"I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet." — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
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JASON TODD didn't want a dog. He lived in an apartment with you, with one bedroom, a tiny kitchen and a living room that looked like the furniture decorated in it would fall apart at any moment.
But one day, he comes home to you, sleeping in your bed with a little bull mastiff puppy on his side of the bed.
He stares at the dog for a few moments, before going to take off his Red Hood outfit, as though that would make the situation disappear.
When he comes back, the dog was still there. Of course.
Gently, Jason shakes you awake, giving you a pointed look.
"Got anything you want to share with me, babe?" He asks, eyes trailing down to the dog, still asleep on the bed.
A sheepish smile crosses your face.
"I can explain?" You say, though it comes out more like a question. "I was volunteering at the animal shelter and found him. He didn't like being with the other dogs in cage but they didn't have enough space to isolate him."
"So you thought the best plan was to bring home a dog that can grow to be 150 pounds?" I scoffs lightly.
"No, no! I'm fostering him. Just for a little bit," You say quickly. "I thought since he's still a puppy he would be adopted quickly, right? So we won't have to make space for when he gets that big."
Jason lets out a soft sigh and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before speaking again.
"You're too good," He murmurs softly.
You smile up at him and return the kiss onto his cheek.
After a few moments, Jason clears his throat and looks down at the puppy, still sprawled out onto his side of the bed.
"So where am I going to sleep?"
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JASON TODD sucks at being a foster. He's terrible, horrible, even. If you were to look up 'How to not foster a dog', they would just show his face.
It wasn't that he neglected the dog. He could never. He took him out on runs, fed him good food, washed him, played with him. Everything a dog owner could do.
No, the reason Jason was so bad was because his first ever foster dog turned out to be a foster failure.
Every time someone came by interested in adopting the puppy, Jason would be in your ear, whispering to you that it didn't seem like they knew what they were doing, or that the puppy wouldn't like living with them. Every. Single. Time.
It wasn't till the three month mark of fostering the pup, having moved to a more spacious apartment, that Jason popped the question.
"You know," He starts suddenly while the two of you were on the couch, eating Chinese take out with the dog resting on the floor nearby. "No one here seems to be right for Buster."
Buster, his name for the dog. He's used it so much he actually started responding to it.
"There's someone, I'm sure," You counter, taking a bite of your food.
"I know there is," Jason counters. Just as you open your mouth to tell him that makes no sense, he cuts you off. "Us. We're right for Buster."
"Think," He says, reaching out to grip your hand. "For three months, we've had him, we've moved with him. He has his spot in the bed, we've worked him into our schedule. He's happy. Why ruin that?"
"So you want to adopt him?" You ask, making sure you understood just exactly what he was saying. It felt too good to be true.
"Yeah, I do," He says with a small smile.
As soon as he finishes speaking you practically lung at him, tackling him into a hug while whispering small 'thank you's.
The action makes Buster jump up and want to join in on whatever is going on, leaping onto the couch and sniffing at the two of you, his massive head bumping you both.
In that moment, Jason knew he made the right choice. This felt right. It felt good. It felt like home. You, him, and your giant dog.
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Drake Siblings
Have I read this prompt somewhere or was this a fever dream from my bored mind.
What if, now hear me out.
What if we bring up Dana Winters-Drake (whose confirmed to at least be alive in the DC verse but no one knows where she actually is)
What if instead of when she had a mental breakdown and getting committed to an Bludhaven clinc she wandered away before anyone noticed and by the time Tim or anyone did notice a lot of stuff started happening at once in both Gotham and Bludhaven (Steph dying, The Bludhaven crisis, etc etc)
Tim still tries to find her though but even with best resources it was like she just disappeared into the wilderness and the stress of trying to handle more and more problems get worse.
So when out of the blue, a couple of years later, he gets a call from an unknown number. On his private, only for friends and family, phone and when he answers he meet with a young girls voice on the other end.
A very young, maybe six or seven, girl who informs him about his apparently half-brother Danny Drake-Fenton. And how she loves Danny so, so, so much but knows her home is dangerous for him to be in.
Tim is stunned and before he could question her, she says Danny is Dana and Jack's baby and that her parents had adopted him years ago and put Dana's stuff that the hospital had away for him to look at when he was older but she just had to fight off their lunch from eating her brother and she knows he needs a better place to live and so she snooped around and found Dana's diary and that she had to unscramble the nonsense Dana wrote and found Tim's number with the words 'tell him about his brother Danny' hidden in it. And-
But before she could keep rambling she hears Danny screaming "JAZZY THE MILK WENT BAD AGAIN AND HISSED AT ME!"
Tim is left with silence after hearing Jazz yell to Danny to lock the fridge and step out of the kitchen as she gets the bat.
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EPISODE ONE, BEGIN
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Grian: Welcome
Grian: to Double Life²
Grian: a return to a tried and true format of season 3.
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Grian: That's right, we're doubling down on Double Life! You will be randomly assigned a soulmate you will share your healthbar with.
Grian: But this time we have taken measures to ensure the game doesn't end at record speeds.
Bdubs: Are you finally letting us sleep through the night?
Tango: Did the amount of hearts get doubled?
Scott: Did you realize the mechanic itself is broken?
Grian: No, don't be silly.
Grian: We are adding more people to the roster! They may not be new to this in general, but only now will they get the chance to find true love.
Skizz: BOO YAH! I'm single and ready to mingle!
Lizzie: True love, eh? An intriguing concept, but I'll need more evidence to truly believe it.
Joel: Lizzie pLEASE
Grian: not to mention-
Grian: -a certain mysterious duo will be joining us for the very first time!
Grian: Give it up for---!
=====> Reveal the vote winners
(The vote is now finished and hidden under the readmore)
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I think… I just met Jason Mendoza in real life.
me: well a thrift store just sells whatever they’re given, while in a vintage shop we hand-pick and curate everything
him: oh so like a DJ set versus just leaving Soundcloud on
me: sure!
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