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Tim stares at Bruce for a long moment with narrowed eyes, face pulling in to a small scowl. There’s an anger that ignites in his stomach, can feel his blood begin to boil the longer he stares at the older man. 

“You aren’t my dad.” He spits the words out with a dangerous venom, doesn’t stop to think how the words might impact Bruce. Doesn’t really care when it comes down to it, not in this state. Bruce is right, he’s hardly slept four hours in the past three days. It’s making him irritable and he wants to sleep but every time he closes his eyes, all he can see if that b o o m e r a n g sticking out of his fathers chest. All he can feel is his fathers blood beneath his finger tips. “I’ll be fine. Now let’s go before Joker decides to light the town up like a Christmas tree.”

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There’s an emptiness that fills his chest, numbness radiating through his bones as he stares at the older man in front of him. He can’t bring himself to be angry with Bruce, can’t bring himself to feel anything. To anyone else, it would probably be unsettling but for Tim, he finds himself in states like this more often than not. He wonders briefly if Bruce ever notices.

“It’s a little late for an apology, don’t you think?” Tim asks plainly as he crosses his arms over his chest. He stares at Bruce with a heavy gaze, eyes gleaming with a hint of sadness while his face remains neutral. It makes him think of Bruce, it’s just like what he’s picked up from Bruce. 

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Things I do not think as forcing ships

blackslytherin:

Since I don’t want people to ever have the idea that I’m trying to force anything or that they are forcing anything by doing any of the following:

Letting your muse fall in over with another muse

Sending crack flirty asks (I love doing this because the answers I get usually make me laugh so hard and it’s so funny. 99,9% of the time I am not expecting us to grow a ship out of that)

Saying to your rp partner that you ship the thing (as long as you do not force them to ship it too, but are simply interested to know if the characters could work out that way and would like to discuss it)

Your muse finding another muse attractive / saying flirty things to them in a thread

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They say ‘time heals,’ but even now I know that’s a lie. What people really mean is that eventually you’ll get used to the pain. You’ll forget who you were without it; you’ll forget what you looked like without your scars.

Claudia Gray, A Thousand Pieces of You (via tragicloss)

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❝ Dude just…just pity laugh at least. ❞

GAME GRUMPS SENTENCE STARTERS.

“Roy, that joke was so bad I can’t even give you that..” Tim laughs at this, leans over pressing a quick kiss to the older mans cheek before looking at his book once more. “You’re lucky you have your looks going for you.”

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❝ First of all, you have to stop calling it ‘Mary Jane.’ That’s the first rule of stonerdom. People will think you’re a fucking narc. ❞

GAME GRUMPS SENTENCE STARTERS.

“Sorry, I’ve never actually smoked. All I’ve heard is Bruce talking about it and well, Bruce is a narc.”

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I’m not a meme resource. If you want a place for that, follow a meme blog. Don’t just take shit from my blog without bothering to interact with my muse.

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“i had to be ur fake boyfriend/girlfriend bc some creep was hitting on you and it was making you uncomfortable and now i have busted knuckles and a cut lip but hey are u okay” au

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SUBTLE ACTS OF DOMINANCE

send a number, or send ‘dominate’ for a random result and receive a starter with my muse:

guiding yours with a hand in the small of their back

guiding yours with a hand on their shoulder

guiding yours by gripping their elbow

guiding yours with a hand on the back of their neck

beckoning yours to them with “come”

beckoning yours by pointing or indicating the spot they should be

beckoning yours by patting the seat beside them

adjusting your muse’s��clothing/hair without asking

turning your muse’s chin to them with a hand

invading your muse’s personal space

alerting yours to a rule they have broken

speaking over or interrupting yours in a conversation

refusing to move out of your muse’s path, or not making space for your muse

making a decision for your muse

dictating your muse’s clothing for a date or a night out

refusing to break eye contact with your muse

silencing your muse with a finger to your muse’s lips

standing over your muse as they sit, or reading over their shoulder

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TRUTH SERUM - MY MUSE HAS TO ANSWER ANY AND ALL QUESTION REGARDLESS OF WHAT IT IS.

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GAME GRUMPS SENTENCE STARTERS. 

❝ God, what if we just fucked one day? ❞

❝ Don’t sass me in front of the internet. ❞

❝ Follow your stupid fucking dreams. ❞

❝ Come at me scrub lord, I’m ripped. ❞

❝ I just wanna have sex with space. ❞

❝ Get in the tub with me, daddy. ❞

❝ Will you just relax and let me kill for money? ❞

❝ That sounds like your problem. Fuck you. ❞

❝ Stay in school. Don’t do drugs. Eat your teeth. ❞ 

❝ Make like a tree and fucking die. ❞

❝ Dude just…just pity laugh at least. ❞

❝ Man, Club Penguin’s gotten weird. ❞

❝ We are like the Stephen Kings of stupid. ❞

❝ Why do you enjoy watching me suffer so? ❞

❝ Do I have to jerk you off to blow your mind? ❞

❝ I haven’t had so much fun since I killed my parents. ❞

❝ Unfortunately I had sex with a guy/girl over the weekend. ❞

❝ What’s a vegetarian zombie say? GRAAAAAAAINS. ❞

❝ Revenge is a best dish served fuck you. ❞

❝ Who wears pants anymore? So 2015. ❞

❝ I need an ice cream sandwich and a gentle blowjob. ❞

❝ Don’t let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya. ❞

❝ The bananas has gone bad! ❞

❝ I cared for those bananas! I raised them with my own two feet! ❞

❝ Did you know I’m a professional joke? My life is a joke. ❞

❝ What if everyone just had constant helicopter dick? ❞

❝ [ name ], does getting me wet fill you with determination? ❞

❝ I can’t prove that someone ISN’T a reptilian. ❞

❝ Wouldn’t it be funny if, like, you lost a family member? ❞

❝ These balls are coming at me fast and furious. It’s like that movie, ‘Speed’. ❞ 

❝ Call me One Direction ‘cause my relevancy is dropping by the day. ❞ 

❝ One time I killed a person and I didn’t report it to the police. ❞

❝ I wanna take a girl to the Grand Canyon, fuck her, and throw her in. ❞ 

❝ Nothing like a gunshot wound to the face to really mellow someone out. ❞ 

❝ If I can’t be the best, I sure as hell can be the worst! ❞ 

❝ [ name ], I’m on a date with a guy/girl right now and you’re embarrassing me. ❞

❝ I’ve made a decision. I’m gonna in the kitchen, gonna open the dishwasher, and I’m gonna climb inside. ❞

❝ I do apologize for my actions, even though they were totally and completely justified. ❞

❝ I could pee on this couch, right now, no problem, while looking you directly in the eyes.❞ 

❝ Look, you tell a couple jokes as a dad and suddenly everyone’s like ‘you’re making dad jokes.’ ❞

❝ All of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles are blue, except for three of them. And there are four. ❞ 

❝ And Abraham said unto Moses, ‘Bro, dude, aliens.’ ❞

❝ I’m gonna throw you out the window. We don’t even have any windows in this room…I’m gonna carve out a window and throw you through it. ❞ 

❝ DO IT YOU SACK OF SHIT! – Sorry. That didn’t come out as encouraging as I meant it to. ❞

❝ [ name ], if there’s one thing I can be totally honest about, it’s that I would happily lie to your face.❞

❝ If I took pole-dancing, I would be worried that it would be too erotic for everybody else. ❞

❝ Next time we make love, [ name ], would you please refer to me as your sweet cakey treasure? ❞   

❝ I try to show at least one other human-being my butt hole every single day. ❞

❝ The only people who don’t like sluts are the people who don’t get any. ❞ 

❝ Have you ever though of a career in driving people fucking insane? Because you are already a PRO at it. ❞ 

❝ I am actively looking for ways to get you to shut the fuck up. ❞

❝ First of all, you have to stop calling it ‘Mary Jane.’ That’s the first rule of stonerdom. People will think you’re a fucking narc. ❞

❝ First of all, no one says ‘pot-eyes’, you fuckin’ narc. ❞

❝ If by OK you mean like on the inside I’m just going ‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!’ then yes, I’m quite OK ❞

❝ When you walk outside there are three elements of nature that you must avoid: snow, wind, and bees. ❞ 

❝ Could you imagine if you unlocked outfits in real life? Like, “Congratulations you wiped your ass, here’s a new shirt.” ❞

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I miss you.

Send me “I miss you” to know what my muse will say after 1 year, 5 years, then to 10 years after your muse’s death.

Year I:

The first year, Tim doesn’t believe it. Bruce isn’t gone, the corpse was never recovered so he must be out there, somewhere anywhere. They bury an empty casket. He spends the next year devoted to finding Bruce, hellbent on proving that the man is out there. Friends and family grow concerned for his well being but Tim keeps insisting keeps telling them that “Bruce is out there, he isn’t gone. He can’t be gone.”

Year V:

Tim is twenty three and he thinks that he has far too many skeletons in his closet. Too many skeletons that he has yet to properly deal with. A collection of deaths, anger and trauma under his belt, and he wonders how many more have to die before it finally breaks him. When will the sadness that fills his chest become too much to bare? Letting out a heavy sigh, he closes his laptop and reaches for a pack of cigarettes that lay on the desk. When he lights up, he smiles with a sort of fond sadness, recalls the first time Bruce caught him smoking. “I’m sorry,” He chuckles quietly to himself before he takes a drag off his cigarette.

Year X:

He’s twenty eight, it’s been ten years since he’s seen Bruce has died. Tim misses him every day, finds himself acting more like Bruce as he ages, Dick finds it humors, pokes fun at him for it but Tim can see the sort of melancholy in his eyes every time he makes a joke. The look makes Tim feel sick. He wonders if he makes Bruce proud, wonders if this is what Bruce wanted for the city, what he wanted for Tim. He’s devoted his life to Bruce’s mission, devoted his life to saving a dying G O T H A M. There’s still that void Bruce had left him, no matter how many crooks he books it doesn’t close the wound. Doesn’t bring him closer to healing. “I hope I make you proud Dad.” He isn’t sure who he’s talking to, isn’t certain who he wants to make proud anymore.

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Headcanon 006

Tim doesn’t like to drink often, he’s okay with having one now and again but he only ever gets passed one drink on a special occasion. So you know it’s a big deal with Tim is drunk. Tim is also a smoker, he smokes in times of high stress particularly when he’s running on empty. You’re much more likely to see him having a drink than you are to see him smoking.

Overall, Tim much prefers to consume as much caffeine as possible rather than indulge in liquor or smoking.

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Tim’s body shakes against Jason’s with each gasp for air. It’s ugly, and raw and far too intimate. It’s rare that Tim lets himself be seen like this. It’s common for nightmares to rudely rouse him from sleep but rare that they get to him this much. It takes him a few moments longer to calm down so he isn’t gasping and choking back sobs but he doesn’t pull back from Jason’s embrace. He needs it. 

“Jason, I’m s c a r e d.”  His voice is quiet and rough against Jason’s skin, barely above a whisper. The fear is still there, clutching his chest like a vice. The fear of his inevitable demise, bloody and gruesome. Just like everyone in his life, his mother, father, his allies and friends. It was only a matter of time before it would happen to him as well. A ticking time bomb. 

Nightmares

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ok but someone give me that cute bartender story line though? like this guy tends bar at a restaurant or a pub or something and always sees this cute girl/guy hanging out there, but s/he’s always either with friends or with some one so he never really gets the time to talk to her/him BUT ONE DAY s/he walks into the place alone and orders so many drinks until s/he’s so bloody drunk, screaming about how their girlfriend/boyfriend cheated on him/her, that the bartender had to bring him/her home himself. s/he wakes up with a horrible hangover, stumbles out the room to find the bartender cooking breakfast and rolling his eyes, laughing. “first of all, you’re an idiot. second, we didn’t have sex if that’s what you’re wondering. third, breakfast will be ready soon. sit.” and fluff commences HELP PLZ

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Rosanna Geissler

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I highly recommend you follow the person I reblogged this from.