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"nobody cares about tim drake--" LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER

I CARE ABOUT TIM DRAKE. I DO. LOOK AT HIM AND TELL ME YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT HIM

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is gobber gay? in httyd 2 he goes “this is why i’ve never married. well this and one other thing” with a smirk, and im just now realizing. is he gay? like what else could be the reason

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Classic bonding with your older brother’s alien girlfriend

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oh okay so hate the queen of spades cause why would you chose a kid…

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i just started watch alice in borderland and in my head i was like, okay well at least i haven’t seen any children. Then episode 5 of season 2 came along.

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How it feels lately 😭

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The one where the team realizes Robin is in fact a real boy

For some reason, the other members of the young justice team never seem to realize that Robin actually has a life outside the vigilante gig. He mostly only ever talks about training in the batcave, new gadgets he’s working on, complaining about Gotham rogues. They sort of forget that there’s a real kid behind the mask.

So it’s kind of like a bucket of water being dumped over their heads when they witness him actually acting like a normal kid.

“You have a test tomorrow,” they hear Batman say, followed immediately by a groan from Robin. “It’s time to go home.”

“Ten more minutes!”

“Not ten more minutes,” Batman says. “Now. Dinner, study, then bed.”

“Can’t I just skip tomorrow?”

“Absolutely not. School is important.”

“Says the drop out.”

“That’s not the same and you know it!” Batman says quickly. “Keep stalling, and your PlayStation gets locked up all weekend.”

“Fine,” Robin whines, stomping towards the zeta tubes.

And the entire Mount Justice is quiet after they leave, the team not quite sure what they just saw.

“Wait,” Wally stutters, his fingers pointing between where Robin and Batman just were and the zeta tubes they disappeared into. “Does that mean - Robin goes to school?”

“I assumed he was like, homeschooled. Or, like,” Artemis stumbles over the words, not quite sure how to explain her thoughts.

“I thought he was a ninja or something,” Conner says.

Kaldur just sort of shakes his head at all of them. He’s apparently the only one who didn’t think their youngest team member was some sort of robot or cryptid. Maybe because the first time he met Robin, he’d been whining to Batman about how his weeknight crime fighting curfew should be extended to 3am, and Batman actually laughed and told him “nice try, but no way.”

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that one malcolm in the middle cold open where they’re getting family photos taken and lois has to yell ‘wheres dewey? dewey! get back here, that’s not your family!’ because when she turns around she sees dewey has just walked into another family’s shot and started posing with these random strangers, but its janet and jack drake at a family photoshoot taking their eyes off their 8yr old son for one second and tim instantly abandoning them to stand within the grouped wayne kids for family photos while jason and dick just kinda eye him weirdly and let it happen because why the fuck not

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Ik Jason was a really good kid. That part matters — a lot. He was smart, driven, probably made honor roll. He loved being Robin. For him, Robin was magic — a chance to help people. He wanted to, and did, do a lot of good.

But I also think it's important to remember he was still a teenager. Teenagers do stupid shit. Jason wasn't an exception to that — and he shouldn't have to be. He made rash decisions, and went against Batman’s moral code in the comics. And so have all the other Robins. The difference is, they got to grow out of it; Jason didn’t.

We flatten Jason’s character when we reduce him to just the "angry Robin," but we’re also flattening him when we swing too far the other way — turning him into a perfect martyr. He was a kid with good intentions, a big heart, and a short fuse.

Jason should be allowed to be complex. He should be allowed to be wrong, to make mistakes, to be reckless and still be good.

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just finished two finals what if i wrote a couple chapters as a sweet treat for myself

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Thinking about the troubled sibling who ends up seeing themselves in some kid and takes them in. Becoming just like their parents whether they realize it or not.

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The Cut That Always Bleeds pt. 2

Part One Link AO3 Link ^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Chapter 2 AHHH!!! Okay to be completely transparent the only reason that this is out so fast is because one, it was already written and two, I couldn't sleep last night so I've been hyper focused on this fic. The chapter's aren't to long right now but Im hoping that as time goes on with some practice I'll be able to work on bringing up my word count. Until then these are gonna be a little short and sweet. I hope you enjoy TW: Mentions of Torture

July 24th 9:07 p.m.

     Katsuki was pissed. These fuckass villains had strapped him to a chair, put huge quirk blocking cuffs on him, and then had the nerve to ask him to join them. They wanted him to be a villain. Their leader said he showed ‘promise’. He said it was in Katsuki’s nature to be a villain. He knew that it was a bunch of bull, so he told them that they could fuck off.

     In response, the lizard bastard told him that he might change his mind once he heard what was going on with his classmate. He didn’t understand at first until he heard the screams, and then smelt the burnt skin smell wafting down the hallway.

     “While your little friend in there has a useful quirk,” The blonde bloodthirsty chick rolls her eyes as she hears her leader speak up, “she’s not exactly the type of person that would naturally turn to villainy. So she needs a little… conditioning.” Katsuki recognized him now, he had been that asshole at the USJ Incident. He was doing quite a bit of monologuing to try and persuade Katsuki to join their little band of amateurs. It was getting annoying.

     “I’ll say this one more time so that your slow ass can understand. We’re training to be heroes, no matter what you try to tell me or her that won’t change. Understand?” He sneered. Apark was strong, he wouldn’t worry about her just yet. She knew about a million quirks and she got herself in this situation anyways. That damned copycat will be fine. 

     Katsuki was wrong. 

Thirty minutes passed and the screams hadn’t ceased. They started off pretty restrained, like she didn’t want to admit that it hurt, the stubborn ass. But as time passed the screams merged into something much more raw. They were full of choked back sobs and curses and begs. All the while these villains sat around the bar casually watching the news, commenting on it as if there weren't blood curdling screams filling the bar. There was a moment when it sounded so bad Katsuki tried to break free of his restraints to get her out. But he couldn’t. He was useless. Weak.

     Three hours. It had been three hours of off and on screams of torture from Apark. He could tell when the villain was taking a break because her screams were quieter, fading into whimpers and pants. Katsuki prayed that she used whatever smarts she got from America and was healing herself. He knew she had at least two healing quirks in her arsenal, but that didn’t make up for the fact that she had been tortured for three hours. In between her screams and cries the leader, Shigaraki, would ask him again, and again, and again if he wanted to join them. His answer was always a crude variation of no. 

     And then there was quiet. The only noise being some reporter on the cheap tv sitting on the counter of the bar, spouting assumptions about their kidnapping. The silence from down the hall sent a shiver up his spine as he thought about the implications of it, of the eerie quiet. As sick as it was, he was relieved when he heard a shout,  followed by a string of English curses he only knew because he thought it'd be funny to learn when he was in middle school. Middle school…that felt so long ago. 

Sure Apark was undoubtedly hurting, but it was much better than the alternative. At least she was alive. A minute later the villain, Dabi he thinks, storms into the lobby.

     “She’s not breaking” Dabi grumbles to Shigaraki, who had sat himself at the bar.

     Katsuki rolls his eyes, he knew she’d never give in. Even though he’s only known her for a short period of time Apark has always been aggravatingly stubborn. “I told you idiots, we’ll never help you.” Katsuki grunts.

     Shigaraki's head snaps over to him and a twisted smile peeks out from the disgusting hand that’s attached to his face, “We’ll see about that.” And then he stood and walked away. Towards Apark. Two minutes later, the screaming starts up again and Katsuki’s stomach twists into a knot. It was different this time, he couldn’t explain it. He clenched his teeth together and squeezed his eyes shut. He had to get them out.

They had given up their plan to him already. They wanted him alive. Good, he could use that. But Apark… there was no indication that she was wanted alive, or if she was necessary for whatever plan they were cooking up. It was an impromptu decision, Mr. Compress had mumbled that a bit earlier, she was not a part of their original plan. So that was an inconvenience. 

He could move more freely once he got out of these restraints if he knew they wouldn’t kill her. But that wasn’t a guarantee, and based on the amount of torture their putting her through, it probably wasn’t a priority either.

Katsuki needed to plan for that. They won’t kill him, but they’d probably have no problem taking Apark’s life. Which means she’s a hostage, a liability. Shit.

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The Cut That Always Bleeds

What happens when four exchange students from America join class 1A?

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This is my first fic so please please please have grace😫🙏

I wanna preface that I have no clue how constant or how good the quality of this will be. I’m very open to feedback actually, I'm begging for it. TBH I just wanted to add my four OCs into this world and I can’t draw so this was the next best thing lol. I don’t want adding them to be too insufferable though lol.

I’ll do my best to do trigger warnings up here. Other than all of that I really hope you enjoy and I pray that i’ll have the motivation to keep writing.

Also, since the characters in this do speak different languages, if a character is speaking in a language that the person the chapter is focusing on does not speak, it will be in bold.

TW:

Torture; Thoughts of Death

Brielle takes three shallow breaths as she lifts her head up from its previous position on the steel table. Some emo-looking villain had been torturing her for what felt like forever, but without any indicator of the time, she didn’t actually know how long he’d been at it. Her arms were littered with third-degree burns and her face… God, her face was destroyed. So much so that she didn’t even feel any pain.

“Now, I think you’ve had enough, and honestly, I'm getting bored. So join us, and I'll stop.” Dabi said as he backed away from the front of the table she was shackled to. “If you don’t, Shigaraki will just take over.”

Brie spat at him as an act of defiance. She knew it was dumb; she knew she should focus on staying alive, but she was well beyond pissed. Just this morning, assuming it’s the same day, she was training to push her quirk to the max. Speed-running different abilities and appearances and testing how much power she could use before she ultimately burnt out. She was supposed to be enjoying a training game called the test of courage. Turns out this test was running a little longer than anyone anticipated. When everyone figured out that the villains were after Bakugou, she thought it would be a good idea to transform into him in order to confuse them.

She was an idiot. They saw right through her trick and decided that she was also a valuable student to kidnap. Apparently, having someone with the ability to copy quirks and appearances was an idea that they could not pass up. So they took both of the teenagers and brought them back to their lair. While most of them focused on strapping the real Bakugou to some metal chair, this guy brought Brie, who had returned to looking like herself out of exhaustion, to a separate room. The room was incredibly dark; there were no windows, just the door they entered from. It was also very empty; the only thing in there was the table she was shackled to and a chair she was strapped onto. The only time she could see anything was when she was being burned.

Okay, here’s the issue, or one of the issues to be accurate, Brielle knew a very limited amount of Japanese. She was an American exchange student along with three others, and while they had learned a small amount of Japanese, she was nowhere near fluent. So not only was she being tortured by the embodiment of a human corpse who used staples for earrings, she hadn’t the slightest idea of what he was saying. All she could gather is that he wanted information, and he would hurt her to get it, but she truly didn’t understand much else.

So she opted to distract him. If she could make him angry, well, angrier, maybe he won’t notice her slowly healing herself with a regenerative quirk she learned from an old middle school teacher. That’s why she spat at him. Every time he stopped, she would slowly heal whatever he had recently burned. But each time she used that quirk, its ability would get weaker and weaker, so she only healed the injuries that, if not fixed right away, would lead to death.

She had to fix her face; it was at least a fourth-degree burn and—

Before she could finish her thought, she was thrown into the wall and trapped between the table and the concrete. A yelp escaped her mouth as she felt something in her torso crack.

“I’m over this.” The villain sneered as he walked away. Maybe she had overdone it, but he was leaving; that’s exactly what she wanted. As soon as he was out of the room, she got to work healing the inner injuries first. She had to heal two cracked ribs and had to regenerate new nerve endings for her entire left side of her face. It was excruciating, and she screamed a little more than she would like to admit. As she remade the nerves, she felt the pain of the burns on her face. She let out a string of curses in English as she finished generating the muscles that were burned off her face.

She was about to generate some skin when the door opened again, blinding her with warm, tinted light.

“So you’ve been healing yourself? Good; that’ll make this interesting.” A man with light blue hair down to his shoulders and horrible-looking skin walked into the room and left the door open. “Dabi says that you won’t speak; maybe if I make it a game, you’ll give me what I want.” He let out a dark chuckle. “I’ll disintegrate a piece of you, and then you’ll heal yourself. You’ll either give in and join us or die.” When he shut the door, all she could do was hear him walk over. She felt him lean against the table, and a shiver went down her spine. She had no idea what he was saying, but there was this sinister tone in his voice that terrified the shit out of her. She involuntarily pressed herself close to the wall as he leaned in close.

He grabbed her right shoulder with all five fingers, and she felt herself collapse. Flakes of flesh and bone fell off her, so she vomited all over the table. Shigaraki let go of her with a chuckle.

“Your turn.”

Brielle couldn’t focus on trying to translate his words; she had to stop the spreading. She was literally falling apart. It took all of her energy to regenerate the right side of her neck, shoulder, and arm. Afterwards, she looked up at Shigaraki. Brielle had never felt so much fear before; she was terrified. The drawbacks for the regeneration quirk she was using were the loss of weight and energy. If she had to do this constantly, she’d soon be in a very dangerous situation. Not to mention she still hadn’t healed the third-degree burns on her arms or the seared-off skin on her face.

It hit her then.

She was definitely going to die. She was going to die in a dark room by herself in Japan at the age of sixteen. Sixteen. She was never going to be a hero. She would never make a difference. She would never set foot in America again. She’d never talk to her sister, Tara, again. She would never see her mother or father again. The pain of that reality was almost on par with the burns on her arms.

Shigaraki didn’t give her much time to mourn, as he grabbed her left shoulder and repeated the process. In the back of her now foggy mind, Brielle prayed that the room was soundproofed and that Bakugou wasn’t enduring a similar kind of pain.

After the fifteenth regeneration, she passed out. She was out of energy, sickly thin, and she was still severely injured.

“Oh boo, no fun…” Shigaraki mumbles standing and leaving the room.