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first pride🌈
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Gonna post ALL of my art here hehe
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Lovelies.
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EEPER?
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Halbarry
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Batboys!!
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Scenes for a fic I’m working on
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something about there being this unspoken understanding in the batfam that Jason really is just one unkind word away from falling apart completely at any given time.
It is not immediately obvious when Jason comes storming into the batcave in a bad mood, or when he takes a shot at one of them that it's a test.
An unfair test, but some weird, oddly understandable one if you step back and consider the myriad of traumas Jason has that have never had the chance to be properly dealt with thanks to the natural isolation of his life. T
here's this moment of epiphany among them when Damian makes some offhanded comment after Jason has left in a rage, where he's like "He's almost as socially inept as I was when I first came from the league."
and Oh.
Because yeah. Jason's hyper competent in combat, and strategy, and he can be clear and easy to talk to when it's about a mission or patrol, but when it's just them-- casual? No gear? No masks and vigilante roles to hide behind, it's like Jason is stumbling through every interaction. If he's not being immediately bitchy, he's awkward and quiet, and looks so out of place. They know Jason is compassionate, and can be soft, because he is with victims and children-- but he can't seem to let himself have any true permanence as Jason Todd.
While it's not an excuse for Jason to be a bitch to test them... the epiphany is: Jason hasn't been in community or relationship with people in years. Maybe ever, if you really think about it. He's doing that thing that the more brash street kids do. The ones who poke and prod at wounds because they're trying to gauge safety.
Because the batfam is Jason's last grasp at having a permanent place where Jason Todd can exist... but it can only happen if he's wanted. The rest of the world thinks he's dead. He can't really be understood by the average civilian.
How else does he prove he's wanted than to give them all the things that would make it easy to leave?
the batfam sees the truth of it though. it’s in the way Jason snaps at them, but flinches at his own tone because it’s so obvious he didn’t mean for it to come out that way. It's not something they noticed before Damian said what he said. And in the past, Tim or Damian would bite back with a psychologically dismantling remark. Because they're all witty, and some of Jason's complexes are just glaring red targets, and well- He's usually the one that provokes! Right? So it's fine? But this time--
Jason says something he shouldn't, and he stares at them wide-eyed and clearly terrified for the response and they all just shrug and move on with things, Tim even huffs out a laugh, and says, "Yeah, okay Jason." And Jason visibly calms down. His whole body seems to untense, and then he very quietly mumbles, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it." And it's like you can hear a pin drop.
Then Bruce nods in acknowledgement, and his tone is even when he says, "We know, Chum."
Because not once in his life has he been met with actual neutrality. Not indifference, not rage-- just neutrality that says, "You're not gonna provoke us, or scare us off."
and that makes it easier to breathe amongst them. It makes it easier to trust that they might like the little good he has to offer, if they're not scared of all the ugly.
ugh idk, just something that makes them realize that Jason is in a constant state of emotional panic, and while he's not stupid at all, he's got extremely underdeveloped interpersonal skills, especially familial ones.
as time goes on, there comes a point where Jason says something barbed, it's just him and Dick, and Dick is like, "You know, Damian used to do the same thing when he first came here. He said all the worst things he could think of, and he tried to kill Tim, and he complained about Alfred's cooking, and was always waiting for the other shoe to drop."
and Jason's fucking disarmed because HELLO? And so he's like, "What the fuck does that have to do with anything--"
"He's still here, Jason. And I have every intention of making sure you stay, too. But damn, can we check the attitude at the door, sometimes?"
bc accountability is also >>>
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Tim walks into Bruce’s study where he’s ’working’ but in actuality just texting Clark, who was canceling on a date they had planned
Tim: *holding out his hand* Give me fifty bucks
Bruce: *takes out his wallet and hands 50 bucks to him* Wait, why?
Tim: *pocketing the money* You haven’t wished me happy Pride month yet
Bruce: *holding out his hand* You haven’t wished me happy Pride Month either. I’ve been out longer than you’ve been alive
Tim: *whispers* Fuck *hands him back the 50* Can’t believe I forgot you were bi too
Bruce: *hums and puts his money back in his wallet before glancing down at his phone with an evil grin* … Y’know, Clark would probably feel guilty enough to give you money
Tim: *evil grin that’s the exact same as Bruce’s* Interesting… *leaves*
Bruce: *sighs with a small smile* I gave birth to that boy… he’s just like me
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Sometimes, Dick watches Jason after missions, and he can taste their past bleed.
He still squeezes Jason’s favorite candy inside his hand, until they pulverise to sugar shards. Inside his mind, he asks ‘do you want some, Jaybird?’ Very easily. But never says it.
They never learned how to feel out loud. Not entirely.
He can’t simply ASK if Jason’s hurt, if he needs help, if he needs a whole night of bad action movies, or a silent shoulder to listen. That’s a brother’s place.
Bruce doesn’t have that problem. He could love Jason anytime, hell to heaven.
“You’re so reckless.”
“I was fine!”
“Jumping in front of a running car for the sake of disobeying me is NOT fine—“
“I’ll never do anything right in your eyes, will I?!Why can’t you ever just trust that I’m okay?!”
Dick understands it. He’s not as uncomfortable as the others are. The outcome is very predictable.
What he doesn’t anticipate is Bruce’s next words, however.
“Because I love you. That’s how I know you WON’T be.”
A painfully slow silence settles heavily, melting them in stone.
Jason’s eyes glitter with shock, with grief, with — hope, almost.
Bruce stares. For a beat. “I didn’t mean to say that.”
“…Bruce,” Jason’s still a statue when he moves forward, hands reaching out like sons do. “It’s okay—“
“Jay.”
That stops him in his tracks. But that’s not what unsettles him. Bruce’s eyes, round with panic, do.
“I didn’t mean to say that.”
The silence gets colder.
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“A truth curse.”
“A truth curse,” Zatanna nods. “But just to be sure: Someone ask him a question.”
Bruce glares at them, arms folded defensively over his chest, preparing for a gut punch of vulnerability.
“Okay, let’s keep it simple—“
“Do you see me as your daughter?” Steph asks.
Bruce’s teeth grit. “You’re an amazing woman who doesn’t rely on masculine figures to validate her identity. You’re not my daughter. I just love you.”
Then, Duke speaks up, hesitant. “…Did you eat the last cookie and framed Tim for it?”
“…Yes.”
“MOTHERFUCKER.”
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Kid Jason gets so mad at all the mean comments that people write about Bruce online, cause he knows it’s not true and it never will be
And he’s ranting to Bruce, who is just smiling softly at him while Dick lies on the couch nearby, rolling his eyes since he was forced to be there and try to heal his relationship with Bruce.
“Why don’t you care more about this, Dad? They’re being so… well, horrible!”
Bruce taps his fingers on his desk before pulling Jason closer, hoisting the small boy onto his lap. “When people say those mean things about me online, I just think, it’s nowhere near what I’ve said about myself.” Bruce shrugs, incorrectly assuming that this would somehow calm his son. “It puts it all into perspective.”
Jason makes a pitiful, wounded sound and hugs Bruce tightly. Bruce doesn’t necessarily understand why what he said ignited such a reaction, but he loves hugs from Jason, so he hugs him back happily
Dick is still lying down on the couch, his face obscured from view by the book he was reading, hiding the devastated expression on his face.
The boys have a telepathic communication moment where they agree to hunt down the motherfuckers who keep saying bad things about their Dad. They can’t decide whether it’s better that Bruce doesn’t feel bad, or it’s bad that he thinks worse stuff about himself.
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“Hey, kiddo.”
Dick and Damian Week Day 4: Reunion!
a scene from the lovely fic soft clocks by dustorange!
Side effects of being revived by Lex Luthor may include amnesia, going undercover into a high-level espionage agency, not recognizing your family, fighting your family, and dealing with the emotional weight and guilt associated with encountering said family. Ask your doctor if being revived by Lex Luthor is right for you. (a.k.a. Dick has amnesia during his time at Spyral. The family grapples with finding out he's alive. Dick grapples with finding out he has a family. Inspired by this post by bigskydreaming.)
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After the fourth night in a row where one of his kids directly disobeys his orders and gets hurt even more
Bruce is just done
Burnt out, drained, weary; whatever the fuck you want to call it at this point
He’s been working on himself a lot lately. And at this point in all his relationships, he understands that taking away their alter-ego and benching them will only backfire on him.
So he doesn’t do anything
He mentally throws his hands up in defeat and just… does whatever they wants to diffuse the situation
Dick is expecting another yelling match to commence the moment they get back to the cave. In fact, he went out tonight deliberately trying to get to this moment. He brought cough drops for the aftermath to soothe his throat from all the yelling. He knows it isn’t healthy, but he just needs to let out some steam
Instead of their usual routine, Bruce gets out of the Batmobile and doesn’t even look at Dick. You can’t say his posture is… relaxed… but it isn’t wound up tightly like it usually is when one of his children gets hurt
Bruce goes over to the Batcomputer and starts typing down what happened on patrol that night while Dick does his best not to put any pressure on his possibly broken leg
After a few minutes of silence, Bruce sighs and turns back to Duck with a raised eyebrow, his face passively blank
“What?”
Dick shifts and winces as his entire leg throbs painfully. “A-aren’t you gonna call Alfred?” Dick responded back petulantly, keeping his voice low in hopes Bruce wouldn’t hear him then get annoyed and finally show some emotion
“Your arm isn’t broken, is it? Use it.” Bruce said simply before turning back around and continuing to type.
Dick felt anger bubble up in his chest, but it felt stupid to try and start a fight when Bruce obviously wouldn’t engage.
Dick storms off in a huff, at least he tries. He makes it a few steps before deciding to sit down and call Alfred.
“Love you,” Bruce calls back to him without turning around, causing Dick to stick up both of his middle fingers in retaliation.
Or with Jason, he’ll pick his battles and accept whatever happens afterwards
Jason’s waiting for the other shoe to drop. Extremely reminiscent of when he first came to the Manor
He had shot someone on patrol. Could he have used his rubber bullets instead of his real ones? Yes. Did he lie to Bruce and say that he didn’t have real bullets in him? Also yes
But fuck Bruce and all the rules he has
Now it was completely silent as they rode home in the Batmobile.
Jason checked over his gun for the fourth time before carefully tucking it back in her holster.
“You’re seriously not gonna say anything, old man?” Jason griped. Usually, this would be the catalyst for a large-scale argument, but there was nothing. Not even an eye roll for Jason's old man comment.
“What’s the point? Not like you’ll listen anyway.” Bruce shrugged, ignoring Jason's angry scoff as he stopped the Batmobile. “Here, your safe house.”
Jason blinked at Bruce, looking at him incredulously. “Are you fucking serious? You’re dropping me off at my safe house? Not gonna allow me in the cave anymore?” Jason snarled, not even thinking to question how Bruce knew where his super secret safe house was.
“You said, and I quote, ‘never wanna set foot in this fuck ass cave another day of my undead life’.” Bruce raised an eyebrow, at least it sounded like he did. Hard to tell with the cowl.
“Fuck you!” Jason decidedly does not pout as he gets out of the car and starts storming up to his door.
Bruce rolls down the windows and shouts out a quick ‘love you’ before speeding off into the night.
He won't enable it, but he's not gonna go out of his way to stop them if he's tried once before
Tim’s sitting down at the Batcomputer, mulling over a case that Bruce said to drop several times or at least put a pause in it, cause it's taking its toll on the young detective
When Bruce walks downstairs, Tim’s expecting a confrontation since Bruce had told him to go to sleep at least four times already
But nope
When Bruce noticed Tim looking at him, he simply gave him a greeting grunt before shuffling through his own stack of papers
“I know you said to go to bed, but I’m almost done! I swear!” Tim pressed his back firmly against the swivel chair, waiting…
“Mhmm…” Bruce hummed, barely listening. “Sleep, don’t sleep. Whatever.” Bruce takes another sip of his tea before placing it beside Tim, grabbing a folder full of paper, and pressing a kiss to Tim’s forehead. “Have fun, love you.”
Damian’s angry at him for something perfectly normal to be angry about, whether it’s regular teen stuff or vigilante stuff? Agree with him
While he’s threatening to stay a week at Dick’s place or even the Kent farm, Bruce is packing a bag for him
He nods and hums along absentmindedly as Damian rants that he can’t stand being in the Manor. Nothing he hasn’t heard a million times before from his children and other non-children
“What are you doing?” Damian questioned, finally stopping his rant to actually pay attention to what his father’s doing
“You said you needed a break from me, right?” Bruce grinned, actually okay with the house being quiet for a few days. “You’ve been dying to hang out with Jon more, go on.”
Jon, who was listening in just like his father always is, was already floating outside with the biggest and brightest smile on his face
“Have fun, kiddos. Love you!” Bruce called out, ignoring Damian’s sputtering as he shut the manor door behind him
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hello my fellow Horror And Houses fans.... i have come to recommend the book "horror in architecture" and its sequel "horror in architecture; the reanimated edition" by joshua comaroff and ong ker-shing to you all. ive been reading horror in architecture for the past couple days and it is excellent
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Idk they’re at the beach or smth
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