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for  jason’s  birthday  he  wants  a  bottle  of  vodka , a  gallon  of  neapolitan  ice  cream , and  to  be  left  the  fuck  alone  thank  you.

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update :           multiple  members  of  the  batfamily  in  critical  condition  after  trying  to  break  into  the  red  hood’s  safe  house  to  throw  him  a  surprise  party . turns  out  jason  todd  does  not  like  surprises.

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IS .... YJ3 OUT ... YET

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idk .. if anyone ... cares or anything ... but i’ve been writing over here  x x  lately.

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godbanes‌:

he  watches  in  awe  as  his  friend  jumps  ,  owning  the  sky  for  just  a  few  seconds.  there  is  beauty  in  bravery  ,  a  beauty  that  icarus  treasures  with  his  whole  heart.  cheerful  scream  comes  as  a  response  ,  free  hand  thrown  in  the  air  as  he  stops  the  recording.    ‘  that  was  beautiful !  ’    and  he  whistles  ,  laughing  as  he  falls  back  ,  pressed  against  the  wall.  he  looks  down  at  his  phone  as  he  replays  the  video  ,  watching  jason’s  jump  ,  soar  and  landing  with  emotion   –   not  worry  ,  but  happiness.  icarus  wishes  he  could  fly  once  more.  he  looks  over  the  edge  ,  arm  reaching  out  between  the  space  of  the  buildings  and  he  sits  up  ,  then  steps  back.    ‘  move !  ’     he  stares  at  the  sky  for  a  few  seconds  as  he  slips  his  phone  back  into  his  pocket  ,  which  he  zips  up  before  beginning  to  run.  just  one  more  time  ,  let  him  fly.   let  him  feel  air  messing  his  curls  ,  let  the  sun  bathe  him  and  let  the  ground  scream  for  him.   he  jumps.     icarus !   don’t  go  higher !    but  he  did.  he  reached  out  for  the  sun.   his  landing  is  poor  ,  knees  hitting  the  ground  harshly  as  he  stumbles  and  falls  onto  the  roof.  he’s  quiet  ,  frozen  on  his  abdomen  ,  grin  wide  on  his  lips  before  he  rolls  on  his  back  and  laughs  ,  covering  his  face  with  scraped  bloody  hands.    ‘  holy  gods.  oh  ,  that  was  fucking  crazy !  shit  ,  my  knee  is  ruined.  ’

they used to call him icarus. sometimes they still do,  an allegedly   endearing term for the boy that burned up before he had the chance to really    fly.     wasn’t that the price of being a robin ?  to fly , you must be willing to fall.  you give up safety of the ground for those wings,  the mundane no longer applies to you.  the mask always came with a price,  but jason had been the first one to pay it.   they call him icarus because he burned,  but now he flies.  a bird set free. adrenaline courses through him like a drug.  he gets lost in the rush.    his cheers spreading across the expanse of the two buildings.   he brings his hands up to shield his eyes from the sun,   bathing over them as a spotlight. for a second, the backdrop of the morning sky was bright and warm despite the winter slowly creeping into the air. he watches his friend soar, like he was born to do it.   jason's whoops cut through the air, pushing him further.  “   fuck,  that was amazing. ”  he offers out his hand,  “  can you stand?  ”

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tag drop

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   “   believe  it  or  not,  i  did  already  know  that.  ”

❝ you’re so charming, you know that ? ❞     // @stoletires

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i  can’t  believe  jason  is  steph’s  sugar  daddy.   @hitbrick

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starsraised·:

“ you say that like it’s a bad thing. ”

“   is  it  even  worth  asking  you  to  stay   behind me ?  ”

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@starsraised     liked

      “  i  don’t  think  that  there’s  someone  coming  to  save  us.  ”

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@nightspride     liked

      “   how  can  we  make  amends  when  we  said  what  we  said ?  ”

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godbanes·:

           ‘   i’ll  buy  you  another  one.   ’      dear  father  won’t  notice  the  dent  in  his  account  ,  long  as  his  college  results  are  perfect  ,  which  has  never  been  a  problem.  icarus  lights  a  cigarette  and  grins  upon  hearing  the  other.  he  almost  jumps  up  to  his  feet  ,  eager  to  follow  behind  the  other  ,  but  the  glow  of  the  sun  makes  him  close  his  eyes   —   don’t  you  dare  come  near  the  edge.      ‘  i’ll  record  you.  hold  on.  ’    he  moves  aside  with  the  cigarette  between  his  lips  ,  the  ground  cold  when  he  moves  further  from  the  edge  and  takes  out  his  phone  ,  opening  the  camera.    ‘  alright.   i’m  prepared  to  record  and  call  911  just  in  case.   go , go !  ’

“  make sure you get my good side. ”    he could do this in his sleep !  his feet smack against the pavement,  cement propelling him forward.  picking up speed, he envisions his strategy.   racing along the side of the building, blind to the fact that any misstep could cost him his life.   hubris takes over, and right before he jumps he gets an idea.   pushing off the edge, he remembers why he loves doing this.  he’s flying.   a bird cutting through the sky, he’s learned to trust the wind beneath his wings.   the air belongs to him,  camera fixed on the boy who was also a bird.   no net,     he dares to dive into a flip.   he didn’t have the altitude to stick the landing. knees skid across the gravel and he comes to a stuttering halt.   he’ll be digging rocks out of his skin for the rest of the day.   regardless,   he jumps to his feet wildfire in his eyes.   his fists cuff around his mouth like a megaphone,   “  tell me you all got that !  ” 

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             lyric starter call ?

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hitbrick‌:

❝ THAT WAS ONE TIME and you swore you wouldn’t mention it again ! ❞

  “    so you’re gonna dress up,  right ?      it’s a costume party.   ”

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  only  like  five  people  went  to  jason’s ...

Dick was so mad when he didn’t find out til /weeks/ after he died

nobody let jason know that dick didn’t go to his funeral

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No Noise November. everyone shut up