRUCES then Ras will well and truly be powerless

• Tim nods grimly. He knows what all the socialites will think, what the board will think, the general popualtion... he knows he's in for all the judgment and scrunity and insults that come with being a teen dad but if it keeps Eira safe then he doesn't fucking care

• He tucks her closer under his chin and she makes a sleepy itty bitty sound, tiny fingers fisting in his shirt. Her peach-fuzz hair is so so soft against his jaw. He imagines for a split second if he doesnt come out and claim her, if Ra's, if...

• He moves his hand to protect her head and dips his own head to kiss her. He wont let it happen. He cant.

• Babs clears her throat

• She explains that she had started a fake birth certificate a while back, but hadn't brought it to Tim yet because she didnt want to overwhelm him, thinking they had time. Shes got Eiras DOB, sex, height, weight, and Leslie's signature and date to say that she delivered the kid and saw her through to discharge

• She was going to have Tim physically sign it, but had to forge it instead

• Tim tells her thats fine. He can scribble right on top if they want, but she does good work.

• Babs still.looks uncomfy.

• A few others seem to realize why

• She explains softly that the reason she'd waited was because she didn't want to make him think about what to put down for Eira's mother.

• The room goes still

• Babs takes a deep breath and works through her split-second logic, eyes pleading for tim either to understand or forgive

• There was no way for her to forge something as Eira's birth mother, even if she had thought Tim would want that

• "I don't" he mutters. She doesn't deserve that. Not after she let Ra's (try to) KILL the baby she raped Tim to get

• Babs rushes, almost stumbles, through her explanation of why she didn't create a fictitious woman - how the hell to account for her and how they met, because there WOULD be questions, the possibility that Ra's could poke holes without a woman who could and would support the claim, the way it felt so degrading to Tim to make up some random rapist that would never be brought to justice or random lover who'd end up as some Unspoken Of Shame because a sympathetic human could never be produced...

• She takes a deep breath and says that if Tim had been older, she would have claimed Eira herself, be the one to take the "fall" for not having done the whole thing sooner. But Tim’s ten years her junior, she's been too publicly involved with Dick, and it would force them into a charade that would be too long and public and awkward for either of them

• Tim slowly nods and agrees, no offense babs, but he doesn't want to pretend he trysted with his big brother's girlfriend

• She nods and takes a deep breath and says that she... she forged Steph's signature for Eira's mother

• Tim's eyes widen

• Steph goes very still

• Barbara rushes to explain that she KNOWS they're not like that, but they ARE so so close, if it came to speaking up to something Ra's tried to pull, steph could and would, based on eira's looks, she COULD pass as their genetic daughter, steph already knows the whole story and wouldn't need to be brought up to speed, she already adores Eira, and Steph, she knows... she knows... she doesnt, she SWEARS she didnt choose her judt because...

• "Its ok" Steph says softly

• It... was a shock, for a minute. It still feels a bit weird, under her pounding heart. Because Steph already has a baby. Except she gave it up. Suddenly, in the eyes of... everyone, she's a mom again, but Eira isn't her kid. She didnt carry her, birth her, nurse her. Steph was not a person you trusted to be a mother

• At fifteen, she reminds herself. She's 18 now. She's 18, and her one act as a mother WAS to ensure her child went to a good, loving, stable home, the one she couldn't have provided.

• But now... she still doesn't have her act together, but this baby's dad is THERE. He's also got a huge family thats *there* and a house. Money for anything Eira needs. Steph... Steph isn't goingnto be tryijg to do it alone.

• And she and Tim aren't together, she doesn't know if they will again or wont but still, they've been best friends for years, they've gotten through their fights, and she KNOWS him. She loves him, and she loves Eira. And maybe that's enough. Just that she loves them and they love her, and *need* her too. Besides, Babs already signed her name

• Steph finds a smile, and hugs Tim and Eira a little tighter. His eyes are wide and worried, looking at her

• "Hey, I'll claim your lil cutie any day," she says

• Tim feels something unwind in his chest. He doesn't think he'd have ever asked but... but Steph feels right. He almost wishes it could be the way they're going to say it was. He can't summon a picture of mom and dad kind of love without wanting to throw up, but. He and Steph aren't and don't have to be that. She's the best friend hes ever had and... and best friends can raise a kid together

• Because he knows Steph will commit. If they're saying Tim is Eira's dad and Steph is Eira's mom... they used to talk about how their parents had done things, how they refused to follow those examples. But he and Steph have been a team for a long time. They can be a team in this. They're a good team.

• "She has your eyes," he jokes, rather weakly, but when their eyes meet, he knows they're both agreeing. They both look at babs and nod

• She looks incredibly relieved, even as she assures them both that she would have asked if she had ANY more time, and shes sorry she didn't

• But its ok. Tim looks around at his family. His dad, looking both sad and proud. His... stepmom? That'll take some getting used to, but Talia isn't Ras or Maat. Shes Damian and Jasons mom. She looks very mom like right now.

• His brothers, soft and only a little pained, Dick blinking very hard, Jason still looking understandably murderous, and Damian dazed as he holds Talia's hand

• His sisters, Babs relaxing and giving him a hesitant smile, Cass bouncing a little with what may either be rage or happiness, her face is too even to tell.

• His daughter, sleeping safe and sound against his heartbeat, untouched by the trauma that surrounds her

• His... His partner. Steady and warm at his side, determined and brave in this as she is in everything she cares about

• And for the first time, Tim really thinks it all might be ok.

#sprite said #sprite wrote #tim drake #stephanie brown #eira wayne #dad!tim au

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doriannunderground · 2 years

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The headcannon where Tim doesn't tell anyone in the batfam about his journey/mission to confirm Bruce is still alive (and lost in time) and how he lost his spleen is entirely hilarious to me.

Like imagine one day, he gets seriously injured in a patrol night and he needs like serious medical care. EVERYONE is worrying about Tim and so they all flock in the cave/clinic. Either Dr. Leslie or Alfred run tests and give him medical care, and then in the middle of doing so they find out that Tim doesn't have a major organ.

Alfred/Dr. Leslie would be like. "Ah, it seems like Timothy has a missing organ", and Tim, who is both DELIRIOUS and HIGH ON PAIN MEDS, answers, "oHhH, yEaH I dOnt hAvE a SpLeEn", and then he passes out.

That's when everyone starts to FREAK THE BAT OUT, Dick would be like, "WHAT? HOW? WHEN? WHY?", Damian would say, "Tch, obviously Drake is incompetent enough to lose an organ", and Bruce, BATMAN HIMSELF, would be so confused on how he didn't know or figured that out, "how did I not know my son is missing an organ". In short everyone would be freaking out.

When Tim wakes up, he is met by a bunch of questions (and water, thank you Cass), and he answers all of the questions like it's not a big deal, like, "Oh yeah, remember when ya'll thought Bruce was dead and didn't believe me he was alive? Yeah, that's when I lost my spleen", then he tells them the whole story.

When he was done with his story everyone would be like this emoji (😧), then Steph asks where he thinks his spleen is, Tim just jokes, "Ra's probably has in a jar somewhere, for him to look at every day", because Ra's has a weird obsession with Tim (it's gross). Jason and Steph would laugh at the joke while the others taught it wasn't funny.

After that everybody would be so protective of Tim, he gets benched (which he gets mad for), and Bruce would go back to Nanda Parbat to retrieve Tim's spleen from Ra's, and everything about this Headcannon is just funny to me 👌👌

#Please I need more fics like this #Recommend me somee #red robin #tim drake #jason todd #batfam #batman #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #robin #Batman #dick grayson #damian wayne #batfam shitpost #alfred pennyworth

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hey yall can we please give content warnings when we're recommending media. especially books. i dont think we should tell people to just go read "stone butch blues" by leslie feinberg or "the bloodchild and other stories" by octavia butler (and many many other books and media) without giving people a heads up about the graphic content within them. both examples are incredibly well written and i think should be read if you can handle graphic content, but not everyone can.

#i kinda feel bad constantly asking people for warnings on stuff but like #but i went into “the morning and the evening and the night” from “bloodchild” completely blind #and i almost had a panic attack reading it. this was also for a school assignment #i do think people should read things that make them uncomfortable #but like still. just give warnings when you recommend things #sunday rambles

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QTA: Queer Teacher Alliance

so, homophobia ft. queer teacher alliance? incredible fic, I have gone back and reread that thing at least five times becuase the comfort is immaculate 👌 anyway, becuase of that, I have returned with another lil request for u to consider! after the whole homophobic argument mess, virgil has to get his class switched, and surprise surprise, his new teacher for that period is one of the other sides! (idk which one, any would be chill) I was thinking a couple little snapshots (maybe a sort of 5+1 deal except I dont know what the +1 would be haha) of v in that class, possibly a little h/c sprinkled in becuase i am a weak man with a primal need for soft things :) thank u very much for considering! I love reading your works, and I geeked out a totally reasonable amount when u answered my last request <333 - vinbee631

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Warnings: homophobia

Pairings: none

Word Count: 3666

Virgil doesn't really expect much to change

Virgil doesn't really expect much to change. Come on, it's high school, they don't do much to take care of you. He thinks he'll be lucky to get away with that one day of being slightly coddled by his surprisingly accommodating also gay teachers and then it'll be back to grind.

But he gets taken out of all the classes he has with that teacher, Kyle, and Leslie.

He still has all the same teachers, just at different times. It's…honestly?

That would've been enough.

But then this week happens.

It starts off with art class. Mr. Dagenheart's introducing a new unit that's supposed to be about 'identity' or something super vague that's basically just an excuse for people to do whatever they want and bullshit something at the end. Of course there are gonna be some try-hards and people that are actually good at art that are gonna be amazing, but Virgil's just looking to coast through this and not try too hard.

Then come the whispers.

Gossip in high school spreads like wildfire, so it's no surprise that everyone knows why Virgil was transferred out of the other class. Don't get him wrong, some people came up to him and were very much all that was shitty and fucked up and I'm sorry, tell me if anyone else does that and I'll kick their asses, which was nice, but this is still high school and his standards are practically nonexistent after everything.

So when 'identity' gets dropped as the new theme, he's not surprised in the slightest when people start giving him little looks.

Fuck. Is this where I have to embrace my identity as the Gay Kid? Am I expected to make some big thing about how my 'identity' is being gay and all that shit?

I don't even like rainbows that much.

Even so, when everyone splits up and starts brainstorming ideas for what sort of art piece they want to create, Virgil finds himself idly writing the words 'gay' and 'rainbow' down on his piece of paper as he starts randomly sketching something reminiscent of all the actual good pieces of art he's seen.

"Virgil?"

"Oh. Hey, Mr. Dagenheart."

He takes a seat on the stool next to him. "That looks cool."

"Thanks. Totally didn't steal the idea from something sick I saw on Instagram yesterday."

Mr. Dagenheart snorts. The scratch of Virgil's pencil occupies him for a little longer before he silently points to the two words. Virgil glances up to see a silent expression that definitely means are you sure?

Glancing around to make sure no one else is looking at them, he lowers his voice. "Aren't I…supposed to?"

"Supposed to what?" Virgil nods to the words. "No, Virgil. You're not 'supposed' to do anything. If that doesn't feel like you, don't do it. That's the whole point."

"Really?"

"Yeah, really. This unit's supposed to be—well, it's supposed to help keep the art budget low—"

Virgil snorts.

"—but no, it's you. Whatever bits of you that you feel comfortable putting into the world and sharing in this classroom. There's no right way or wrong way to do it."

He glances around too and leans a bit closer.

"And there's no one way to be gay, V," he says quietly, "it's okay."

Virgil looks back down at the piece of paper and slowly erases the word rainbow, but leaves gay.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Mr. Dagenheart nudges him. "What medium do you think you wanna work with this time?"

"…not gonna lie, I'm really tempted by your suggestion of just throwing paint at a wall."

"Now you're speaking my language."

But, sure. Mr. Dagenheart is Mr. Dagenheart. He's an art teacher, he can get away with being…well, himself.

But Mr. Mackenzie? Virgil expects it to be the whole 'we don't talk about this, we don't acknowledge it, we just be professional and don't concern ourselves which such things.'

So when quantum physics rolls around and Virgil's frantically trying to remember the difference between a quark and a lepton, he's really not expecting one of the other students to ask Mr. Mackenzie to make good on a promise.

"Come on, sir, you've been saying you'll explain why classical mechanics is heteronormative since we did constant acceleration!"

Hold up.

What now?

Mr. Mackenzie sighs, adjusting his glasses. "I did promise that, didn't I?"

A general clamor goes up around the classroom and he chuckles, raising his hands for quiet and moving through the presentation until he finds a slide on the double-slit experiment.

"Now," he says, "I cannot take credit for this idea or explanation. It belongs to an incredible person named Amrou al-Kadhi, who is also a drag performer under the name Glamrou."

"Go off."

"Oh, hell yes."

"I didn't have talking about drag queens on my science-class bingo card but I'm not complaining."

Virgil sits up a little more.

"But what the gist of their explanation is this: Newtonian physics—classical mechanics, is very strict and regulated. If I do A, B happens, and so forth. It's why I had you all study those formulae until you were sick of them." He smiles as a general grimace forms. "But once we get to subatomic particles, quantum physics, everything gets thrown out the window. It's why I told you to be prepared for me to make you angry when I explain how everything I just taught you was wrong."

He points to the slide.

"Now, we've just gone over this experiment, yes?"

A general 'yes' and Virgil nods.

"A key component of it is that electrons, which are particles, seem to behave like waves. Light behaves like both a particle and a wave depending on how it's examined. Classical mechanics tells us that it should go through either the left slit or the right slit but sometimes…" He gestures to the picture. "It goes through both, and we don't really understand why."

Something in his face softens.

"What al-Kadhi explains is that as queer people, we are constantly defying these sorts of regimented rules and 'laws,' so to speak. We question and search for answers in a world that doesn't want to make it easy for us to find them. So when you study quantum physics and find that the most fundamental of particles disrupt and disobey all the 'natural laws,' it can be somewhat comforting."

His eyes meet Virgil's for a moment and he almost smiles.

"Besides, I think it's far more interesting that explaining that if you push something off a bridge, it's going to hit the ground very hard."

The class laughs and Virgil laughs too. Huh…nonbinary physics…

"I definitely recommend looking up the video where they talk about it. It's an excellent understanding of a rather complex idea and they articulate it wonderfully."

"You should make that our next homework assignment."

"You know what, maybe I will."

But...sure. Okay. Fine. It's just an explanation or a one-off thing, right? It isn't like they're actually being taught that it's queer, it's just, y'know, a cool way of thinking about it.

History class isn't Virgil's favorite class, but it isn't his least favorite either. Maybe 'cause Mr. Everheart has this way of explaining things that actually makes it seem like one, he understands what he's teaching and two, that he respects you enough as an adult to tell you the truth.

"If you study history, there will be times when you're uncomfortable. There will be times when you're outraged. There will be times where you really don't want to study the things that you're studying," he'd said once, "and if you never have any of those feelings, you probably aren't studying history."

They're talking about recent American history and they get onto the topic of Reagan. Virgil mentally wills himself not to whisper what the fuck every two seconds as they start going through things, and then someone says this:

"Why is everyone so upset about Reagan's presidency? I mean, we survived it, didn't we?"

Mr. Everheart gets quiet. He takes his glasses off and polishes the lenses before putting them back on.

"You're right," he says lowly, "people did survive Reagan's presidency. In fact, most people you hear about survived Reagan's presidency. But what have we repeatedly said about history?"

"It's written by the victors?"

"Yes, but also by the survivors."

He sits up a little more and nods to the syllabus in front of him.

"I was planning to wait until we got there to bring it up, but I suppose we can do a little bit now. How many of you know about the AIDS crisis?" A few hands go up. "How many of you know how bad it was?"

Some of the hands go down.

"How many of you know what AIDS used to be called?"

The two hands that had been raised are lowered slowly. Mr. Everheart hums.

"Who can tell me what AIDS stands for?"

"Uh," says one of them, "it's like, autoimmune deficiency syndrome?"

"Close. Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome. This name came into popular use in 1982 when it was coined by the CDC. It went by a few names before then, but the most widely used—including by government officials and mass media outlets, was GRID. Any ideas as to what that stood for?"

A few people shook their heads. One person raised their hand. "General-Related Immune Deficiency?"

"No. Anyone else?"

When nothing follows, Virgil's grip on his pencil tightens.

"GRID stood for Gay-Related Immune Deficiency."

Shocked noises come from around the room and he holds up his hand.

"And because it mainly affected the queer community, people of color, and other disadvantaged socio-economic groups, almost no one took it seriously. The reason it still has the stigma it does is because of that. So we don't have a lot of that history because the people who would be a part of it, died."

Silence.

"Now, don't get me wrong. There are still people that lived and tell their histories. I encourage you to seek them out. I don't want to sound as if I'm saying that everything was lost, but I want you to think about why we don't hear about it. And why when we say we 'survived' things like Reagan's presidency, it's because the people who did, by and large, weren't at risk from it at all."

By the time he gets to Mr. Prince's class, he's just waiting for it to happen.

One of his favorite things about learning with Mr. Prince is that the man will go on tangents that have absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with whatever he's supposed to be teaching them and then, fifteen minutes later, find some way to link it back to whatever they're studying and it is some kind of witchcraft. He also encourages people to just kind of talk at him when they think they've got something, which means everyone is taking notes from each other as much as they are from him.

But he wasn't exactly expecting it to come up like this.

"So," Mr. Prince says, "The Gay Gatsby—wait."

The whole class explodes into laughter as Mr. Prince pinches the bridge of his nose. Virgil can't help it, he joins in too, watching the shake of his head as he smiles sheepishly at them.

"Freudian Slip?"

"I mean," another student manages, "you're not wrong."

"No, I'm not. Matter of fact—how much time do we have left?"

"Like, ten minutes?"

"That's good enough. We're on schedule." He claps his hands and sits on the desk. "Gatsby: Gay or Not Gay? Discuss."

"Oh my god," Virgil's friend scoffs, "so gay."

"Pink suit? Fancy parties that he personally invites just Nick to? A weird compulsion to be with Daisy even though he obviously doesn't love her anymore?" Someone else throws their hands up. "That's a gay if I've ever seen one."

"Excuse you, this is disaster bisexual erasure and I will not stand for it."

"Also," another friend says, "are we gonna talk about how Nick and Jordan are gay-lesbian solidarity? They're both each other's beards."

"Wait, Nick's gay?"

Mr. Prince sighs. "Okay, honey, if you can give me a heterosexual explanation for whatever that missing scene is with Mr. McKee, I'll give you a 100 right now."

"No, no way, that's the most not-a-sex-scene sex scene I've ever read."

"Also, no straight man talks about another straight man like that."

"Isn't there a line where Jordan says that Nick looks like he's 'having a gay time' and then the next page is all about Gatsby's smile?"

"Putting aside the other use of the word 'gay,' yeah, no, this man is not straight."

"Pink suit, guys, pink. Suit."

"Also Tom hates him for some other reason."

"Wait, hang on." Virgil steeples his fingers in front of him. "Who's seen the movie?"

"Me."

"I have."

"Leonardo De Caprio's in it, of course I've seen it."

"Do you guys remember the scene with the party in New York with Tom and Myrtle and everything? You know that one line that Tom says about knowing Nick likes to watch and remembering that from college?"

"He says what?"

"Wait, wait, is that in the book?"

"No, it's not. They just put that in for the movie. What the f-heck was that all about?"

"Now, now," Mr. Prince says as the class starts to debate what implications that has, "let's cite our sources, shall we? Do we think this clip exists on YouTube?"

"Oh, it totally has to."

"Wait, can we watch it? Hell yes!"

He's staying behind on a Friday again, just to finish up this last part of the art thing he's doing for Mr. Dagenheart, when he looks up to see the rest of them come in.

"Uh. Hi?"

"Virgil, yes, Remus said you'd still be here." Mr. Prince waves. "How's it coming along? It looks great!"

"Uh, yeah, sure."

"Are you working through lunch?" Mr. Mackenzie tilts his head. "Have you eaten already?"

"Well, no, but Mr. Dagenheart said it was okay if I—"

Of course, then said teacher bursts out of the supply closet and scares the hell out of him.

"You guys brought food, right?"

"It's your week, Re."

"Oh, shit."

"Language!"

"Virgil," Mr. Mackenzie says quietly, "would you mind if we ate in here while you work?"

"Uh, no, that's fine, I don't care. I can, um, I can leave if you—"

"No, no, you're working. We'll try to be as minimally disruptive as possible."

Mr. Prince snorts. "Speak for yourself."

Mr. DeLuca smacks his shoulder and Virgil quickly tries to focus on his work again.

This is fine. This is fine. This is so fine.

"Virgil," Mr. Dagenheart calls, "remember, you can work in here as long as you eat, so chomp, chomp over there, yeah?"

"I remember!"

"Good."

Sure, Virgil thinks as he gets politely mother-henned by his queer teachers into eating lunch and taking a break from his work, this might as well happen. This week's already been so goddamn weird.

+1.

Mr. DeLuca is fucking scary.

He doesn't get mad in the I'm-gonna-be-loud-and-shouty way but he gets really quiet and really serious and cold, like he's gonna rip you apart with just his words and death-stare. And he's currently shredding two of Virgil's classmates over throwing temper tantrums about the homework.

Just shut up. Don't look up. Don't fucking move. Just stare at the numbers. Just look at the numbers.

"I have yet to behold mature and reasonable students," the icy voice says, "what I see are petulant, rude, obnoxious, ill-behaved children."

He's not talking to you. Just shut up and don't move and he won't look at you.

"Now that didn't have to happen in front of all of your friends and peers, but it did. Because you had to make fools of yourselves. Now, I understand that you have some studying to catch up on and all of you—"

Virgil just manages not to flinch.

"—have a test next week. I presume I don't have to tell you that it is mandatory."

A few brave souls whisper 'no, sir,' and there's a faint rustling from people shaking their heads.

"Mm. I suggest you get to it, then. You two—" don't flinch, not you— "will go and speak with Mr. Johnson, and I will join you in half an hour. Virgil?"

What the fuck did I do? Did I do something wrong? Shit, fuck—

"Stay behind for a moment."

A few of his friends shoot him pitying looks as they flee from the classroom. He takes a deep breath and squares his shoulders, sitting up straight as he puts away all of his math stuff. He's frantically running through his head of anything he could've done wrong—maybe his grades weren't as good as they should be, maybe he made a dumb mistake on the last homework—shit, was he talking too obviously in class? He was just trying to explain a thing—

He jumps when Mr. DeLuca sits down across from him.

"Did Mr. Everheart speak to you this morning?" Virgil nods. "So, you understand that the others are currently in a meeting with the Dean to discuss repercussions for the teacher who encouraged and participated in the homophobic bullying."

He nods again.

"What would you like to see happen?"

What? Excuse him? He doesn't fucking know. He shrugs.

Mr. DeLuca raises an eyebrow. "Conversations do work best when both participants speak."

"Sorry, I, um, I don't know, I—I didn't think anything would happen, so I, um, didn't think about it. Sorry. I don't know."

There's a pause, then he leans forward. "Are you alright, Virgil?"

"Huh? Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, I'm good."

"Don't lie to me."

There's nothing in the world that could've stopped Virgil's flinch at that. He stares down at his hands. Fuck, fuck, what do I say? I can't tell the truth, what the fuck am I supposed to do? He's gonna fucking eviscerate me, he's gonna say I'm being dramatic, I can't—I can't—

The sudden scrape of a chair makes him flinch again, head jerking up to see Mr. DeLuca getting up and walking toward his desk. A hysterical part of Virgil's brain sees his hand flash near the ruler and truly panics, only for him to pick up a tissue box instead. He walks back over and places it on the table before crouching—crouching next to Virgil.

"What's wrong, sweetie," he asks in a soft voice that gives Virgil whiplash, "tell me?"

Don't cry. Don't fucking cry.

"I—I—um, I—"

"You look scared," he says when Virgil can't do anything more than stutter. Virgil nods shamefully. "Yeah? Is that it, you're just scared?"

Not much of a 'just' about it, but yeah.

"What's scaring you?"

Now, this is a trap. He has no idea what the actual fuck he's supposed to say, so he just stares at him. When Mr. DeLuca raises an eyebrow, he gestures feebly around at the classroom.

Confusion flickers across his face until Virgil sees him realize what he's so afraid of.

"Is it me," he asks quietly, "are you scared of me? Because of what just happened?"

Shame burns his face and he nods, trying to hide. Mr. DeLuca makes another one of those confusing soft noises and rests a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Virgil, I didn't mean to scare you. You're not in trouble, I'm not mad at you."

"I-I know." He sniffles and quickly wipes it away. "Sorry, I promise I'm not doing this on purpose. I'm not trying to be dramatic."

"I know, sweetie. It's okay." He nudges the tissue box closer. "If you need to cry, it's okay. Go ahead. Do you want a moment?"

"N-no, you can—you can stay."

And he does, gently rubbing Virgil's shoulder and letting him be a total fucking mess all over his table. It's weird and confusing and so at odds with the scary teacher who just humiliated two students for crying too and he's not gonna question it anymore.

"Listen," he murmurs when Virgil's all done with his meltdown, "I get mad when students throw fits and do things on purpose to try and get their way or draw attention to themselves. I do not get mad when people get upset and need to cry. And if anyone ever gives you a hard time or makes fun of you for needing to cry, you come and you tell me and I'll be scary at them, alright?"

"Okay."

He smiles and ruffles Virgil's hair. "Good. Why don't you and I sit here for a while and calm down, then we can talk?"

"…don't you need to go be scary?"

"You're more important right now. Mr. Johnson's used to handling those two. And, Virgil?"

"Yeah?"

Mr. DeLuca gives him a look. "I am happy to be scary for you if you ever need it."

Virgil frowns. "For me?"

"Yes, Virgil, if anyone ever decides to be an ignorant bigot, I am more than happy to be scary for you."

Okay. So.

Maybe things can get better after all.

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