#peak younger sibling energy

[dosa-sambhar]

Wtf 👁️👄👁️ I just watched uncarley's YouTube video about prince harry's memoir 💀 that book is so unhinged and that way she summarizes that book makes it so funny

[byanyan]

if you and byan have adopted one another as familial figures, it may not be the worst idea to put together a little instruction manual (with an included warning label tbh) that you can hand out to anyone who comes over to visit your place, especially those you start to get close to in any capacity. just to make things a little easier on everyone. you know, stuff like:

ㅤ" if you hear someone coming in through the window, don't be alarmed, it's just byan. this is normal. however, if they come in through the front door, something's probably wrong. "

ㅤ" they will try to hotbox the bathroom. do not let them. (be cautious in denying them, they may throw punches) "

ㅤ" approach with caution. they don't get along well with people but you can increase the chances of them being somewhat civil if you bring them snacks. "

ㅤ" they will glare at you through dinner or while we watch movies, i'm sorry. they're jealous and territorial but we're working on it. "

ㅤ" will show up covered in blood. this is normal and they'll take care of it themself. intervening is advised against unless it looks especially serious. "

ㅤ" try not to let anything they say get to you, they have a tendency to lash out. don't back down, they take that as a sign of weakness and will become more aggressive, but don't retaliate too harshly either. they're more sensitive than they'd have you believe. "

[therighthandofvengeance]

Sheridan: can I ask you something? y’know, as a friend?

Ivanova: I have a friend?

Sheridan: never mind, you answered my question.

Ivanova: wait, then what was the question?

Sheridan: “how are you— emotionally, with all the things that are going on?”

Ivanova: did my face not give that away?

[thelastofhyde]

hyde mi amor, book-shelf anon here,

as a latina, the nickname sol was so fucking butterfly inducing i adore it sm

do you envision joel pronouncing it in proper spanish (i fully do either way bc pedrito<3) or with a cute little texan man accent? if u prefer to leave it up to our imagination that's valid too sjksbs

also just saw that ur planning for 12 chapters and 11 drabbles?!?! on the edge of my seat fr

ay mi amor <3 as someone who speaks fluent spanish ( and has grown up in a country where spanish is the primary language ), and absolutely loves pedrito’s acento chileno, i tend to read it with the proper pronunciation.

that being said, i do headcanon that joel has his own little texan twang when he says it. i also headcanon that tommy has perfect pronunciation and used to call joel a gringo for his lil texan spanish <3

[ssaalexblake]

actually no a dw story where the doctor gets over their horror over the whole timeless child thing by reuniting with Brax and realising they can lord being the older sibling over them now. 

[nikossasaki]

#peak older bro younger sis sibling energy

[ambafaerie]

Avengers playing DnD but guys look at Natasha teasing Steve that is peak younger sibling energy to me

[dcxdpdabbles]

Would it be possible to read what happened during Phantom's mating season peak in The Bakery is a Front from Tim's POV? I just think the pure baffled energy that Tim would be radiating from being taken care of so nicely by his hot kidnapper from another dimension would be hilarious. Really the whole kidnapping had to have been a better experience than some of the galas Tim has been forced to attend; at least definitely the best kidnapping he has ever experienced, 10/10 would be kidnapped again.

It happens so fast.

One second he's suffering through Danny's overdose, and the next, the dead body in his arms is leaping over Bruce and trapping Damian in an iron-clad grip.

Jason and Dick react the fastest, but it does nothing to someone who can density shift. Tim can only watch Danny sobs on top of Damian, speaking in a strange dialect. It sounded like cracking ice every time he wailed.

"Unhand me!" Damian grunts snaping a knife into Danny's side. Despite the apparent red spot growing on Danny's shirt, the other man doesn't flatter in his movements in the slightest. He squeezes harder, but it doesn't seem like he's trying to hurt Damian. If anything, it looks like he's...cradling him? Yes, it did in fact, seem like Danny is attempting to cradle Damian like a baby.

What on earth-?

"Shit! Danny put him down!" A new voice shouts. Three women and a man burst into the room. Tim has yet to learn where they come from, but Bruce wastes no time throwing a pair of Batbolas at them. It hits the target on the man and the red hair women, tangling their legs and knocking them off.

The man yelps while the woman grunts, throwing her arms in front of her in an obviously trained reaction. She can't stop herself from falling all the way, but her reflex is nothing to scoff at.

She doesn't seem to care as she shouts at the drug dealer. "Daniel Fenton, you let that boy go right now! Are you listening to me?"

"Danny is not here right now."

Tim jerks his head in his fake boss' direction watching in horror as the man's usual blue starts glowing green, and his dark hair bleeds into white. There is an unnatural glow emanating from under his skin that makes him appear so beautiful Tim loses his train of thought for a moment.

This transformation seems a bit too much to just be a meta-gene activation. Is Danny....not human?

One of the women- who looks like a younger female version of Danny- blasts him with a zap of green from her hand. It reminds him of Starfire, but while his friend's blast is nothing but heat, the green of the girl seems more light than flame.

He drops, unconscious, letting go of Damian. The newcomers relax when the goth-looking one kneels next to him and presses her hands against his neck. Danny appears returns to the human one Tim is used to in another quick blink of an eye. "No pulse!"

"Thank goodness." The red hair, one says, sitting up. It's then that Tim realizes it's Jazz. The one that talked down Jason and the rest of Danny's men not even two weeks ago. So neither left of the siblings left overseas? How had they tricked Babs? "No pulse means he's still in his mating season. Quick we have to get him quarantined again before-"

"You are not going anywhere!" Jason growls, leveling his gun at her. Jazz blinks down the barrel, then raises a brow. It reminds Tim of Alfred when the man found his hidden coffee machine- disgusted, disappointed, but most of all, unimpressed.

His brother sneers. "I want to know what is happening here and I want to know now!"

"Can you not read?" Jazz returns, speaking as if an annoying customer demands a service she can not provide. "I put up signs that clearly said Quarantine do not enter around Danny's house. Why do you think that is? Oh, maybe, it means to leave this area alone."

"You bats are lucky we got here when we did," The man says, trying to twist out his binds. It's not going too well, as a few electric mobiles slip out of his pockets. "The only way to snap the human side of Danny out of his daze is by making him deny his obsession which is something I hate doing."

What?

"I hate hitting him too" The girl with the energy blasts pouts "I makes my stomach turn."

She twists at her waist seconds before Damian's foot swings through the air, where her head was only seconds before. She sidesteps his three other attacks, face twisting into a sneer. "Hey! Back off! We don't share the same obsession!"

"Silence wrench!" Damian sneers, which makes her even angrier.

"Make me, you wannabe pirate!" the girl hisses, and it's then that Tim realizes they may even be the same age. She is doing a masterful job of barely being out of Damian's deadly reach.

"Don't hurt him, Elle!" Jazz shouts, "Things are already complicated enough-"

The goth woman screams as she is suddenly launched into the air, slamming into Bruce and cutting off the redhead. Dick rushes to the now-standing Danny, aiming a barrage of attackers that the man easily slips through. Bruce throws the woman off him, slamming her against the wall and knocking her out in the same action. The man screams as Jason shoots out his kneecaps and Tim-

Tim suddenly finds himself unable to think as large green eyes overtake his vision. Danny's eyes and hair are bleeding in and out of different colors as the man stares at him. "Mate...."

Tim's mouth dries, and his eyes are drinking in the man. He knows he should be doing something, but Tim can't remember what he should be-.

"TIM!" Dick screams, snapping him out of his daze, and....oh, Tim is falling. Danny- or whatever is pretending to be Danny- has pushed him by pressing his hands against his chest and shoving him through a portal.

Danny is watching his drop with a soft smile, that is at odds with Jason appearing at his side with guns blazing.

Tim drops onto a pile of soft snow- or what he thinks is snow. It looks like it, soft like a fresh full pillow, but it's not cold. If anything, it's the perfect temperature to nap in.....he's exhausted. When was the last time Tim slept? He can't remember.

His eyes are getting heavy. His body is going boneless.....he has never been so comfortable in his whole life....is this what it feels like to rest on a cloud...

Tim blinks, around the room trying to fight the urge to give into the darkness, and he notes that he seems to be in a castle made entirely of ice and snow...like Danny's home.....he also appears to be in a tower? The windows are shaped like one.

Tim takes note of the sky being a bright green color which is..odd, but that's all he can think clearly as he finally goes under.

_________________________________________

It feels like he only closes his eyes for a second when Tim is startled awake by a scream of rage. Jerking away, he sits up, trying to gather his bearings. He needs to find out where he is and where his gear is.

Tim pulls on the crotcheted sweater he's been stuffed into, breathing a sigh of relief when he realizes his Red Robin outfit is still on underneath. He climbs out of the bed made entirely of snow, flickering his eyes about.

He's covered head to toe in other crotchety objects- pants, sweater, socks, gloves, a scarf, and a hat- all big enough to fit comfortably against him and his vigilante costume. Raising a hand to his face, he touches the smooth leather of his trusted mask.

Right. Danny let him keep his secret identity intake. That's... something.

He glances around his surroundings again, this time for sure, that his in some type of castle covered in ice. It's beautiful, like something out of a Disney movie with shiny crystal frozen designs everywhere. He carefully makes his way to the window, looking out into a far darker green of a sky.

He squints into the distance seeing acres and acres of a vast castle and land, but on the far right, there seems to be a drop....a cliff? Or the edge of this island. For you see, he could make out flouting doors and islands in the sky.

This differently wasn't his earth.

Danny, not being human, was becoming more and more plausible.

"Release me!" A voice echo. Damian.

Tim slams the door open, sprinting down the hall toward his younger brother's distress calls. It's a castle; even if everywhere he turns, it seems to be a frozen wonderland.

There are ice sculptures of Danny between every large ice pillar. They portray him as Tim usually is used to or as a being with a tail instead of legs mid-flight. There are portraits of various people hanging on the walls- he can make out Jazz and the others that busted into Danny's apartment- but there all encased in ice.

There are no guards, so when Tim sprints down a giant stairway, he is hyper-aware of his footsteps echoing on the cracking ice. He rounds the hallway, then stumbles to a stop at the sight before him.

It was Danny. At least, he thinks so. The being had a strong resemblance to him, but his skin had a slight blueish hue, his ears were pointed, his hair was pure white, he was glowing, and most of all, he didn't have legs.

The sculptures hadn't been a artistic choice Danny in this form had a tail and he was flying around a restrain Damian.

His brother was in a gaint baby doorway jumper, encased in what looked like a snow swaddle.

Damian is also covered head to toe in crochet clothing, but his Robin costume peaks from underneath it. Danny was flying around him, placing piles of snow on the ground around the struggling child, making noises like creaking ice and purring when he came close to pat Damian.

It also looked like Danny....was nesting with Damian in the center of it.

What in the world?

"I'll have your head!" Damian sneers as Danny gently places a bear beanie on his head. " I am not a child!"

"My baby" Danny coos, then starts making more cracking noise. He rubs his head against Damian like a cat which causes the boy to grimace.

Tim needs to get him out of there. He looks around for a weapon, but his gear doesn't seem near him. The only thing he can possibly use is the ice around the walls-

"Crackle, crack, Clank, Click!" Danny suddenly says in his face. He crossed the room at the same speed Bart would have, or maybe faster since he didn't even see a blur. Tim jerks back, but the glowing figure is already reaching out-.

He places a scarf around his neck with an adorable head tilt.

"Drake! Run! He'll swaddle you!"Damian screams, but Tim can't look away. He's so beautiful. Danny's bright green eyes, sparkling with the stars of the universe, and his lips are so full, he bets they would be perfect to kiss- is someone purring? Tim could fall asleep to that sound- it must be a white noise machine-!

He snaps his eyes open, shocked to find himself back in the original room.

Tim is back in the damn nest. Confused, he blinks around the room, noticing the sky is bright again and that he's tucked into the bed with great care. He's never felt more rest, so he knows he just spends hours sleeping.

He doesn't even remember getting moded, damn it.

""Red Robi- can you- where are you- report!" Tim's eyes widened when he realized Bruce's voice. It's his communicator! He scrambles out of the bed, straining his ears. "Re-Rob-in!""

There! His earpiece is in one of the ice crystals hanging from the ceiling. Miraculously it's still working, as he can barely make out Bruce's shouts. After four kicks of the crystal, he breaks it down, shattering it on the ground.

He quickly places it back into his ear. "Batman, I'm here!"

"Thank goodness!" An unknown woman says, making Tim flatter for only a moment. "Listen to me, my name is Sam, and right now, there is only one way to escape Danny's mating season without bloodshed. See, Phantom is in control right now, which means his obsession is at its highest. What does Danny not deem important enough to protect? Himself."

" We have to snap him out of it by having those under his protection stand up to him and....hit him. Anybody attacks will confuse Phantom so much the human side of Danny will be forced to take the front." Another female voice puts it. Jazz. She sounds unhappy, as she admits. "A punch to the head, or slap or something, just one from enough people under his protection will freeze Phantom for a moment."

Tim frowns. "I have no idea what you mean. How will that help get us away?"

"Well, we have a plan for that," A man says wearily. The one with all the electronics. "You may not like it...but we must get you to sacrifice yourself for Robin's freedom."

His siblings start shouting over the communicator but Jazz silence everyone with her explanation.

A very long explanation of ghosts, cores, and obsessions, but the gist is that Phantom and Danny's balance was disruptive, so the only way was to cause his human side to get clarification was by presenting Phantom with a paradox.

Phantom will protect all. Danny will allow anyone to hurt him because of his terrible self-esteem. Hence Phantom will not know if it should defend them when it's Danny in danger but it will pull at his core because something is still under attack in front of him.

However, as ghost king, Danny is crazy strong, so they need to attack with something Phantom would never try to defend himself from. His sister and two best friends suddenly slapping or punching him? Phantom would typically react by beating them away, but that would mean hurting the beings he exists to protect.

That's just the physical aspect of it too. Tim's sacrifice would pull at Danny's human emotions while Phantom would panic about needing to save Tim from the ghost he was sacrificed to. Which would be himself.

It should snap them both by tugging them in two different directions of their instincts.

Tim wonders if it will work-

He wakes up to Phantom purring and messaging his sore muscles. To his left is a feast of all of Tim's favorites. Even though he is the elite of Gotham, he's never been so pampered in his life.

Dang, it better work. Tim is getting far too comfortable in this castle. He may never want to leave.

"Phantom if you let my brother go ill be your mate."

"!" Phantom pauses then let's out a sound that sounds like twinkling bells glowing so bright he could be a star

"Only If you accept me as a sacrifice in exchange for my brother's freedom" Tim holds his break then jumps at the sound of shattering glass that comes from Phantom's mouth.

He blinks a few moments, fighting himself, until Phantom nods determined. "Mate will bring children. I need children."

"Ugh sure pal. Do we have a deal?"

"Deal"

It's a weird Tuesday.

Damian is home ten minutes later, and within the hour, Phantom overloads from the paradox.

Tim opens a portal home that night, and Danny sleeps through the rest of his mating season, going under when Phantom and he fights about Tim's fate.

[starshinesparkle]

How you are like in school using the 3rd-9th house axis:

3rd house is thought to be early education (until high school) and 9th is higher education like University, Masters or PhD. Observations are my own.

With astrology axis, it's important to note that you are always pulling from both sides. Striving for balance is key.

Aries 3rd/Libra 9th: Likely competitive in school. Given leader roles from a young age. Feeling like you had to do it all yourself. As you got older, you learned balance and depending on others. Learning the art of delegation to lead. Possibly a serial dater in college.

Taurus 3rd/Scorpio 9th: Could love naps and seek stability. An anchor in friend groups. Comfort is a priority. As you get older, you get more private and selective. Could shown interest in occult (astrology, tarot, etc). Magnetic.

Gemini 3rd/ Sag 9th: A talker, a bubbly and witty friend. Could use your hands a lot (Gemini rules hands). Close to your siblings. Seen as inquisitive and smart. As you get older, you could study abroad. Explore religions or philosophies. Have a large friend group. Seen as funny and a free spirit.

Cancer 3rd/Capricorn 9th: Likely emotional in school. Could have been subtly popular. Kind. Could have been a mom friend. People could have been protective over you. As you get older, you are likely more driven and ambitious. Success in later years of school like junior and senior year of college(Saturn rewards). Lots of lessons in beginning years of school like first and second year of college. Seen as put together and hardworking.

Leo 3rd/Aquarius 9th: You were likely popular. Could have peaked in early school years, if not careful. Unapologetically yourself. As you get older, you attract friends who are "weird" or own their individuality like you. Could work with technology. Could thrive in groups and advocacy work.

Virgo 3rd/Pisces 9th: Teacher's pet. Particular about school and school supplies. Could be studious. Unexpectedly funny friend. Could draw people to you who need healing. As you get older, you could be seen as dreamy. Possibly more artistic. Drawn to spirituality a lot. Could have a large friend group (Jupiter) but could be disillusioned or hurt by friends (Neptune).

Libra 3rd/ Aries 9th: Popular, likely known for looks and charm. Could have been a little matchmaker or a lot of people's crush. A mediator between friend groups. As you get older, you are more assertive. May take on leadership qualities and try new things. May get into fitness (especially high intensity workouts). People see you as sexy and direct.

Scorpio 3rd/ Taurus 9th: Scorpio in 3rd can give popular without trying. Something about you that people gravitate to. Private and a bit of a loner. Selective in friendship. As you get older, you earn more money in jobs. People see you as stable and hardworking. Could be likely to indulge yourself and loved ones.

Sag 3rd/ Gemini 9th: Gemini-Sag axis gives class clown energy. Quite popular as a kid, with an abundance of friends and groups. Adventurous and curious. Might correct their teachers. As you got older, you were talkative but still interested in learning (but more selective than when you were a kid). Likable through school and thrives in a learning environment.

Cap 3rd/ Cancer 9th: Could have a hard early school life. Likely seen as a leader and hardworker. Gaining respect and admiration from people. Could have been interested in money from a young age (hustling from all those lemonade stands lol). Could have been seen as stoic and a "little adult". As you get older, you are more nurturing. Could face turbulent emotions. Likely popular (moon that rules Cancer is a luminary).

Aquarius 3rd/ Leo 9th: Seen as weird and eccentric. Possibly lived for computer class. Drew into other people who didn't quite fit in. A young humanitarian. As you got older, you owned what made you different in school in the younger years. Likely popular during college. Could be a drama or theater kid.

Pisces 3rd/ Virgo 9th: Might be religious as a child. Could appear spacey to classmates and friends. Might shock their teachers by saying randomly profound things. Once you get older, you are studious and structured. Likely drawn to fields like medicine.

Happy back to school season y'all! Blessings on your year and studies ✨️

[allieisacrybaby]

i love this picture so much because jake is just trying to be a cutie and silly and sammy is exuding peak younger sibling energy. i just love them

[madokasoratsugu]

furina and neuvillette are peak sibling energy to me. the way neuvillette calls furina 那家伙 (that girl (derogatory but in a funny way))...the way furina refuses to confront a scary person without him by her side...the way neuvillette never stops believing in furina even in her worst moments...how furina feels the need to put up a front before neuvi bc she only wants to show her best side to him like how he always is perfect before her (peak younger sibling looking up to her older sibling behaviour)...how they dont know how to have conversations with each other once theyve grown yet the words come easier than ever bc they still care so much for each other.....aarughghs the emotional damage is real....

[arzuera]

Damian walked into the dining room where a few of his siblings and his father had already gathered for breakfast. In a slightly robotic movement, he headed over to his designated spot at the table and sat down. Bruce took a sip of his coffee while Dick yawned in his normal over exaggerated way. It was kind of surprising that he wasn’t face first in his cereal yet. Duke sat next to him, not fully awake himself though he was at least able to get a forkful of eggs to his mouth. Small victories. Damian sat in his chair, and Alfred brought him his breakfast of pancakes made of oat flour and almond milk. Setting a small dish of bananas and peanut butter next to it, along with a small syrup dispenser.

“Good morning, Damian,” Bruce said as he took a bite of his own breakfast.

“Morning, Father. Pennyworth.” The boy replied, and he also received a wave in greeting from Duke and a cut-off greeting from Dick as he yawned again.

“Good morning, Master Damian. I do hope you enjoy your breakfast. I made sure to make them with your favorite almond milk.” Alfred said kindly before heading back into the kitchen to finish preparing food for those who weren’t up yet.

Damian idly played with his food for a few minutes. Using a knife to put peanut butter on the pancakes or taking a bite of banana. Nervousness bubbled under the surface of his stoic demeanor. He could do this. It wouldn’t go wrong. He looked up to his two adopted brothers and his father, who wasn’t really paying him any mind. “I am… courting someone,” Damian said, watching as Dick and Duke’s heads whipped up, and Bruce looked at him with a soft smile on his face.

“Congratulations. That’s wonderful, Damian.” His father said with a warmth that didn’t always manage to reach his voice but this time it had. Duke let out a cheer and Dick was wiping a fake tear from his eye.

Seeing the positive response from his family, Damian continued. “I don’t know if we’re compatible yet. I just like him a lot and, physically, he’s very nice to touch.” Duke snorted a bit and Dick managed to keep a smile on his face without laughing as Damian kept talking. “I bought him a keychain. And a bracelet. Also, I’m going to drag him to a fair with local small business owners. The small one that is being held right outside of town.”

“As long as you are safe, having fun, and enjoying being with him, then you have my approval,” Bruce stated taking another sip of his coffee. Giving his son a proud look. “Small fairs are the best.”

Damian’s lips quirked up a small it in a rare smile. “He’s so cute. And works with small animals so we can bond about that too.”

Dick leaned forward onto the table with his elbows. “I’m glad you are having fun.”

“A fair!” Duke exclaimed with a big smile on his face. “With local small business owners. That’s the peak of romance oh my lord…” he fell back in his chair, fanning his face playfully, and Dick lightly knocked the younger boy’s shoulder.

“It’s so cute and romantic.” Dick agreed with Duke, taking a bite of his cereal and not missing this time since he was now fully awake.

Damian felt himself buzzing in excitement. His family doesn’t even know the boy’s name and they already approved. He looked up at them fully, his breakfast completely forgotten. “He promised to show me a woman who makes tea blends based on superheroes.” Damian’s normally monotone voice had an excited lilt to it that brought everyone in the current room into soft smiles.

“My best wishes on this romantic endeavor, baby bat,” Duke said with a twirl of his fork in the air.

“We both have a slight obsession with tea.” Damian continued on almost bouncing in his seat from all of the positive energy he was feeling.

“Oh my god.” Dick said at the same time that Duke replied “Oh my lord…”

“Keep him!” Dick exclaimed, standing up abruptly while brandishing his spoon at his little brother. “Even if only as a friend.”

Damian hummed in thought for a moment. “It’s more of a platonic one. I am aromantic after all.”

“Courting endeavor then,” Dick replied with a shrug not worried about the semantics and just happy his brother was happy. A smirk formed on his face as he said, “Damian, the aromantic, going on the most romantic date ever.”

Now that Damian thought about it, it really was kind of romantic, wasn’t it? “Should I tell him it’s a date? Should I?” he asked looking to his brothers and father for guidance before looking down at his pancakes. “Maybe not… I’m still feeling our relationship out…”

“DOES HE NOT KNOW IT’S A DATE? HE’S TAKING YOU TO SEE THE SUPERHERO TEA LADY?!” Dick exclaimed in slight disbelief and Bruce chuckled behind his mug. He leaned toward his little brother as close as the table would allow him to do. “Damian, is it a date? Because it sounds like a date.”

“Listen, the first time we went out, Danny bought me an iced tea on his insistence.” Damian rolled his eyes as he replied to his enthusiastic older brother. “Then brought me into a secret basement vinyl shop and let me place my chin on his shoulder. As in, I was fully pressed up against his back and watched him browse said vinyl.”

Dick stared at his little brother. “I think you have a boyfriend, baby bat.”

“Tt.” Damian tsked a bit and looked away from Dick. “I do not. I have only seen him once face to face. He has stated that he has never had a relationship, and I do not wish to make him uncomfortable by springing this upon him.”

“Do you talk on the phone or online? Because that definitely counts.” Dick asked, putting his head in his hands as he continued to look starry-eyed at his little brother.

“Yes but only after we met in person.”

“How did you two meet?” Bruce asked, taking the opportunity to chime in and learn more about the boy that Damian was interested in.

Damian pulled out his phone and scrolled until he found out what he was looking for. “There is a chat for trans people in Gotham, and occasionally, I will join in asking if anyone wishes to do activities together. Several people will then reply at once. That is how we met.”

Dick moved to sit properly in his chair after getting a stern look from Alfred. His pout turned into a thoughtful look as he rolled over Damian’s words in his head. “And on your first meeting, he bought you tea, and y’all cuddled up in a basement vinyl shop while looking at records together?”

“Mmm yes.” Damian nodded his head as he recounted the encounter in his head. “And he walked me to my designated safe drop-off and hugged me goodbye. He also hugged me hello, as well.”

“Was anyone else there?”

“For a brief period of time, yes. Others popped in after tea and hung around for about 40 minutes and then went their own way.”

Dick was vibrating in his seat, and it was obvious he was trying to contain it. “I’m trying not to get too excited about all the hugging because hugs entirely depend on the culture people grew up with, and one might see it one way but not another.”

“I am trying to be better with physical affection, but a lot of people aren’t so comfortable with me on the first try.” Damian had come a long way from the angry assassin child his mother had dropped off. “He was, though. That’s why I’m happy too.”

Duke chuckled. “Okay. Do you like him?”

“I do enjoy his company so yes. I do like him.”

Bruce cleared his throat when he saw the slight moment where there was hesitation on Damian’s face. Getting his children’s attention effortlessly. He turned his full attention to Damian as he set his mug down. “You don’t have to date Danny or label anything if you don’t want to. Just hang out and have a good time.”

Damian nodded his head briskly and quickly looked back to his breakfast with a secretive smile. “Yes. Thank you, Father. I will.”

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The dialog was done by 4 peeps in the batpham server with the one as damian being gay motherfucker.

These peeps are cute ya'll

[minecraft-sideblog-tm]

Grian hitting the button, yelling “Free diamonds??”, and the whole thing immediately explodes. The panic was palpable oh my god lmaooo

It’s literally that movie dynamic where the older brother convinces the younger brother to just try the cool thing! It’s fine, see? I’m doing it right now and nothing bad is happening!! but the second the younger brother excitedly joins in they both smash through the floor, fall through the kitchen ceiling, and just really hope mom won’t question the sheet they duct taped to the ceiling when she gets home. 

Some peak sibling energy in the Grian and Scar interaction today lmao

[itsmeyourmentalillness]

Some more chaotic screenshots, the "peak chaotic sibling energy" edition! Look I just love Ian and Court's friendship so much, it is such an "older brother who takes great joy in annoying the shit out of his younger sibling/younger sibling getting revenge on their annoying older brother" vibe

[hellsquills]

Ranking the Revenge crew from oldest to youngest sibling

Lucius: PEAK eldest daughter energy. No explanations needed. He's the one caught in the middle of his parents' fights, the one who tries to get them together, and the one who has to deal with the divorce. He's also their confident, the one who dares to speak up to them, and the one who pays the highest price. No I'm not projecting wdym

Jim: Protective older sibling, but there are still some signs of them not being the oldest. They will take the lead if needed and all of their younger siblings respect them. However, they're also very silly and great at taking care of the youngest ones.

Pete: He GETS. THINGS. DONE. Street smart, practical, resourceful. Seems and acts though, but he's really thoughtful and sensitive. He strives to be dad's favorite and ends up looking desperate in front of the rest of his siblings. Still, he's the one you can always look for when you need help with something.

Roach: One of the older siblings, but he gets along more with the younger ones. He's the type to help his parents at home because he genuinely enjoys domestic chores. He's also batshit insane, and people tend to think he's younger because of it.

Oluwande: He's right in the middle, which makes him pretty neutral when it comes to arguments. He tries to keep the peace because he's got four older siblings and four younger ones, so he can't pick sides or hell WILL break loose

The Swede: Middle-young sibling, the first one to move out of the house. He's very sheltered by his siblings, but he's the most independent of them all. Always a surprise with this one.

Fang: The little brother who has more emotional maturity than you'd expect. Loves spending time with his older siblings and they reciprocate. Actual dad's favorite.

Frenchie: Sneaky little bastard. He's well-mannered, and people assume he's older because he knows how to talk to older people. In reality, he's just REALLY good at lying and adapting to the situation.

Wee Jonh: The youngest brother who got insanely bigger than all the rest of them. He also is the one who will make fun of his siblings the most but will kill anyone who makes fun of them.

*Buttons and Izzy are not on this list because to me, they're uncles.

**I could include proof for every single one of these statements but GOD would that take a lot of time

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Slow Day

Pairing: Jason Todd (version unspecified) x F!Reader

Warnings: threats, mentions of crimes, mentions of death, Dick’s a nosy bastard

Word count: 1790

A/N: Castle of Glass won the vote so here’s part 9! The next chapter of In Better Circumstances will be out on my birthday on Sunday! I rewrote this several times and I’m still not entirely happy with it, but it is just a filler chapter before the next. Anyway, I hope you like it!

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Y/N groaned as her alarm went off. She blindly reached out to switch it off, swearing when she knocked her phone off the nightstand instead.

“What’d set an alarm for?” Jason slurred into his pillow, not bothering to open his eyes.

“I’ve got a conference call. They’re handing out this months assignments.” She told him, hanging off the edge of the bed to finally silence her phone. She was so tired, between work and running comms for Dick and Jason each night until the sun had already risen, she was running out of energy. But neither of them were willing to come in any earlier, just in case the Joker decided to give some insight into his location.

“Sounds fun.” He mumbled, opening one eye to peak at her.

She sat up and turned to look at him. His curls were all over the place, strong arms buried under his pillow as he laid on his front, t-shirt pulled tight over the rest of his muscles. He looked younger like this, more his age, as if he wasn’t carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. She brushed his curls back from his face and leaned down to press a kiss to his temple, loving the way he immediately leaned into her touch. “Go back to sleep.”

He hummed in agreement and she could tell he was already mostly back to sleep. She climbed out of his bed with a smile and made her way back into her room next door. She wondered if any of his siblings had noticed they were sleeping in each others beds yet. In a house full of detectives, she wouldn’t be surprised, even if hardly any of them ever came down that particular corridor. Sleeping in each others beds hadn’t been part of their initial discussion, but they quickly realised how much better they slept together rather than on their own. Her feelings hadn’t changed, she still felt safer with him closer, and she knew it settled his nerves knowing she wasn’t just going to be ripped away in the middle of the night.

She turned the shower on high before she stepped in and tried not to think about how long she had been stuck in the house. She couldn’t really complain, the manor had enough rooms and outdoor space, but the only other time she had spent three weeks straight in one place had been when she refused to tell Luthor’s men what they wanted to know.

***

Y/N looked up from her computer and pulled her headset off as someone knocked on her door. “You can come in.”

Dick walked in and immediately threw himself face first on her bed, Haley trotting in after him on her three legs. Y/N pushed her chair back from the desk and lifted the Pitbull puppy into her lap as the dog yipped happily at her. She scratched the puppy behind her ears as she waited for Dick to say whatever he had come to say.

“I hate my family.” He groaned into her duvet.

“You didn’t have to move back into the manor, me and Jay would have been fine.” She said, lifting Haley up and walking over to the bed. She clambered on while trying not to drop the puppy and sat cross legged next to Dick’s head.

He turned his face to the side so he could look at her. “If I’d have let Jason come back unsupervised, he would have shot someone by now, Tim would get even less sleep than normal, and Bruce would have had an aneurysm.”

“So what’s the problem today?” She said, failing to keep the smile off her face as Haley nipped at her finger for attention.

“Jason and Bruce just nearly got into a fist fight in the kitchen over that photo you gave Bruce last week, Jay doesn’t think Bruce is doing enough to keep you safe. Tim fell asleep in his cereal this morning and still went into work, and Damian is having more issues at school but hasn’t told Bruce and doesn’t want me to get involved.” Dick let out a long sigh. “So I’ve come to hide with you.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Who says I’m going to let you?”

“Me. Because I’m your best friend.” He whined like a child. “And you owe me for not telling he rest of the family that you haven’t slept in this bed all week.”

It was her turn to groan as she dropped back to lie next to him, making sure Haley was secure on her stomach.

“I take it you and Jay talked about what happened after the gala.” Dick’s eyes were full of mischief and she was half tempted to just not tell him anything.

“We did.” She chose to vaguely say, turning her attention back to Haley.

“Oh come on! Do you know how bored I am here? Give me something, please.” He sat up and plucked Haley out of her grip. The puppy seemed happy enough as she immediately started licking his chin.

“We talked, mainly about boundaries and things, and decided to take things slow.” She said, pushing herself up onto her elbows and pouting at having the puppy taken away from her.

“Sleeping together doesn’t seem to be taking things slow.” Dick raised his eyebrows.

She sat up and smacked his arm. “Get your mind out of the gutter, Grayson. We haven’t- We didn’t- Nothing has happened. We- uh- just figured out we sleep better together rather than alone.”

“I hadn’t thought about that.” He stared at her for a moment before he smiled again. “So, do I need to give the shovel talk to you or Jason? Because on one hand he’s dating my best friend, but on the other, you’re dating my resurrected little brother.”

“God, Dickie I don’t think you need to give anyone the shovel talk.” She groaned and laid back down again.

“Okay. One more question and then I’ll drop it?” He smiled softly.

She huffed. “One more.”

He chewed on the inside of his cheek, clearly thinking about how to phrase what he wanted to say. “Have you- have you talked about that night you met?”

“Briefly.” She said carefully, following suit and chewing on her lip. “He apologised. And after I explained what happened with Luthor when I met you, I could tell he meant it. He also talked me through most stuff about the pit. The stuff I didn’t already know I mean.”

He nodded, his blue eyes studying her closely. “That’s good.”

She hummed. “How long do you think I’m going to be stuck here?”

“Hopefully not much longer.” He sighed. “The Joker is a tricky bastard. Most of the other times we’ve recaptured him, it’s only because he wanted to be caught.”

“Jason’s not planning on bringing him in alive this time.” She said quietly.

“I know.” He matched her volume. “And I think he’s right. The Joker’s hurt too many people now, keeps hurting people no matter what we do.”

She nodded, not sure what to say to that.

“I should let you get back to work.” He gave her a half smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

She groaned. “I just want a nap.”

“Then nap.” Dick scooped Haley up into his arms and started walking back towards the door. “Just make sure you’re awake for dinner or Alfred will throw a fit.”

“Will do.” She watched him go and decided to flip a coin to see if she should sleep or get ahead on this months assignments.

***

Y/N was already half asleep by the time Jason climbed back through the window, even though it couldn’t have been more than half an hour since him and Dick signed off on patrol. She listened the familiar clicks as he started stripping himself of his helmet and suit, and blindly reached a hand out towards him once he was finished.

He chuckled under his breath but reached out and grabbed her hand before leaning down to press a kiss to the part of her head that was peaking out of the covers.

“’m cold.” She mumbled, still on the edge of sleep.

He hummed. “I know, let me just grab a quick shower and I’ll be right with you, sweetheart.”

“Be quick.” She said, turning over and burying herself further into the duvet. She had expected the heating in the manor to be better, but she supposed they were in the furthest corner and it must be hard to heat a building this size.

She must have started to drift off again because it seemed like barely a minute later that the mattress was dipping with Jason’s weight as he climbed into bed.

“C’mere then.” He said, opening his arms for her to slot into.

She wasted no time wrapping her arms around his chest and tangling her legs with his. He hissed slightly as her cold feet grazed his bare calves and she couldn’t help but laugh. She resisted the urge to slip her cold hands under his shirt, that was a boundary he had been very clear about and she wasn’t going to push him on it until he was ready.

She shifted closer to him and rested her head over his heart as his hand rubbed up and down her arm in an attempt to warm her up. “Did you always run so hot, or is that also something that came after?”

“After. Bruce thinks the pit reset my metabolism, which sent most of my body haywire. So, I run a few degrees hotter than I should, and it overcame all of the damage living on the streets did, so I can build muscle and I actually reached the height I was supposed to.” He said, nudging his head against the top of hers it a way that reminded her of a cat.

She leaned up and placed a kiss in the underside of his jaw, cracking an eye open to see the small smile that graced his face at the contact. “I know you have mixed feelings about it, but I for one am not sorry for those side effects.”

“No, those aren’t so bad.” He said softly. “Get some sleep.”

She hummed in agreement and got comfy against him again. “Goodnight, Jay.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He whispered into her hair.

Part 10

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