jacksjargon

[jacksjargon]

Sometimes love is finally getting the courage to give flowers to the girl you like, because you found them growing in the meadows and they reminded you of her, wild and beautiful and free

Sometimes love is choosing to smell oniony for the day rather than telling the boy you like that you recognise the flowers he's picked for you

[jacksjargon]

when some random guy has a blorbo opinion i disagree with: blocked you will die and no one will remember your name

when my beloved mutual has a blorbo opinion i disagree with: i have never considered this, but perhaps i could be won over... your passion compells me my beloved...

[jacksjargon]

“I don't think smoothies and soda cure concussions.”

“They don't, but they help, right?”

[jacksjargon]

“I don't think smoothies and soda cure concussions.”

“They don't, but they help, right?”

[jacksjargon]

i know i’ve made a post like this before but bruce being jealous of dicks ability to know what the other batkids need and communicate with them is something i will never shut up about.

like bruce has been trying to get tim to go to bed for 15 minutes. and it’s not that tim doesn’t want to go to sleep it’s just that he’s been so hyperfocused on this case all day he NEEDS to finish it.

bruce has been trying and trying tell him he’ll ask alfred to put on some of that sleepy time tea he likes and all that but nothing. tim might as well be ignoring him.

until dick comes down with a cup in hand.

“hey tim, 15 more minutes and then head up stairs. I put your heated blanket on so by that time you’re bed will be nice and cozy and here’s that tea you like,” he places the cup down next to him and ruffles the teen’s hair.

“will do, thanks dick!” tim smiles at him and then tries to flatten his hair before going back to his work.

at first bruce thought tim was also going to ignore dick but sure as hell 15 minutes later he gets up and heads to bed.

with damian it’s worse. dick and damian have this understanding of each other like it’s language that no one else speaks.

they’re arguing about school again.

damian will say that he doesn’t need to go, that he knows everything already and bruce will say you have to go because i said so. bruce knows it’s not because damian wants to be defiant, he knows the kid gets overwhelmed and stressed at school sometimes but they have this argument about once a month.

dick eventually steps forward, crouching down to damian’s level.

“hey dames, i know you don’t want to go but we do unfortunately have a family image to uphold. how about you give today a go and if at ANY point you want to leave i’ll come get you. I’ll even wait in the parking lot for 30 minutes after i drop you off if you change your mind.” dick smiles at damian and pats his shoulders.

“And if you make it through the whole day i’ll take you to that art supply shop and you can get whatever you want!”

damian mulls over the words as if weighing his options before eventually agreeing and heading out to dicks car.

“you know you can’t just bribe him everyday,” bruce says.

dick turns to him, a stern look on his face.

“it’s not about the bribe, it’s about knowing that someone will be there to get him if he feels unsafe,” is all he says before he heads out too.

[jacksjargon]

i know i’ve made a post like this before but bruce being jealous of dicks ability to know what the other batkids need and communicate with them is something i will never shut up about.

like bruce has been trying to get tim to go to bed for 15 minutes. and it’s not that tim doesn’t want to go to sleep it’s just that he’s been so hyperfocused on this case all day he NEEDS to finish it.

bruce has been trying and trying tell him he’ll ask alfred to put on some of that sleepy time tea he likes and all that but nothing. tim might as well be ignoring him.

until dick comes down with a cup in hand.

“hey tim, 15 more minutes and then head up stairs. I put your heated blanket on so by that time you’re bed will be nice and cozy and here’s that tea you like,” he places the cup down next to him and ruffles the teen’s hair.

“will do, thanks dick!” tim smiles at him and then tries to flatten his hair before going back to his work.

at first bruce thought tim was also going to ignore dick but sure as hell 15 minutes later he gets up and heads to bed.

with damian it’s worse. dick and damian have this understanding of each other like it’s language that no one else speaks.

they’re arguing about school again.

damian will say that he doesn’t need to go, that he knows everything already and bruce will say you have to go because i said so. bruce knows it’s not because damian wants to be defiant, he knows the kid gets overwhelmed and stressed at school sometimes but they have this argument about once a month.

dick eventually steps forward, crouching down to damian’s level.

“hey dames, i know you don’t want to go but we do unfortunately have a family image to uphold. how about you give today a go and if at ANY point you want to leave i’ll come get you. I’ll even wait in the parking lot for 30 minutes after i drop you off if you change your mind.” dick smiles at damian and pats his shoulders.

“And if you make it through the whole day i’ll take you to that art supply shop and you can get whatever you want!”

damian mulls over the words as if weighing his options before eventually agreeing and heading out to dicks car.

“you know you can’t just bribe him everyday,” bruce says.

dick turns to him, a stern look on his face.

“it’s not about the bribe, it’s about knowing that someone will be there to get him if he feels unsafe,” is all he says before he heads out too.

[jacksjargon]

i know i’ve made a post like this before but bruce being jealous of dicks ability to know what the other batkids need and communicate with them is something i will never shut up about.

like bruce has been trying to get tim to go to bed for 15 minutes. and it’s not that tim doesn’t want to go to sleep it’s just that he’s been so hyperfocused on this case all day he NEEDS to finish it.

bruce has been trying and trying tell him he’ll ask alfred to put on some of that sleepy time tea he likes and all that but nothing. tim might as well be ignoring him.

until dick comes down with a cup in hand.

“hey tim, 15 more minutes and then head up stairs. I put your heated blanket on so by that time you’re bed will be nice and cozy and here’s that tea you like,” he places the cup down next to him and ruffles the teen’s hair.

“will do, thanks dick!” tim smiles at him and then tries to flatten his hair before going back to his work.

at first bruce thought tim was also going to ignore dick but sure as hell 15 minutes later he gets up and heads to bed.

with damian it’s worse. dick and damian have this understanding of each other like it’s language that no one else speaks.

they’re arguing about school again.

damian will say that he doesn’t need to go, that he knows everything already and bruce will say you have to go because i said so. bruce knows it’s not because damian wants to be defiant, he knows the kid gets overwhelmed and stressed at school sometimes but they have this argument about once a month.

dick eventually steps forward, crouching down to damian’s level.

“hey dames, i know you don’t want to go but we do unfortunately have a family image to uphold. how about you give today a go and if at ANY point you want to leave i’ll come get you. I’ll even wait in the parking lot for 30 minutes after i drop you off if you change your mind.” dick smiles at damian and pats his shoulders.

“And if you make it through the whole day i’ll take you to that art supply shop and you can get whatever you want!”

damian mulls over the words as if weighing his options before eventually agreeing and heading out to dicks car.

“you know you can’t just bribe him everyday,” bruce says.

dick turns to him, a stern look on his face.

“it’s not about the bribe, it’s about knowing that someone will be there to get him if he feels unsafe,” is all he says before he heads out too.

[jacksjargon]

Every time someone draws Diana shorter than Bruce 30 people fucking die.

[jacksjargon]

i don't like the idea that if batman kills once, he'd never stop. personally i believe that if bruce killed someone he'd literally just kill himself. like that's it. one murder and he's got the same gun to his head that killed his parents. "if i allow myself to go down into that place i'll never come back" yeah because he'd be dead.

[jacksjargon]

Do y'all ever read a fic so good that it makes you want to elevate your own craft and also befriend the writer? It's almost like, "Hi! You write so well that you've inspired me to embark on a creative training arc. Also, can I yell about the character in your dms because you get it?"

[jacksjargon]

Fanfiction writers be like:

"here's the immensely time consuming 100K word novel-length passion project I'm working on between my real life job and family! It eats up hundreds of hours of my one and only life, causes me emotional harm, and I gain basically nothing from it! Also I put it on the internet for free so anyone can read if they want. Hope you love it!" :)

[jacksjargon]

"If you use em dash in your works, it makes them look AI generated. No real human uses em dash."

Imaging thinking actual human writers are Not Real because they use... professional writing in their works.

Imagine thinking millions of people who have been using em dash way before AI becomes a thing are all robots.

REBLOG IF YOU'RE A HUMAN AND YOU USE EM DASH

[jacksjargon]

Babe, wake up, new ao3 writer assumption just dropped.

[jacksjargon]

dean, age 26, someone mentioning he looks so much like his father. he puffs his chest out, flips up the collar of his hand-me-down leather jacket and smiles.

dean, age 46, mary mentioning how he looks so much like his father. and there's a pit in his stomach and a knot in his chest and he wants to throw up and he doesn't know why.

[jacksjargon]

dean, age 26, someone mentioning he looks so much like his father. he puffs his chest out, flips up the collar of his hand-me-down leather jacket and smiles.

dean, age 46, mary mentioning how he looks so much like his father. and there's a pit in his stomach and a knot in his chest and he wants to throw up and he doesn't know why.

[jacksjargon]

dean, age 26, someone mentioning he looks so much like his father. he puffs his chest out, flips up the collar of his hand-me-down leather jacket and smiles.

dean, age 46, mary mentioning how he looks so much like his father. and there's a pit in his stomach and a knot in his chest and he wants to throw up and he doesn't know why.

[jacksjargon]

dean, age 26, someone mentioning he looks so much like his father. he puffs his chest out, flips up the collar of his hand-me-down leather jacket and smiles.

dean, age 46, mary mentioning how he looks so much like his father. and there's a pit in his stomach and a knot in his chest and he wants to throw up and he doesn't know why.