Danny, de aged to like 4 and wondering around the alleys of Gotham after running away from his home dimension and his "responsibilities" as a superhero, "I need a parent. Like an actual parent who will care about me."
Just then, Red Robin lands on a pile of garbage bags and groans, knocked out. Danny smiles and yells up at the sky, "Thank you!"
Another bat makes it to the edge of the roof just in time to see Danny pulling Red Robin through a wall by his cape.
Later, when the bats track him down they try to take Tim back only for thier hands to go through him when they try to grab him. Danny, in all his little kid logic yells, "No! He's my dad now!" >:(
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hc fyodor killing ppl by touch isnt his ability its actually just bc hes so old hes infected w every possible disease but just isnt symptomatic. so when u touch him u immediately contract every plague of the last thousand years and simply perish
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Angel Dust: "Okay! So I'm gonna need some reassurance for this shit! We have a plan for this, right?? We're not goin' in BLIND right???"
Vaggie: "Of course we-"
Angel Dust: "Aw shit sorry, I meant, COMPLETELY blind."
Vaggie: (remaining eye twitches) "Of course we have a plan. We..."
Vaggie: (@ charlie) "Babe what's the plan?"
Charlie: "Think positive act fast don't die!"
Vaggie: "Cool great I love you."
Vaggie: (@ Angel Dust) "We have no plan."
Angel Dust: "I'm not askin' you saphs for datin' advice ever again."
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Tripped on a fucking chair at work while carrying my lunch and landed chest first on top of a paper cup full of coke and got it all over my face and shirt and chicken mcfucked up my knee to kingdom come
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apparently the greek word the word eclipse comes from means abandonment and this fact has been festering in my brain
[voice of a guy who loves to otherthink] oh my god and eclipse stems from the greek word meaning abandonment
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an outtake from the eternal flame, where i was fiddling with the idea that harry is a hot commodity at hogwarts and tom is Simply Not Having It
After Talbot Higgs lands in the infirmary, the third Quidditch ‘accident’ in the past two months, Harry finally puts the pieces together and asks Tom to meet him after dinner.
Tom goes willingly, a spring in his step. They settle in the small sitting room in Harry's quarters.
“Higgs is in the Hospital Wing,” Harry says. “He says someone threw him off the tower, and he doesn’t remember how he got up there.”
Tom says nothing, waiting for the rest. If Harry won't accuse him outright, they have nothing to say to each other.
Harry rubs at his face. “Is there something wrong? Something upsetting you? Please, talk to me.”
“Nothing,” Tom says in a flat monotone, “except perhaps some people who don't seem to be capable of keeping their vile thoughts to themselves.”
Harry pales. “Did they—has anyone been—” His hands go white-knuckled against the armrests. “Did they hurt you?”
“No,” Tom says, answering honestly without thinking. Then he considers the question and adds on, “Why would you even think that?”
Relief flickers across Harry’s face. “Then what is it?”
Tom shrugs, keeping the motion casual. “I don't like how some of them look at you. Or talk about you. It's inappropriate, and—”
Harry’s brows pull together. “Tom, what are you talking about?”
"You don’t know what they were saying,” Tom says, keeping his voice low. “What they were thinking—” He breaks off, disgusted. “I know exactly what they were thinking,” he says. “I know that they were thinking about how they could get their hands on you.”
Because that’s what he wants, too. He’s not going to let anyone else kiss Harry. Any time Harry wants to be kissed, he can come to Tom, and Tom will oblige.
Harry’s face contorts, and Tom knows that he’s deeply upset. Tom doesn’t know why Harry is so upset. Surely he can see that Tom is only trying to help. “You're going to put them all in the Hospital Wing because you don't like the way they look at me? I really doubt that Higgs is—”
“No one will find out,” Tom interjects gently. As if they'd ever trace all of this back to a second-year student. The idea is laughable.
“This isn't just about being caught,” Harry says, faint. “It's about—about being a good person. They don't deserve being hurt, Tom." He draws in a large, shuddering breath. “I promise you, no one else is going to touch me. Do you really think—think that some student would—”
Some student might. Tom might.
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