#create boundaries

[ashantidoll]

I've dealt with this uncouth behavior for years, and when someone says they're in an "era" believe them cause that shit is truly temporary lol

I have to take more control in my situation so I can get to a better place. I cannot heal and feel at home in this place I am in. I am not finding peace, always waiting for the other shoe to drop. Or simply just waiting. People aren't coming to save you, fight for your self

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[callmeizukunotdeku]

I love the idea of parentified Tim Drake.

Bruce loses Jason and isn't ready for another son. Tim sees this, he acknowledges this, and he's okay with it. He's never really been a son to his own parents so he wouldn't expect the neighbor to start taking care of him.

When Tim's parents come home, they're not mean or anything, they just don't baby him. They treat him as an equal--as someone who knows what he's doing--and that's fine, because he does.

He's been taking care of himself for as long as he could remember, so when people try to treat him like a child, it angers him more than anything. The way that they assume just because he's young he can't take care of himself.

Tim's been to galas before, though. He's talked with Bruce and the man never treated him like he was incompetent. Tim's parents would ask Tim questions about the company so that he could recite them to Bruce. It was a song and dance he was well versed in, but he didn't really mind, not when Bruce looked at him with such a fondness in his eyes, always saying, "That's really interesting. You know a lot about your parents' company. Did it take you a while to memorize it?"

And he'd shake his head and say, "No," because that was the correct response, even if it was wrong.

Even if he had flashcards about Drake industries and kept up to date with perception of the company and the stock value and who the shareholders were and what they wanted and what they were willing to do to get that.

It wasn't one bout of work. It wasn't a single night of studying to make sure he passed the test, but a lifetime memorizing information and then rememorizing it when it changed.

So when Jason died and Bruce started getting bad, Tim knew what to do.

He was used to long term projects where it would be years before he actually got to see any result. He was used to seeing adults as people who he was responsible for, though he had to admit that the responsibility had never been that big before.

When Tim showed up at Bruce's doorstep, he was young, just like both of Bruce's other sons, but his eyes lacked that sort of naïveté and childlike wonder that should have accompanied the baby fat which persisted on his cheeks.

That's what made Alfred pause at the door.

There was a kid. A black haired, blue eyed kid. He was young, like both of Bruce's sons. His lack of naïveté was something he shared with both children, only Dick's had been a fresh sort of loss, one he was still mourning, and Jason's naïveté was something long-forgotten and left to rot. It was a feeling you smelt when you left the windows closed for too long.

Still there, still somewhere, but not quite right and never able to be found, only stumbled upon in rare moments of something that could almost be called joy.

Tim's naïveté is something he left at home. He keeps it on a shelf in his bedroom, something to look at when the going gets rough, but something too fragile to be held.

Maybe that's why Alfred lets him in.

That day, Tim meets Bruce--not Brucie or Batman, just Bruce.

He meets a man who's hair's grown long, but not long enough for it to have been intentional. There's grease in his hair and bags under his eyes and you can tell that he's been biting his nails.

He's clean shaven, because that's what people can see when he wears the cowl.

Tim takes a deep breath before walking into the room.

Bruce doesn't move, but Tim doesn't doubt that the man notices him.

The room smells like alcohol--a smell he recognizes from when his own father is home, though he can't say he's ever remembered it smelling so concentrated.

"Hello," he says, when he's right in front of Bruce, "My name is Tim, and I'm here to help."

Bruce doesn't say anything, but he doesn't need to.

Tim talks to him, slowly distracting the man as he brings him to the bathroom, first trying to put a toothbrush in his hand and then, when that doesn't work, brushing the man's teeth himself.

Tim draws a bath for him and grabs him a new pair of clothes, and tells him to take his bath, only leaving the room when Bruce finally stands up and starts undressing.

Tim takes care of the sheets, puts new ones on the bed, and goes to the kitchen, to find Alfred already making food.

The butler asks him if he's staying to eat but Tim just insists that he's not hungry and brings the food up to Bruce.

He knocks on the bathroom door, and when Bruce doesn't respond, he opens it.

Bruce is sitting in the bath, knees to his chest, crying, but not otherwise moving.

So Tim rolls up his sleeves and washes Bruce's hair, then keeps him company as Bruce washes himself.

Bruce finds it easier to get things done when there's someone else in the room--talking to him, giving him something else to think about.

Tim talks as he gets Bruce out of the bath and hand him a towel. He talks as Bruce dries himself off and gets dressed. He talks as Bruce eats the lunch that Alfred made him and he talks until he gets Bruce back to bed.

He leaves, voice hoarse from talking so much after living in an empty home.

He comes back the next day and does it all again.

Alfred doesn't know what he should do. He knows, of course, that Tim is young and shouldn't be taking care of someone at that age.

He also knows that Bruce is in no state to take care of himself and all of Alfred's attempts have been in vain.

Tim's talking was what got Bruce to eat his first actual meal in a week--not just popcorn and protein bars. Tim's presence is what got Bruce to bed.

Tim was what was making things better, so while Alfred knew he should put a stop to it, he couldn't quite make himself do so.

Instead, he started doing little things.

He invited Tim to stay for meals.

Invited Tim to stay the night.

It took a while, but eventually, Tim started living in the manor.

One month, there's only ghosts in the house, the next, three beating hearts.

One month, Bruce can only think of his son, the next, he's calling Tim his dad.

One day, Bruce crosses the line as Batman, and the next day, he has a Robin.

You know how things go from there, some things are lost, others are gained. Some things stay the same, others do nothing but change.

Bruce and Tim get better, but Bruce still thinks of Tim as his dad.

No one really pays it much heed, though. That's just how they are--nothing really to note.

It's Dick, though, who starts noticing something's off, because Tim never sleeps.

When Dick was first adopted, he had nightmares.

He'd remember what it was like to watch someone fall. He did not watch it from the ground, but from the balcony, holding onto a trapeze, moments away from completing his own jump.

It took him months to finally come to Bruce, tell him about his nightmares.

Though he was never told the details, he knew it was the same for Jason. He pushed Bruce away, insisted that he'd be fine on his own, but eventually started letting him in.

He never asked, but assumed it was the same for Tim. When Tim couldn't sleep, when he had nightmares, when he couldn't stand to sleep in an empty bed, he'd go to Bruce like the rest of them did.

It was a reasonable thing to assume, and it was a belief he only questioned when he got up in the middle of the night to get water.

That same night, Bruce had a nightmare. Bruce knocked on Tim's door. Bruce slept in Tim's bed.

Tim ran his hands through Bruce's hair, promising that everything would be okay until Bruce fell asleep.

Now that he knew to look for it, Dick started noticing even more. The way Tim knew Bruce's favorite food and the way Tim took care of the man's company so that Bruce had the freedom to do what he wanted. The way Bruce turned to Tim when he had a problem or wanted to be told he did something well.

It was wrong.

It was wrong and Dick was trapped because he hadn't noticed it earlier. Why didn't he notice it earlier?

Tim came to him first, asked him to become Robin again. Dick knew about Tim from the start. Dick was there for the entirety of his stay as Robin.

He was there.

So why didn't he noticed?

Jason sees him panicking on patrol and Dick just breaks.

He breaks down in his brother's arms--arms he can feel tightening around him as he tells him everything.

They talk about it a lot after that. Jason starts noticing things too.

They bring in Babs and start making a file--compiling evidence because there's always the urge to just ignore it. To acknowledge that Bruce is doing better than ever.

But that requires them to forget about Tim.

To let the boy take care of Bruce and not live his own life.

Because, now that they're looking, they can see how lonely it is.

How he doesn't have any school friends--he had to drop out to take over WE.

How he's grown apart from Young Justice--always leaving when Bruce is in trouble or needs someone to talk to, not able to bear the idea of what Bruce might do if left alone.

Because Tim knows he'll break.

Bruce needs someone to take care of him, and Tim exists to fulfill the needs of others, regardless of how much it takes from him.

So Tim goes and helps his son. He never talks about how tired he is. He has sleeping pills to fix that, and maybe he can't take them because what if Bruce has a nightmare and then he can't wake up Tim--it's unimaginable.

Dick and Jason notice, though, and they try to bring it up with him, but they're not sure how.

Not when Tim's gut reaction is just to start taking care of them, too. Easing their worries, telling them that everything's okay.

They want so bad to insist that it's not okay, that this is going to ruin Tim and he can't spend his whole life like this.

But they want even more to be held. To be granted that unconditional love and care that comes with being Tim's child.

So they try to say something--anything.

But then, Tim smiles. He opens his arms to them and asks about their days.

And they they try to tell him that not everything's okay, but Tim is smiling, and they try, but they can't say a thing.

[zuzypiia]

hey so just to combat the narrative tommy's trying to so pathetically push about how "i made the dream smp famous and because of that i made dream famous", my cousins from rural indonesia and their friends knew dream from his viral manhunts and speedruns, and one from the technoblade duel. but when i brought up "tommyinnit" no one knew who he is 😁

[keepthedelta]

i'm being so serious when i say that someone needs to tell the piastris to get off social media immediately. stop feeding the parasocial relationships. stop it.

[roses-are-repulsed]

You are not broken for being repulsed. Nothing is wrong with you. You don't need to be fixed. Do not hurt yourself by purposely going past your limit to trigger your repulsion - that's not how exposure therapy works nor is it supposed to cause harm to yourself.

Do not make yourself physically ill trying to be "normal" you deserve better. You deserve kindness. Grant yourself that kindness.

[proshippers-against-censorship]

"We're proship but we don't accept [insert VERY OBVIOUS PROSHIP LABEL]."

Like what do you mean you're proship but you don't allow l0li / sh0tac0ns? What do you mean??

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[mod2amaryllis]

sad to go to work tomorrow cuz it's my second to last day :(

[wanderingibon]

first draft / initial concept for my rook! (he/they), debating on a name still but I know for sure that they're a mournwatcher, mage, 30 or so, and have this aloof / intimidating aura which keeps others from approaching them- when in fact he's just awkward doesn't know how to hold conversations with others

[myimaginationplain]

do you ever think about how Ohkubo extremely casually dropped the fact that Spirit & Kami were teen parents & then proceeded to never expound upon that fact or bring it up ever again despite it explaining a whole lot about them & Maka

[rose-tinted-wool]

"Around his age... excuse me," Jouno smiles politely, "Do you, per chance, have a friend named Dazai?"

-- Jouno Saigiku (@huntingdogjouno)

Violet eyes narrowed at the male’s voice and Yuan’s chest rose in quick, shallow breaths. An icky, tingling feeling started at the tips of her fingers, spreading through her body like pins and needles as she turned to the strange man. Her skin felt hot— searing trails of fire creeping up the back of her neck, clouding her mind in a suffocating heatwave of panic and fear.

“Who are you?” She barked, a thin sheen of sweat forming on her forehead. She swallowed thickly and took a few cautious steps back.

[smoked-salmon-official]

someone needs to tell megatron to stop makin kids bro 😭😭😭😭 he can't keep getting away with this

they just keep spawning in 😔

[rueclfer]

Erm hai rue… I need ur advice !

I’m an aspiring writer and I loooove writing so much. It brings me so much joy knowing that people like what I write, however my writers block has been super bad lately. To combat this, I’ve been using chatgpt for ideas. I’m not making it write a whole fanfic, but I ask it for prompts and stuff. Is that okay?? I import my fics into the bot and ask how to finish it, or like I said, ask it for prompts. I just feel bad because writing is a creative outlet for a lot of people and I feel like I’m a complete poser.

You don’t have to answer, but I’d really appreciate if you did!

generative ai in any capacity is not okay and a fanfic is never worth the damage that it causes to the environment and to your integrity as a writer

aside from the poserness, it's important to realize that writing is a skill that has to be built and in order to build it you have to take the time and dedication to practice, study, and struggle. (the struggle is the most important!!!! you can't get better if you don't work around roadblocks!!! that is law!!!!!!) (you also need to take an extra step to reevaluate your relationship with writing if you find yourself doing it for the validation of the people more than for your own enjoyment)

i am a firm believer that in order to combat writer's block, you need to do anything and everything BUT write. -> read. watch a movie/show. listen to music. play a video game. go for a walk. journal. day dream. get out of your head and draw inspiration from other forms of media/art !!

there are also many resources and blogs dedicated to writing prompts so i encourage you research a bit

@creativepromptsforwriting -> this one i scroll through whenever i feel a bit at a wall but there's fr so many!!

[quietlyblooms-gone]

alright, friends, it's time for a lil heart-to-heart.

for quite a while now, i've struggled with feeling like the rpc is an actual community. there's a few things that contribute to this feeling, but it mostly comes down to a lack of interaction and visible interest. sometimes i feel very one-sided in my interest and attachment to my mutuals bc when i see their ooc posts or headcanons, i like them or comment, yet this isn't reciprocated by everyone. i can usually guess who i'm about to see in my notifications, and to be absolutely clear, i'm very grateful for those people!! it's a handful or two of you, but it could be just one and i'd be grateful. it's not about numbers whatsoever but rather growing uncomfortable that not all of my mutuals are all that interested in my character or me.

i write on here to share the excitement of creating with other people. i write on here to create together, too, but i'm also here to share characters and ideas and lore with people i know are happy to hear me ramble. i'm just getting to the point in which i'm questioning how many of you are actually happy to listen, and that's just not a good feeling at all. i'm not a mind reader, y'all. if you don't tell or show me that you care about the things i talk about or even about interacting, there's no way for me to know. eventually, i'm going to question why you're following me if i never see or hear from you, and eventually, i'm going to softblock and move on. that's the only way forward i see right now because i just do not feel comfortable on my own blog. i feel like i'm retreating into this quiet bubble to avoid discomfort, and it really sucks. it's killing my muse.

i'm not perfect. none of us are, and we can't be online at all times to catch every little post. but if we're a community, then we should be supporting each other when we can and liking headcanons, liking/commenting on those lil ooc posts that remind us our writing partners are humans with lives outside this site, reblogging their promo posts, sending in that meme they've reblogged even if we're nervous to reach out first -- if we're a roleplaying community, then we need to act like it. " community " implies connection, and a connection doesn't really begin when you follow each other. it begins when you reach out, even if it's in some small way.

tldr: i think we can all do better to support our mutuals and to connect, and i'm going to softblock people rather than continue to feel unsure where i stand with my mutuals. i won't start until sometime next week, and i won't make one of those " like this to remain mutuals " posts. they're not helpful to me, if i'm honest. if you're worried, just reach out. i'm literally a 4'9'' gremlin who sleeps with a m.unchlax plushie -- i promise i'm not scary despite this post uvu

[idcallmyselfhuman]

my headcanon for the plate numbers in their rooms is that they're from old cars they wrecked bc they are dogshit drivers

see:

[allastoredeer]

I feel like there are too many minors trying to insert themselves in the adult Hazbin fandom cause I just encountered a public radiostatic community that's being hosted by a 12 year old, I don't know what these kids parents are doing but it's not good

I'd be lying if I said I didn't get into things I probably shouldn't have when I was younger (then again I was a wee little religious teen who didn't have the nerve to go into, much less interact, in mature/explicit groups), but I wish they'd at least mark these spaces as ones for minors, especially when it comes to shows like Hazbin Hotel.

I don't think minors and adults should be completely cut off from each other in fandom, but when it comes to adults shows and adults fans making explicit content, minors shouldn't be inserting themselves into these spaces. I think its good and healthy for them to explore themselves through fics and art, whether that's creating it themselves or viewing it--it certainly helped me broaden my worldview and discover things about myself (no joke, Spideypool is what led to me getting out of my toxic, religious lifestyle).

But they need to understand that adults have boundaries too. That adults get uncomfortable, and most of us don't want them interacting with our 18+ material (or, at the very least, discussing it with us). Just the exchange of explicit content (especially sexual content) between minors and adults is illegal, and could really get us in trouble.

And, you know, it's just weird and uncomfortable.

I like creating and consuming dark content, and it's not something I'd ever want to discuss with someone in their teens. It makes me feel gross. I've actually had an experience with a minor passing themselves off as an adult and talking with me in an 18+ channel on discord. They felt guilty afterward and admitted they were a minor, and when I tell you how gross I felt as the adult in that situation. How disgusting I felt.

It was a horrible experience that I never want to repeat.

If any minors are reading this, you need to understand that engaging in these topics with adults does have consequences, and you need to respect our boundaries on the matter. If us getting in trouble with the law isn't enough for you to do that, then consider that we're human beings and these things have an emotion and mental impact on us too.

[damnbtway]

gavin in the first friendsgiving is such a fucking menace. he still is but this in of itself man the way he says laskos name this guy just wants to wreak havoc......

also side note the way damien just says "scoot i need behind you" to get by them while fl and gavin are making out in the middle of the kitchen is very polycule of them an (train runs me over)