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on my hands and knees rn, if you give us a Jason hugging Damian I think we will have achieved world peace

Neither of us are innocent, kid.

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Wip | panel redraw

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"jason never wore pants as robin" WRONG he actually has a really silly-looking bright yellow winter costume that he shows up in One time ever. which is even funnier

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the babies (dick grayson & bruce wayne) (please don't flop this took a stupid amount of time) (i used a different pen and im not a fan switch back to my bae 😒) (i looove dick grayson as robin)

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april 27th

In Wayne Manor there is a room unlike any of the other. It is not the Batcave, with all of its wonderful and physics-defying technology. It is not the study with its auspicious clock. It is not the library with its hundred of rare and mysterious tomes. It is a room in the family wing, two doors down from the master bedroom.

This room is so special because it exists outside of time. In that room, it is always the morning of April 27th, just before dawn.

A small pile of dirty clothes is haphazardly tossed in a hamper next to the armoire. Drafts of half-written essays are scattered over the desk. A long-dead iPod is tucked between the pages of a lovingly annotated copy of Pride and Prejudice. A red hoodie is draped over the back of the desk chair, its pocket still holding a Batarang, a learner's permit, and a pencil.

In the center of the room, on the dusty floor, is a shattered picture frame.

If you were to look past the broken glass and the smallest blood stain, you would see a torn picture of a teenage boy standing between two men in suits. The boy was grinning like he'd won the lottery- crooked teeth on full display and blue eyes sparkling. The man on the right looks proud, also beaming at the camera with his hand clasping the boy's shoulder. The man on the left has his hands behind his back, the smallest smile pulling wrinkles into life on his face. The three looked like their lives had never been better; stood on the steps in front of a courthouse with the boy holding a freshly notarized certificate.

Perhaps that is why the frame was shattered.

Perhaps, on April 27th, in the early hours of the morning, Bruce Wayne knocked on the heavy mahogany door, regretful and wanting to make amends. But when he heard no response, he pushed the door open. Maybe when he saw the picture tossed to the ground, he panicked and dropped to his knees, slicing his fingers open on the glass in his haste to read the note that had been tossed onto the wreckage. The note crumbled in his hands as he raced out, slamming the door behind him.

The room remains untouched from that moment on, except on the 27th of April. Every year, a nightmare will rip Bruce Wayne from his fragile slumber, and he will tear through the manor in a blind panic, throwing the door open with the name Jason on his tongue.

Every year, he is greeted with the room that time forgot, and he falls apart.

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I’m a normal amount obsessed with them.

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OMG I WAS ALWAYS SO CURIOUS ABOUT WHERE THIS CAME FROM AND NOW I KNOW???

Everybody say thank you op for imparting this wisdom onto us🙏🏻

do you know where "no beta we die like x" comes from and how it is used?

The term "beta" in this context is short for "beta reader" - a person who reads a fic while it's still in the editing stage and helps the writer get it ready to post. Some betas check grammar. Some check canon compliance. Some are sensitivity readers. There are lots of things that betas can do.

So functionally, saying "no beta" means that the writer didn't get this checked by a second person before they posted it. It's a warning that there might be errors or typos etc. It's mostly used when an author has written something quickly and is posting without doing a lot of (or any) edits first.

As for where it comes from? It all started with a bumper sticker.

This image was an internet meme at one point, and it got meme'd on in the form of "no ___ we ___ like men"

Here on tumblr, one of the versions that got really popular was from now-deleted user @grec1a who created this version:

From there, it migrated to AO3 as the "no beta we die like men" tag, and very often the word men is replaced by the name of a character who dies in canon.

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Reverse robins - 1/? The first meeting.

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I'm a Jason Todd defender till I die. If he has 100 fans I'm one, if he has 10 I'm one, if he has one it's me, and if he has zero IM FUCKING DEAD.

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IS NO ONE GONNA TALK ABOUT THE FACT THAT THE FLASH JUST FUCKING DISAPPEARED TODAY??? LIKE I LITERALLY MOVED OUT OF GOTHAM TO BE SAFER IN CENTRAL CITY AND THIS MF JUST VANISHES WTFFFF???

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It’s been one month since I created this blog.

Quite honestly, I don’t know where I was going with this, just thought I should say something.

Wait, no. I’m actually so happy to have some place where I can talk about things I’m obsessed with at the moment.

So, uh…

Happy one month, I guess!

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Ugh I wanna get back to focusing on my wips but im so anxious about my uni exams hdjskslsklasllalsk

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performing at the circus, Dick was quite used to crowds, interacting with many people and cameras flashing to take photos of his moves. as a young, brilliant performer, kids would ask for his autograph because they were impressed by the things he could do.

Dick was a young star, born to be in the spotlight. then he lose his parents and he didn't think he was much of a star anymore.

so when Bruce first told him about attending the Wayne gala, Dick was hesitant. he could not really compare the circus, where he was comfortable and free, with a grand celebration full of pretentious, rich people and loads of paparazzis and reporters.

eventually, young Dick got used to it. he pretended, just like Bruce. he sometimes invited Wally or Roy, and it became easier for Dick.

for young Jason, it was harder. Jason only mostly interacted with the kids in the streets. sure, he had few interactions. but in his case, there were no cameras. no photographs and autographs were asked from him.

even though he did not realize it, Jason was also a young star. he loved the theatre and books. it was his imagination that kept him going with the amount of knowledge and talent he possessed that he wished he could share.

so when Bruce told him about attending the Wayne gala, Jason immediately said no. he didn't want to be in a room with people who would just look down at him and ask him what it was like in the streets. he would rather stay in the Manor, where he could continue with his passion for reading.

nobody could convince Jason to attend the gala except Dick. Dick was the the one who assured him that it was going to be okay. "It's going to be fun, Little Wing. We can laugh about people's poor choice of outfits and you can tell me which food needs more seasoning at the buffet."

so when Jason's appearance was needed after coming back, he didn't want to attend any other galas until Dick comforted and convinced him to.

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million dollar smile

By all accounts, Richard John Grayson was a bubbly child. Lively, ever-smiling, he talked a mile a minute at anyone who would give him a second. He fluttered about under the big top at Haly's with all the joy and energy of a storybook child. He took to the sky with his Daj and Dat, eyes looking out to the crowd—performing as only he could. Then his parents fell.

Suddenly, the smiles never quite reached his eyes; his energy was still there, but it wasn't the same. He didn't soar; hands stretched to the sky, he leaped- eyes fixed on the ground. His jokes weren't cheeky- they were acidic. Now the story didn't end happily ever after; now it ended with Dick Grayson making things right. No matter the cost.

But Bruce tried. He stared into darkened blue eyes that once reflected the happiest summer days and offered a new chance. He took the boy's darkness into his own shadows and handed him a suit made of the sun and everything good. The smiles were real again, painfully so, but there was an awful curl on his lips that made it look more like a snarl. Even so, it worked for a while, but a bandage on a bullet wound never holds.

The darkness crept into his periphery again. Blurred his vision. He kept trying to fly- kept trying to be worthy of his vibrant armor. But Bruce was done trying. He snatched away his salvation- and tossed it to another kid with starry eyes. Dick tried to hate the boy- Jason- the imposter that stole his birthright and legacy in one fell swoop, but his chip-toothed grin stole away into his shadows, and the world wasn't so dark anymore. 

Now, when Robin went flying into the dark, he had a companion in the darkness. More likely to snap than the younger, more ready to make the hard calls. It was his purpose; Nightwing wasn’t meant to be a beacon of light. 

They only ever caught glimpses of him from the shadows.

Just a flash of shiny white teeth before the darkness.

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Tim: wait, you quit smoking?

Jason: I quit smoking when I became Robin.

Tim: Ok,That Is Not True. I've seen you smoke recently, don't gaslight me!

Dick: You didn't really quit smoking when you were Robin Jay, you used to take my cigs sometimes

Duke: wait,, YOU used to smoke??

Dick: Yeah, back when I was Nightwing

Duke: You're /still/ Nightwing ???

Tim: He means back when he was Discowing

Duke: What's discowing???

Jason: The reason I used to smoke.

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I’ve been keeping this in my screenshots for a while… but I don’t think I can keep quiet anymore.

DOES THIS LOOK GINGER OR RED TO YALL????

Who woke up one day and suddenly decided Jason was a red head AND WHY ARE YOU COLOR BLIND GRANT MORRISON???

Look, people are trying to sell this as rose-gold or sum shit, but this ain’t it fam. THIS IS BLOND PURE AND SIMPLE.

Don’t let ‘em writers gaslight you into thinking Jason was originally a red head; if anything, he was blond. Either that, or his post-crisis origins with naturally black hair.

That’s it. That was all. Thank you for coming to another session of me ranting.