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I'll be so for real with you:

I hate canon Damian. (at least most animated adaptations, i've not read any of his comics) He's an insufferable prick.

Fanon Damian? It's 50/50.

Fanon Damian but specifically the one where he's a feral little alley cat who knows Jason from the League and is clingy af??? Yes. Please. Give me the small feral Robin clinging to/calling out for the RedHood in a crisis.

Just.

Damian, bleeding, out numbered: Ahki-

It's like Robin calling out for Dad, but so, so, *so* much worse. Because Batman doesn't kill. RedHood, Mr. Eight-Heads-In-A-Bag, *does*.

Jason will level a city block for his little brother.

Bonus points if it's pre-reveal.

The Bats are stuck on the either side of the warehouse, and hear Damian call out for "ahki" over the comms. Tim knows it's not for him. Damian barely tolerates him. Dick *wants* it to be for him, but he's never heard Damian use that word for any of them.

And then they hear a modulated voice on their comms (because of course jay has been hacked in for weeks) "I'm on the way, habibi, stay low". And the floor falls out from beneath them.

Because Redhood doesn't flinch when he takes a bullet meant for Damian. He's armored yes, but there's no way he's not hurt. But his voice is so calm, so reassuring as he looks over Damian for injuries. He barely looks over his shoulder when he fires fatal shot after fatal shot while oh-so carefully pulling the boy into his arms.

He barely gives Batman a glance when he gives them ten seconds to clear the building before it blows.

Bonus-bonus points if Jason heads straight for the Cave. Because Alfred is the best possible person he can think of to treat Damian.

He explains nothing as he locks down the Cave just before the bat mobile arrives. Once Damian has calmed down or fallen asleep, Jason leaves. Alfred doesn't even pretend to try to stop him.

Because Alfred knows everything.

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A trope I'm obsessed with and wish I'd see more of is Dick seeing ghost!jason all the time. And so when Jason shows up Dick just... Fully believes he's a new vision his brain has concocted to torture him.

Even if it's Jay taking the hood off for a dramatic reveal. (in 'Haven for some reason) Dick's just like: I know RH is in Gotham, and I've seen the way he moves, of *course* my brain is going to torture me like this.

And Jay is just standing there, waiting for the hysterics and Dick just squints like: right. Cool. I'm gonna go shower now.

Jason proceeds to stalk Dick because *what the fuck* and Dick just accepts it as his subconscious.

Dick, totally relaxed as Jason climbs through a safehouse window: Oh hey little wing. You're looking more bloody tonight.

Jason, just killed a man and def didn't clean up on purpose: Dick, what the fuck man. I just shot a guy, and that's all you have to say??

Dick, shrugging: who hasn't done it a time or two?

Jason: what.

Dick: ohhhhh is this like my guilt manifesting over the whole renegade thing? Like i gotta admit my sins to my oblivious brother? Wow. My brain is rude as hell.

Dick: [nonchalant bite of cereal]

Jason: ... I repeat. What.

Dick, gesturing with a spoon: Yeah I worked with Slade for awhile. Then there was the Spyral thing. Oh and the Talon thing.

Jason: ... Dude. Are you okay?

Dick: Ahahahaha... No.

Jason: Alright, fair enough.

He flops down on the couch next to Dick and steals the cereal bowl out of his hands.

Dick.exe has stopped working. Because what the fuck he felt that. A vision just stole his cereal.

Dick: I should call Harley.

Jason, nodding: Yeah she's pretty good.

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Crack fic idea:

Jason Todd learned to break dance. He was a physically fit kid from the Alley, busking was safer than hooking, especially if he moved a bit further into town.

Then he becomes Robin. Has a whole space to practice and finds common ground with always-a-performer Dick Grayson.

He never really forgets.

Pre-reveal Redhood finds biker tiktok and is offended by both the bike-less helmet guys and the number of mid dances. Cue redhood exclusively stitching bikers (in full redhood gear) and correcting their moves, or stitching booktok to critique poor writing and make recs. He becomes popular way outside Gotham.

Dick recognizes a specific b-boy move and a rant about Jane Austin. He breaks into RedHood's safe house like "You bastard, THIS is how I find out???"

Chaos ensues.

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Teacher: "Pull up your shirt I don't want to see all that!"

Me: *struggles to shimmy up shirt*

Teacher: "This isn't a joke, cover yourself!"

Me: *frustrated, puts on jacket backwards, raising a brow in defiance*

Teacher: "You should wear clothes that are more appropriate"

Me:*sigh*

Sorry, not sorry.

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Scene chicks be jelly of indie girl  boob swag. Yea. I went there. Stupid twiglets. >///<

"Shame you’re rude."

(At the risk of being preachy: No matter what your size, insulting someone else because you’re feeling bad about your size isn’t going to make you feel any better but it will harm them. Don’t do it.)

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Times able to feel this satisfaction.... x1

Bosom Buddies.

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Random Thought...

It was just after dark and I had been standing behind the house, smoking a cigarette out of sight so just encase my parents got home, they wouldn't see me. (They don't know I smoke and I plan to keep it that way.)

ANYWAY, as I go to head back inside, I stumble over a tree stump or some other miscellaneous yard obstacle.  Needless to say, I very nearly fall on my face, barely catching myself in time. For some reason this got me thinking:

I had been looking toward where I was headed, not where I actually going. It reminded me of when I was a little kid, my mom would tell me not to stare at my feet when I walk. Now I'm sure this was, in her mind, a way to develop my situational awareness, i.e., look where you're going so you don't walk into something bad. But somehow this lesson was so backwards to me at that moment. I had been looking at my goal, not the steps to get to it. 

Why are we so focused on the destination? When it seems like if all we do is make plans for our arrival, we stumble and land somewhere else? But if we focus on each step, and find our own route through the minefields and obstacles that lie ahead, does it really matter where we end up? Because regardless of where we are headed, we will never arrive unscathed, unmarred by the blundering path we chose without looking. 

Is there a balance to be found between the utter, clumsy focus we set of destination, and the intrigued glances down at our feet to see where we actually are? Or are we doomed to consistently to make the same repetitive subconscious choice of journey or arrival???

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WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?

Going to a zoo in AZ at the age of 5 or 6, and walking back and forth in front of the piranha tank. The school of them followed me as I paced back in forth. It was both fascinating and creeeeepppy.

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SO HERE'S THE DEAL

I'm going to post a bunch of artwork on here and MAYBE, just MAYBE, you'll like it. If not, meh, thats cool. :P

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So erm... hi?

I'm brand new to tumblr. Must say that I dig the layout. BUT. I still am too anti-hipster to like it. >.<