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I wrote a thing! Happy birthday Tim, have some focus on your mental health spiralling then building back up

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Reviving this again after ages. Sorry I dropped off I was getting harassed over ships and got sick of reports going nowhere.

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How to talk to children

This is based on decades of experience as an uncle and as an older brother.

Never forget that children are just as much people as adults are.

Kids 10 years or younger (and sometimes older than that) don’t get sarcasm or irony, so don’t use them.

If a child has difficulty pronouncing a word, don’t copy their misprounciation when speaking to them. They can hear the word just fine. It could sound to them like you’re making fun of them.

(Yes, this means no babytalk)

Don’t be dismissive.

Listen to what they’re saying.

To get on the same eye-level, don’t bend over or squat: it seems condescending. Kneeling or sitting are better.

It should go without saying that you should respect children’s body autonomy. Don’t force affection on them.

Respect children’s emotional autonomy as well. Let them be angry. Let them be sad. Don’t force them to be happy.

Let children like things. Don’t run down the things they like just because you find them cringy.

Don’t think that you know better.

To children, adults are giants. Be a big friendly giant.

Don’t stifle children’s curiosity.

Don’t stifle children’s enthusiasm.

To quote Sondheim, “Be careful the words you say, children will listen.”

Don’t look down on children.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/26765800

A kinkmeme fill I did for Kinktober, ft Tam and Steph putting Tim on his knees between them. D/s, polyamorous threesome.

Explicit content, not for minors. Read at your own risk

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Hanging Loose

For Whumptober 2020 Day 1: LET’S HANG OUT SOMETIME

Waking Up Restrained | Shackled | Hanging

I decided to do 500-word drabbles for whumptober this year as a challenge to myself. Hope y’all enjoy!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26762623

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Dick wakes to the all-too-familiar feeling of blood rushing to his head, and cold, hard metal on his wrists and ankles. And on top of that, the tranquilizer that took him down had yet to leave his system. Lovely.

He hears rustling in front of him, and opens his eyes, knowing the domino’s lenses will conceal the movement. And then vaguely wishes he hadn’t. Because dammit, Lady Vic was not someone he wanted anywhere near him when he was incapacitated.

“I know you’re awake, Nightwing,” the assassin says, her voice posh as ever and cold as liquid nitrogen.

Well then. No use pretending to still be conked out, time to learn why she bothered going for the capture over the kill. Hopefully he can undo his restraints before she takes further steps to injure him.

“Aww, you went to all this trouble for me?” He croons, tilting his head to the side and grinning widely. “And here I thought you hated live capture bounties.”

“For this, I’ll make an exception,” she responds. “I’m getting paid a sizable fortune for bringing you in alive and intact. A shame they insisted on that last part.” She caresses the hilt on her favorite knife. “I’d enjoy carving you open after all the trouble you’ve caused me.”

“Flattering. Who is so interested in little old me that they’d pay you enough to not hack me up like a dinner roast?”

“Now why in the world would I tell you that? You’ll find out soon enough, and I’ll get my paycheck.”

“It’s all about the money with you, as always. Can’t you loosen up a bit, have some fun for once? Hang loose?” Dick waggles his eyebrows blatantly beneath the mask.

That gets him a vicious kick in the gut, and he has to hold down his gorge. The way it sends him swinging back and forth certainly doesn’t help, either.

“Enough out of you,” she hisses. “The buyer will be here soon enough, and that should be the last I have to hear your useless quips.”

Kick in the gut aside, it’s nice to know that his charming personality is working so well as a distraction. With a quiet click, he finishes picking the handcuffs open one-handed. Impressively tricky. They took him a whole minute and a half to undo.

The assassin’s phone rings, and she turns towards the doorway, taking her eyes off of him. Bingo!

Dick carefully twists his wrists so as to not drop the now-unlatched cuffs on the floor and alert his captor that he’s halfway loose. Then he takes a deep breath, tightens his core, and swings up to quietly climb the chain toward the ceiling.

Unfortunately, she turns around and starts firing the tranq gun again, and he barely manages to miss a dart to the thigh. Dick makes it into the rafters without getting hit, but his core is complaining after that nasty kick and he’s still a bit lightheaded.

“You’re not getting away, Nightwing!”

Well, fuck.

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The thing with Jaytim and a lot of cats

This is a not! fic campfire I did on a discord server that I’m porting over here, I hope y’all enjoy the fluff. @inkyubus and @salazarastark helped a bit towards the end

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Okay. Tim is canonically a cat person and it has annoyed the hell out of me that Tim never got pets but Damian gets a menagerie, so I always give him a cat when given the opportunity by plot

Tim finds a pregnant kitty on his fire escape, and takes her in. He’s calling on Selina and googling everything he can after processing that oh right this is going to be a big change, and goes out to the pet store incognito to grab supplies

But he’s at the Crime Alley theater house apartment so Jason is out doing an early evening patrol, spots him, and gets curious. What’s he doing around here in civvies?

Jason tails him to the nearest pet shop, and back to his house, where he spots him playing with soon-to-be mama cat. He wants to be mad that Tim’s in *his* territory, clearly living here, but it’s hard to get too pissed when he’s giving a happy kitty belly rubs and smiling like that.

Jason’s seen him do confident Robin grin, dangerous “I’m gonna fuck you up” battle smirk, calming civilians smile, even polite Wayne heir curve of the lips. But smiling joyfully like this, eyes uncovered, clearly laughing a little as the cat demands treats? Something goes warm in his chest

Meanwhile Tim is feeling tired and stressed bc his life is a busy exhausting and traumatizing mess lately but it’s hard to think about the bad stuff when he has mama cat and her litter to think about. She’s clearly been a pet before and is so friendly and cuddly that it breaks his heart to think someone abandoned her. He gets her to the vet to check for a chip and get her looked over, and when there’s no chip that cements his decision that fuck it, he’s keeping her

He totally names her Arwen bc there is no way in hell a kid that was a DM for DC’s D&D equivalent isn’t a fan of LoTR. Arwen has to get mites and fleas removed but once she’s flea free she’s sharing his bed

Jason. Is still keeping an eye on him, subtly. Staying out of range of Tim’s security systems and Babs’s cameras and telling himself it’s all because he can’t just let the Pretender go unsupervised in his turf. And sure that’s part of it. But Tim’s actually pretty good about sticking to patrolling his own territory and that helps somewhat

And well. Jason regrets what went down during that mess after Bruce died. Was kinda shitty of him to repay Tim letting him out of jail by stabbing him in the chest and all. He’s a big awkward goober dealing with some guilt now that he’s more settled, so he has trouble figuring out how he should approach Tim and let him know that Jason is aware that he’s holing up in Crime Alley

He’s gotta do something eventually, right? Ah well. Can’t hurt to just. Watch him, every now and then. See him through the windows being a goofy new cat dad and a disaster of a teenage vigilante

(Jason, honey, things really have come full circle)

Eventually things get set in motion. LoS assassins attack Tim’s apartment, Arwen runs away bc scared kitty, Jason jumps in to help fight the assassins and then they go track down the poor baby. And some bonding and pining bc Jason is developing such a crush and also hot damn Tim fighting and winning is a sight to see

Tim is understandably wary about Jason but willing to give him the benefit of the doubt when he’s being helpful and even offering to assist him in finding Arwen. She’s due to give birth soon!

(It’s been about a month now and she was already about midway through when Tim first found her. Domestic cats are pregnant around 57-65 days, so around two months)

They end up running around asking the ladies of the night and various others if they’ve seen a pregnant long-haired tabby cat. Eventually they go back to Tim’s apartment as dawn is breaking, only to find Arwen is on his fire escape again and in labor

They get her inside, clean up, and Tim sets her down in his bathtub, petting her soothingly and fussing over her. Jason is still helping out and he just goes with it, gratefully accepting a can of Zesti and medical supplies

I foster cats irl so I know how this tends to go pretty well. Within an hour of labor starting Arwen will finish pushing out kitten #1 and each of the rest will come around 15-20 minutes apart. She’ll clean them up and eat the placentas, which is gross but perfectly healthy, and soon enough they’ll be nursing from her while she purrs and rests

Tim looked into it and well. He’s been around human deliveries before and this was honestly so much quicker that it was a relief

(He was there when Steph gave birth and has likely helped deliver babies as Robin bc pregnant women can and will go into labor when shocked, like being held hostage or getting hurt in an accident)

He sits back with a sigh and pays his full attention to Jason now. He hasn’t been fully ignoring him persay, still keeping an eye and an ear on him just in case, but he’s been. Surprisingly nice and nothing but helpful, Tim isn’t sure what to think of it. Jason’s staring at the kittens but turns to look at Tim when he notices that the younger vigilante is assessing him

There’s a long moment of increasingly awkward silence as they stare at each other while the newborn kittens are mewling and Arwen’s drifting off to sleep. Jason is the one that finally breaks the tension, rubbing the back of his neck and looking back at the kitties.

“So. Pretty cute cats you got here”

Jay immediately cringes inside because yeah, it’s true that the cats are cute as heck, but c’mon Todd address the scenario

Here’s inky’s contributions:

"yeah real cute when they're covered in blood and placenta" tim retorts and then wants to smack himself.

"it's ok. they're still adorable through the bodily fluids," jason's smile is so fond when he looks down at the kittens tucked tight into the curve of arwen's body that tim thinks he must be dreaming

he's never seen jason with an expression even close to fond or happy since he came back. jason is stroking arwen's tail with just the tip of a finger, smoothing down the crooked fur.

(Back to me again)

He hasn’t seen him look so happy since he was. Since he was Robin, and Tim was just a fanboy with a camera

(Inky)

"you like cats?" the question breaks jason out of his reverie.

"they were just always around. alley cats are cranky fucks, but city strays are never that afraid of humans. they'd come around and beg for scraps until someone chased them off."

tim hummed, scritching arwen between the ears. "you were pretty good with her just now."

there was a tiny flush on jason's cheeks. "might have invited one in for a few days when no one was home. chased her off before she could get too attached."

(Me)

“I always wanted a cat, but my parents hated them and Alfred said no. I found Arwen on my fire escape hiding from a stray dog and I just had to take her inside”

Eventually Tim offers Jason a cup of tea and Jason asks about the cats more. Arwen’s name comes up and leads into a talk about Lord of the Rings, bc they both read the series and loved it. And a debate comes up over something they saw differently but it’s still friendly

Maybe Tim liked the movies’ take better than Jason did and they argue the merits vs flaws of the adaption. But they both agree that the Hobbit movies are way less faithful to the book

By the time they’re done with the tea and their conversation the sun is up and Jason ducks out to go home, feeling butterflies in his stomach at the memory of Tim smiling and laughing at him. Tim is reminded why he used to have a crush, but still very watchful bc he thought things were getting better before BftC happened

He goes to sleep and wakes up to Arwen balefully glaring at him bc her breakfast is late

Tim got injured during the LoS fight and aggravated it while looking for his poor kitty, so in the end he’s not really up for patrol that night. He stays in his apartment and alternates between looking over case files on his laptop and checking on Arwen and her babies. He lets Oracle know he’s off rotation for the night and to let Cass patrol his territory bc she’s visiting, and settles in to do some hacking to find out why Ra’s sent the assassins last night and talking with Lonnie about Unternet developments

He’s in the middle of hacking a phone’s datastream to find footage taken by a teenager that noticed skulking shadows outside the windows when there’s a knock on his window, and he checks his security system expecting one of the Bats to have gotten past his sensors. It’s Jason out on the fire escape with a couple of bags in hand. Tim is confused, but decides to roll with it again. He’s just hoping that the duffle isn’t full of heads

Turns out Jason went looking and found the League’s newest base in Gotham, liberating some paper files, a couple choice weapons, several USB drives, and a laptop that had belonged to the squad leader. He offers to let Tim work with him on this because he wants “those sycophantic assassins out of my territory dammit” and obviously Tim’s involved anyway

They both check on the kittens every now and then. They’re still too little to be doing much but nursing, sleeping, and crying, but god are they precious. And Arwen is a tired but proud mama cat

Now let’s see...Arwen’s a long-haired brown tabby with green eyes (not at all based on my baby Zelda, of course *shhh*). The kittens will be named after the Hobbits—Frodo the black kitten with big blue eyes, Sam the ginger tabby, Merry is white with golden patches, and Pippin is the tiny little tabby runt that mewls loudest

At one point Jason picks them all up and makes a joke while carrying the four of them that they're taking the hobbits to Isengard. It makes Tim snort and then wince bc the injury that kept him in was to his ribs

Tim gets sick. Not like immediately but a couple days to a week or two in, and Jason ends up playing rough but sweet nurse while Tim tries to hide that he’s ill from the Bats. Maybe the ribs issue leads to him getting a cold that nearly turns nasty bc no spleen plus two incidents of death plague and numerous other things mean his immune system’s wonky

Tim’s a stubborn little shit who won’t stay in bed unless Jason picks up Arwen and the babies to put them on the bed with him. He’s not cruel enough to move the babies when they’re sleeping on him, is he? But he can still glare at Jason

Jason might sneak a few pictures. For blackmail, he tells himself. Sure Jason, we believe you. It’s certainly not because it’s adorable and makes you get the warm fuzzies

It feels significantly less adorable when Tim pukes in the trash can and drips snot everywhere but the bedhead and flushed face and some semi-coherent feverish babbling about Star Trek and ornithology helps

Jason remembers Alfred’s cooking lessons and puts them to use, Tim lets out an obscene moan when he starts eating the soup that makes Jason choke on his own spit like a dork

“Did you get this from Alfred? It tastes just like his!”

��Yeah, he taught me how to cook, before...y’know.” Jason is very proud of himself for remembering it correctly, if a bit sad that he hasn’t spoken to Alfred since before he died

“Oh.” Tim blinks owlishly at him, unsure how to respond. “Well. You did a way better job than I would have.”

Arwen chooses that moment to demand attention, meowing stridently and rubbing her face against his hand until he goes along with it and scratches lightly under her chin

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And that’s all, folks. Will eventually turn this into a proper fic and give it an ending, but I hope y’all enjoy it as is for the moment

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Cheiloproclitic

Cheiloproclitic- Being attracted to someone’s lips

Lavi watched as Lenalee talked to Allen about something mundane, his single emerald eye focused intently on her mouth. It was elegantly shaped, small but full-lipped in a perfect Cupid’s bow, and the exact shade of the petals of a Leveson Gower rose- a pale, luscious orange-pink. Their vibrant color stood out against the creamy gold of her eastern skin, the forest-tinted ebony silk of her hair, and her beautiful, slightly slanted violet eyes.

He remembered the time he wandered off at a noble family’s tea party four years before and came across a bush adorned with those very same roses. He had plucked one and allowed it to rest in his palm as he observed the lay of the petals, before bringing it to his face so that he could take note of the scent. He could perfectly recall the subtly sweet fragrance emitted from the blossom, the velveteen softness of the delicate petals beneath his fingertips, and he idly wondered if her lips were just as soft.

Right now, that enticing mouth was pursed in a small pout of frustration as she listened to Allen grumble irritably about his latest session of swordplay training with Kanda. Quite predictably, the hour-long lesson had ended in a childish wrestling match, several shocked finders, a broken training sword, and a barrage of insults that would make a sailor blush.

Lenalee was obviously disappointed that her childhood friend was still continuing to be so hostile towards Allen, though Lavi privately thought that Kanda was really just acting like a young boy- picking fights with his interest because he was too dense to realize that it wasn’t exactly the proper way to win Allen’s heart.

Any other time, he would make an obscure joke about married couples and bickering, then laugh at Allen’s sputtering reaction before fleeing from a furious Kanda, who would be attempting to fillet him with Mugen. However, this was different, and he couldn’t bring himself to care about the change in his routine, not when Lenalee was just across the table from him with her beautiful features and that tempting mouth, still worked into a pout.

At the moment, he wanted nothing more than to gently rub his thumb over her lips to smooth them once again before leaning in to press his own lips to hers and feel, taste- He caught himself and halted that train of thought, shaking his head slightly as he averted his gaze. After all, no matter how beautiful Lenalee was, he had no right to touch her, much less kiss her.

He was a Bookman after all, and such pleasurable experiences would only lead to attachment, he firmly thought to himself. He ignored the taunting voice in his mind that whispered of how he was already attached, and that he was only being a fool by daring to care about mere ink. Even so, a part of him still ached to know if her lips were as soft and sweet as he imagined.

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Growth

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Thesis: the rise of fanwank and anti culture correlates directly with diminished understanding of what “romantic”, in a literary sense, actually means.

It doesn’t mean “this is ideal or healthy or even realistic”. It means “this is beautiful, this is tragic, this is grotesque, this stirs emotion”, even if it’s not, as @starryroom puts it, something you would be comfortable seeing play out in front of you at Taco Bell. It’s about grandiosity and mythology and heroism writ large. It’s about playing with the id, as beautiful and terrible as it can be. 

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Some of the best writing advice I ever got was if you’re stuck on a scene or a line, the problem is actually about 10 lines back and that’s saved me from writer’s block so many times.

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(Here you go @exiled-one I hope it cheers you up!)

Jason: “We’re not going to swoop in and save you, we’re already here and fucking with his transports. Can you get yourself over here or do I need to cause a distraction?”

Tim: “Oh thank god. I already got out of the chains and I’ve got hold of a comm and a computer. I’m going to inflict the dumbest meme song I can find on the entire League of Assassins.”

Duke: “Sounds legit, dude.”

Jason: “Why not Salt and Pepper Diner them?”

Tim: “Even better!”

*thirty minutes later*

The Benny Hill theme is playing on loop, randomly interspersed with Weapon of Choice by Fatboy Slim, Teenagers by MCR, the Care Bears animated theme, and I’ve Got a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts from Monty Python.

Ra’s is fuming as he looks at the computer screen in front of him, which is displaying a customized meme made from one of his mugshots. There are unconscious assassins scattered around, and several of the guards were pantsed by vidictive Batkids before being knocked out.

Ra’s: “Next time my hospitality will include keeping the young Detective sedated.”

Batkids Groupchat log #479887

Jason: So Tim’s staying with his sugar daddy for a few days

Duke: wtf Tim has a sugar daddy????

Tim: Fuck you Jason.

Tim: Duke, that’s his way of saying that I’ve been kidnapped by Ra’s al Ghul.

Duke: Ra’s al Ghul is your sugar daddy????

Tim: NO!!! Goddammit, no one is my sugar daddy! I’m being held hostage! Help me break out of here!

Duke: Nah man I’m not gonna get involved in your drama with your sugar daddy

Jason: same

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“All that talk about the power of friendship,” the antagonist murmured, as they circled the protagonist. “And it never even occurred to you that perhaps your enemies might have friends too, did it? How arrogant a thing, you are…”

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*pulls up to the fanfic drive-thru window* uh yeah, i’ll take a fake relationship with a side of mutual pining and thinking the other isn’t interested, thanks

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It’s important to recognize the difference between “I’m nitpicking scientific facts because I’m willfully ignoring how suspension of disbelief, fantasy, and sci-fi work and just trying to be obnoxious about how unrealistic this is”, and “I’m nitpicking scientific facts because there are actually some intriguing worldbuilding possibilities if we use them that can add another dimension to the story”, and “I’m nitpicking scientific facts because considering the real-world implications of how this would happen are FUCKING HILARIOUS”

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“Shh, it’s alright,” the villain said. “You’re doing beautifully and I’m so proud of you. But that’s enough now. It was cruel of them to make you fight me - you could never have won. It’s not your fault.”

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writers: how are we gonna top ourselves! we got tons of exciting stuff in store!! at least eleven big bads this season!!!! whos gonna survive who won’t????!! 3 love triangles and 2 quadrangles!!!! 

me: I’ll Pay You 5$ To Let The Characters Just Simply Talk To Each Other For Once