#todd sharp

[darling-chris]

"I think that there was just a real honesty about her, an undeniable honesty of who she was and the way she sang and the kind of songs she wrote," he said.

"Christine really was a love song artist. She was a very easy-going person, very easy to be with. There really just wasn't a whole lot of bull---- about her."

- Todd Sharp for cleveland.com

[fleetwoodmacarthistory]

Vacation by J.C. Leyendecker // "The Challenge" by Christine McVie

[rainagainstthewindowatnight]

favorite reality dance shows :

so sharp ( 2017 ), creator jeff collins

[hehether]

Halloween with my fav LoA trio

[fcthots]

Jason Todd who decides to play with your hair while he fucks you. He keeps a remote controlled vibrator to your clit and keeps it on low while he drags his blunt nails over your scalp. He coos at you when you shudder because of his gentle trails over the nape of your neck. He ups the setting every time you whine just so he can hear more of it. He just wants to see how much he can get you to react. He loves the way your body can’t help but squirm for him, not to mention the noises he can get you to make. He's obsessed with the way your brain turns to putty when his fingers play with your scalp. He loves learning how hard he can scratch which parts of your head and what it will do what to you. He wants to try it all.

[brokeyourbones]

DC PROMPT

Jason Todd doesn't grow old. Not because he dies. Well, technically, because he did die. When he was 14. And the Lazarus pit stopped him from aging. Forever.

When he becomes Red Hood, he's not seen as a threat at first. Some scrawny, 4'7, barely weighs 60 pounds soaking wet kid with a dumbass mask? Pssh, Crime Alley deals with Batman on the daily, that kid ain't nothing.

Until said kid begins beating their asses. Horrifically. So now, Red Hood is known as the first ever child crime lord.

And the angst? Oh, there's angst. Because rather than dealing with the knowledge that Jason grew up when he was gone, they have to deal with the fact that Jason looks the exact same as the night he died.

Jason is still that scrawny, malnourished 14-year-old, with a smile that could light up the room despite him never showing it now.

Jason can still fit in his old robin costume. He could still. Fit. In. His. Robin. Costume.

That mere realization startled Bruce so badly.

[confused-wanderer]

Everyone gets terrified when they see Dick put on the Cape and go into downright brooding shadow death aura mode, capturing Bruce’s scowl and glare to an uncanny extent.

They don’t know that the real reason Nightwing had to get real good real fast at transforming into batman is because in his early batman days he accidentally smiled while trying to talk down this guy from blowing up a building.

They made eye contact for a split second, before the guy burst into tears. He then proceeded to rip off the bomb, throw up, faint, wake up, throw up again before immediately running for the window of the 45th floor of a building.

[flamingpudding]

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Literal Ankle Biter

"Fuck!"

"Red Hood are you okay?

Jason let out a grunt as answer before a muttered "I am fucking fine." followed and he attempted to shut off the coms on his helmet again. This was the third time Oracle had decided to reactivate his coms and fuck did he not want to deal with his siblings in his ears right now.

"You little shit, why do you have such sharp teeth?!" So far no blood had been drawn by these sharp chompers. But he would probably have bite mark shaped bruises.

"Oracle put his video feed on the Batcomputer!" He heard one of his siblings over the coms, great that was the last thing he needed right now. Swiftly he turned off the coms again but he had no time to remove his helmet to chuck it into one of the dark corners of his apartment as sharp teeth lunged for his arm again.

He held up his gun and the sharp teeth chomped down around the barrel of his gun. He let out a fleeting chuckle as he spied a grimace on his small attacker's face. "Ha, not so fun chewing on metal is it now?"

"HOOD WHY THE FUCK IS THERE ARE CHILD CHEWING THE BARREL OF YOUR GUN?!"

Wow actual cursing from Dick that must really look bad to them.

"A CHILD IS DOING WHAT?!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP. The magazine is empty and there is no bullet left in it." He yelled back into the coms as he dropped the gun, and with that the child, to the floor to finally take off his helmet to throw it into the kitchen. His siblings in the Bat Cave can have some fun staring at his title flooring there.

Meanwhile he stared down at the kid that was staring back at him from the floor, the gun no longer between their teeth. The kid was staring at him the same way it had earlier sitting on the ground like a cat ready to pounce on their prey.

When he had first entered his apartment he had noted that it was way colder than it should be. At first he had thought his heater might have broken but then two Lazarus Pit green orbs stared back at him from the darkness of his room. His first instinct was, of course, to pull out his gun and aim it.

Then his brain kicked in with reasoning and he started cursing Nightwing over the coms accusing him of attempting to prank him. Because he was the only one coming close enough to his apartment on today's patrol to pull off a prank on him and not trigger all the alarms that were set up.

He will never admit to the little scream that came through the coms before shutting it off as he flicked his lights on and found a literal kid wearing an oversized Nasa shirt perched on his living room table staring at him like he was the intruder to his own apartment.

Before he could even ask a question, that feral kid pounced with their mouth wide open, sharp teeth glinting in the bad lighting of his apartment and ready to chomp down on any of his limbs. He had gotten a hold of the kid a couple of times but every time the kid somehow managed to slip out of his hold. Before attempting to gnaw on his arm or leg again.

Of course his grunts had alerted his siblings every fucking time Oracle had to switch on his coms when he switched them off on fucking purpose. Seriously he did not need for his siblings to hear or see him struggling agains a fucking child of all things. In his defence the kid was fucking feral and obviously wanted to make him its new chewtoy.

"Okay kid, we can do this the easy way or the hard way." He lifted both his hands letting his palms face the kid who of all things started hissing at him. What kind of child fucking hisses like a cat?! A fucking kid that pounces and attacks like a cat apparently.

Well there went his throw blanket as he swiftly ripped it apart and made the kid bite on that instead of his arm and tie the ripped off strip around the kids head. Once the kid was properly gagged with no choking danger, he wrapped the rest of the blanket around the kid so it wouldn't start thinking about using his hands and feet to fight instead of only its teeth.

"Don't glare at me like that. I gave you a choice." The kid was glaring daggers at him and he could only smugly smile down at them before he frowned.

Now that he finally got a better look at his small attacker, he noticed some things. For one there was the glaring fact that the kid looked way too much like the demon brat when he had been younger like a carbon copy. His first thought was that the kid was a fucking clone but so far any clone they came across was at least same age as the demon brat, that feral kid didn't look any older than seven or eight.

Second thing he noticed was that the kids' eyes flickered between the Lazarus green and a sky blue, both colors were glowing though. So was this a meta kid? Or considering the clone theory, a failed experiment the bitch Talia had dropped in a Lazarus Pit?

Then there was the fact that the Pit in his mind was strangely quiet and not the least bit aggressive or angry by the feral kids presence, no in fact the pit felt the calmest it ever had in a long time, even a little protective if he interpreted part of the silence correctly.

Who the fuck was that kid?

The sound of snapping teeth ripped him out of his thoughts and he stared down at the kid again just in time to pull his leg away from shape chompers. Somehow that feral brat had wiggled his way over to his legs and had also chewed his way through the makeshift gag that lay discarded at the kids former placement. "The fuck is wrong with you little shit?!"

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By the time Jason rolled with his bike into the Bat Cave, his siblings had fallen into a state of absolute chaos arguing back and forth, the footage from his helmet still playing on a part of the screen while a screen shot from the time the kid used his gun as chewtoy was taken and zoomed in to get a close up of the kids face.

Not that it helped considering the image was tat bit blurry but had enough quality that his siblings could see the kids similarities to the demon brat. Which probably was the cause for them arguing back and forth if that kid was a clone or some sort of experiment considering the age boy appeared to be.

"Jason?! What happened to the child?!" Of course it had to be Dick that noticed him first.

"Dropped him off the Wayne tower, what do you think?" He snarked back as he lifted the buritoed child that was aggressively gnawing on a gag made from bat wire. He rolled with his eyes at his siblings' gasps. Look they didn't have to deal with the kids biting or attemtping to bite them when they drove a fucking motorcycle. The wire was reassurance, after the kid managed to chew through at least three ropes, and two cloth made gags. The boy had razors as teeth and Jason had not been in the mood to risk crashing on his way to the Cave, okay?!

"Damn he does look like Damien but in small size." Tim mentioned as he got a little closer, curiosity getting the best of him before turning to the teenager in question. "Think it's a clone?"

"<tt> of course it is. Most likely a failed one Mother didn't dispose of for some reasons." Dick arched an eyebrow as Jeason just studied the youngest among them. The way the demon brat had said that felt wrong and by the way Dick was looking at the brat, he wasn't the only one that noticed.

"The fuck you want me to do with that little shit?" He was getting tired of holding up the kid like the boy was some prize he caught. Well he did catch that little biter in a way anyway.

Tim let out a shriek and jumped back from Jason and the kid, a syringe in his hand with a little blood drawn from the boy. The older could only raise an eyebrow as the younger gave the biter a wary look and shuffled back to create more distance. The kid still bound by blanket burrito on the other hand had managed to chew through fucking bat wire and was snapping and hissing in Tims direction eyes brightly growing green.

"Carefully he bites."

"His eyes they…"

"Glow Lazarus green, yes."

Really did he need to state all the obvious things to his siblings.

"We should just get rid of that thing." Oh gee demon brats, solution to everything. Just get rid of it. Even if it was a clone, he was holding up a fucking kid here. He may kill but even he wouldn't step so low as to kill a fucking child just cause it would be convenient.

"Now, now let's just figure out if the kid is really a clone or maybe a Meta." Ever the peacemaker Dick tried as Jason and Damien glared at each other while Tim made his way to the Batcomputer to analyze the little bit of blood he had been able to withdraw before the kid started snapping at him. Suddenly the blanket in his grip felt lighter than it had before. Staring at the empty blanket burrito a curse escaped his lips alerting his other two siblings.

"Where did the child go?" Dick asked panicked but let out a yelp as something rushed past his feet deeper into the bat cave.

"You imbecile can't you even keep a child contained?"

"Shut the fuck up, the blanket burrito was secure enough to at least get here with that feral biter. I wanna see you try to not get fucking biten by the kid when driving a bike!"

"<tt>"

[satogacrank]

[bebx]

“oh this little guy is your blorbo? name every crime he’s committed and the tragic backstory behind those sad pretty eyes of his then”

[searchforahero]

thinking about timjay siren AU on this fine saturday...

tim is a siren who is fascinated by the human world and frequently goes up to shore to watch the town. his favorite human in the whole wide world is a prince by the name of dick grayson. dick is the only human who has ever caught tim at the surface - when tim was tiny and not yet particularly agile, he managed to get stuck by some rocks and dick found him and helped him back into the water before he could be found by anyone who might hurt him.

after that dick visited when he had time but not frequently, until he disappeared entirely and tim didn't even see him wandering about town. he hears from the towns people that dick had moved to a neighbouring (landlocked) town for his schooling and tim is devastated.

this is until! king bruce brings home another son (jason) and dick starts visiting gotham (and in turn tim) again! tim is super grateful to jason for bringing dick back to gotham even if he never meets the guy and starts to watch him from time to time as well.

when jason dies the entire town mourns, including tim, not just for the fact that dick no longer comes around to see him, but also because he had come to love jason and the stories dick would tell about him in his own strange way.

tim only catches glimpses of dick and bruce after jason dies but he can tell how much his absence hurts them, and they never really truly recover.

fast forward a couple years and tim is swimming around a little bit off shore when he spots a new pirate ship he's yet to see, and when he breaches the surface to get a better look he hears the crew chanting for their captain jason to do some silly trick shot or the other with his guns. tim is sure it's just a coincidence, there's tons of people named jason out there, but the ship nags at him and it's sure to be interesting anyways, so he follows it until he gets a good look at the captain one day. sure enough, it's jason, changed, older, not as soft around the edges, but it's jason.

tim knows immediately that he has to get jason back to dick, but he hasn't seen dick in years and wouldn't know the first step in getting the word out to him. guilty over not being able to reunite the two, he decides that the least he can do is protect the ship. the waters have grown ever more dangerous since jason died, and tim has no way of knowing how prepared he is for the challenges ahead, so he tails along with the ship as much as possible.

he grows fond of the rest of the crew (especially roy... jayroytim you call for me...) as he follows them, and he longs to join in as they sing into the long hours of the night. unfortunately, tim knows that he can't reveal himself sailors have a terrible track record with siren encounters, and he's sure jason would see him as a threat the second his sharp teeth or strong tail were in his sights.

he's forced to reveal himself however, when one night a mighty storm hits and directs jason's ship, tearing at the boards, until a strike of lighting sets the ship ablaze and splits it open. by a stroke of luck, they happen to be close enough to a small island that tim is able to drag the pirates from the wreckage and to shore. many of them are injured, jason having gotten the brunt of it with a broken arm, but tim manages to save them all.

for the next week tim spends his days catching fish and dropping them off at shore for the pirates to eat, and each night jason calls out for their mysterious savior. tim is still scared of what the crew would do if he were to reveal himself, but he's been so lonely since dick left for bludhaven, and jason sounds so grateful...

he reveals himself eventually, waking up jason while the rest of the crew is asleep and shushing him with a clawed hand to the mouth when he almost screams. it is an incredibly bad first impression, jason definitely thinks he's about to get eaten. but tim manages to clear up the situation and jason realizes that tim is the one who saved them and so they end up chatting for a bit until jason gets too tired and goes back to sleep.

they become friends very quickly, helped along with how jason loves to drag out tim's sharp wit and tim loves the way jason tells stories and his love for his crew. jason is also very curious about how sirens live, and why tim hasn't tried to kill him yet (every time he brings it up tim is just like... do you want me to eat you? strangle you with my tail? rip your throat out with my claws? is that what you're angling for? and tim means to make fun of him for asking silly questions but jason just gets flustered and quiet).

when tim brings up the bruce and dick question jason gets very defensive and upset and while tim is desperate to reunite them, he feels tenuous enough in his position as is, and he knows the way to convince jason isn't to piss him off, so he lets it go.

eventually the rest of the outlaws notice jason sneaking off from their camp at night and send roy in to figure out what on earth jason is doing, and tim is very frightened when roy finds them at first, but as soon as thats over theyre getting on somehow perfectly and horribly, and jason is pretty sure the two of them are going to send him to an early grave.

once the crew has recovered enough, they start working on building a ship to return to town with and tim, scared to be left behind happily offers to help push and steer them.

when they get back to gotham and the outlaws start building their new real ship, jason includes a little pool so tim can be part of their crew <3 tim mostly just follows by behind them while they move around, but he likes to go up there to hang out with jason at night.

eventually they do circle back to the dick and bruce question, jason pretty much outright refuses to see bruce. but it becomes very clear very quickly that he's as desperate to see dick as tim is, possibly even more so, and tim eventually helps him build up the courage to seek dick out.

meanwhile tim and jason are falling terribly obviously in love, the rest of the crew wants them to get together so badly, but they're nervous, oblivious losers so they dont. theyre practically living together despite being a land and water creature respectively and they still refuse to believe the other could reciprocate.

they joke a lot about how tim should be their figurehead, until they eventually just go ahead and have one sculpted in his image. it might as well be a love confession.

[darling-chris]

The Christine McVie Band (1984)

[taken from the q&a with Todd Sharp via the wonderful fleetwoodmac.net 🐧]

[fleetwoodmacarthistory]

Heron Painting II by Sigmar Polke // "The Challenge" by Christine McVie

[i-cant-think-of-anything-to-say]

how am i supposed to describe my feelings without the fictional people?

like i don’t know what emotion im feeling but im kinda feel like todd in the beginning of dead poets society.

idk what i’m feeling but i kinda feel like ava when she was trapped in her own personal purgatory

idk what i’m feeling but im kinda feeling dean winchester in the ghostfacers episode

idk what i’m feeling but richard in the beginning of the secret history is a little too relatable rn

idk what i’m feeling but i sorta feel like pulling a end of the book, theo decker

idk what i’m feeling but i miss john constantine (not even an emotion just me missing him)

[sanguineterrain]

save me jason todd competency kink. jason todd competency kink save me. save me ja-

[spencer-todd]

Keeping up with the Waynes

(Gary Green is NOT the man we need)

Gary Green (Alien, Legend, John Constantine's apprentice and the Waverider's resident dumbass): SARA! Sara, help me! PLEASE!

Sara: What is it, Gary? I'm busy!

Gary: I see that, but I need help.

Sara, sighing: Ok. What?

Gary: So, I was practicing a spell in the library, and it may have gone slightly sidewards...

Ava (Clone, Director of the Time Bureau, co-captain of the Waverider, Sara's wife): GARY! WHAT DID YOU DO TO THE LIBRARY??!!

Gary: I may have incinerated it?

Sara: GaRY!!!

Me: GARY GREEN!! I SWEAR TO ALMIGHTY GOD ABOVE THAT IF I CATCH YOU-

Gary: *Runs screaming*

*Two Hours Later*

Ray: Hello, capitan! Have you seen Gary recently? I need to run some tests on his DNA.

Sara: Uh, no. Last time I saw him, he had incinerated Spencer's personal book collection in the library and was running for his life.

Nate, entering the bridge: Oh, yeah. He's totally dead. Spencer caught up to him a few minutes ago.

*I enter the bridge*

Ava: Spencer! Did you kill Gary?!

Me: NO!

Sara: Then where is he?

Me: He's...in the vicinity.

Ava: The vicinity of the ship?

Me: Oh, no. The vicinity of the universe.

Ava, Sara, Nate, and Ray: SPENCERRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!