#yeah mortifying

[supernovaa-remnant]

there is. a chance. someone I know irl followed wilbur on insta because she saw one of the bajillion concert posts abt him that I've liked recently. and the chance is a bit too high for me to not be mortified

(to be clear. me and this person only started following each other on insta yesterday)

[superbat-lmao]

When Batman “abducts” Jason, he offers him a deal. Since Jason is concerned about staying with Bruce Wayne, and to show that he’s not abandoning the child to be trafficked, he agrees to a “wellness check” once a week, for an hour.

Anything that Bruce Wayne does that makes Jason uncomfortable, he can report to Batman. And if he does any of the things Jason’s worried about, Batman gives him a panic button.

At the first welfare visit, Batman asks about how Jason is acclimating to the manor.

It takes a lot of prodding for Jason to admit that he wants a lock on his door and that he likes Alfred. That he can’t tell what Bruce is thinking a lot of the time and he doesn’t like the ominous silences.

What’s truly crazy, is that after the meeting, Alfred asks him to help install a lock on his door that only works from the inside. And the next day, when he sees Bruce at breakfast, the man starts recounting some of his day at work, regardless of if Jason joins in. He lays out his plans for the day and his reasoning. Just, talks about innocuous things.

He asks Batman what he shared with Bruce at the next meeting. Batman tells him that he spoke with Alfred about the lock but with Bruce about voicing his thoughts more. He asks if it helped.

Jason says yes, but he’s confused as to why Bruce would want to change at all. Or why Batman told him about those sorts of things. After all, they weren’t that big of a deal.

And Batman tries to explain that Jason shouldn’t be uncomfortable. That his goal is to make sure he’s not just safe, but happy.

Slowly, over the course of a few months, Jason opens up to Batman about different things. Everything he confesses is fixed, whether it be people he knew on the streets being arrested or helped out or even just small things about Bruce, like how he doesn’t make any noise when he walks and keeps startling him.

Jason feels himself relaxing around Batman of all people. He even looks forward to their weekly welfare checks so he can ask about the people he knew in Crime Alley.

He’s also making progress on the Alfred front since he’s allowing him to wash his own dishes and teaching him to cook.

But Bruce remains a problem.

He doesn’t know what it is. He’s really trying to trust the guy, he’s done everything Jason has asked of him through Batman. Everything, no matter how stupid Jason felt asking for it.

So he asks Batman what’s wrong with him. He tells him he wants to like Bruce, he really does, there’s nothing wrong with the guy. Batman was right. He’s just some awkward lonely dude in a giant house. So why won’t his mind let Jason trust him?

Batman tells him that trauma doesn’t work like that. That Jason may never fully trust Bruce, and that isn’t either of their faults. He’s trying, and that’s more than enough.

It all comes to a head when Alfred takes Jason shopping and their errands run pretty long. Jason just needs so much stuff, apparently.

It’s just starting to get dark out and he’s helping Alfred with the shopping by putting the cart away while he closes the trunk when he feels hands around his mouth.

He bites down as hard as he can against the gloves but it doesn’t help. There are two men and he can hear Alfred calling him, but he’s suddenly in another vehicle and he’s having trouble breathing.

He feels along the inside of his hoodie for his panic button and presses it.

There’s a lot of jeering and talk amongst his kidnappers, they’re excited for a payday. And Jason was easy pickings.

The ransom is a video where Jason is wearing a gag and told to briefly look into the camera while people talk over him, making threats and demands.

He knows something is wrong when all the lights go out in the room. He feels hands around him and starts to kick out until he’s face to face with a shadow he’s seen before. Batman is here for him.

Jason goes boneless in the hold and Batman gets him outside.

No one realized one of the kidnappers had made it onto the roof. Batman takes one bullet in the shoulder before they’re both in the Batmobile. Jason is crying and holding gauze to the hole in the armor while Batman talks softly and assures him he’s fine. Jason has no clue how the car gets them away but he’s thankful he doesn’t have to figure out what to do except put pressure on the wound.

When the doors to the batmobile open, Alfred is there and hauling them into what looks like a chrome emergency room. There are medical cots and equipment everywhere.

Alfred start pulling away the armor and Jason sits in shock as the cowl is removed and Batman sits before him as Bruce Wayne.

He’s gently shooed out of the medical section and sits down on what appears to be training mats. He doesn’t realize he’s crying until Alfred comes to fetch him and Bruce is no longer in danger from the bullet.

Bruce looks exhausted in the moment before he sees Jason and his expression clears entirely. Jason feels a numb sort of dread spill over him as he realizes the implications of what he’s seeing. All of the things he’d admitted. All of the things Bruce had done for him. That if the bullet had struck somewhere else he’d be all alone.

He’s crying again and finally Bruce’s face changes into something that isn’t that awful blankness. He looks like he’s in pain but he reaches his arm out towards Jason anyway.

And Jason practically folds into him, crying into the bandages Alfred had wrapped around Bruce.

Bruce is whispering things into his hair. Gentle things. Kind things. Reassurances and asking if Jason is okay, because he was the one who was kidnapped, the one who had been snatched from a parking lot.

But Jason can’t process it, any of it. So he stays there, crying into Bruce’s uninjured shoulder until he’s scooped up into the medical cot to cry into his chest too.

There will have to be several long conversations about everything that had happened, but they would have to wait until tomorrow.

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 (sold separately)

[sleepycheshires]

sleepy "how do i make this about chickenburger" cheshire

[tsarjozinzbazin]

Could we see Macca and Peddie bullying Stanley on Harry’s behalf to cleanse our timelines please? 🥹

ofc! Here is Alex yappin and Peddie bullying Stanley with his height and Scottish accent <3

Stan is not used to being able to look into anyone's eyes so this is scary for him dont make fun of him <\3

[shoot-i-messed-up]

Was always worried about the angst of unrequited love, had never realized the sheer amount of comedic potential that it has.

Imagine one-sided Superbat where Clark is fully aware that Bruce has a crush on him but is being his repressed self about it, and Clark is just like, “I’m not gonna touch that :) you’re going to figure that out for yourself, buddy, and in the meantime, I’m just going to have a good time and be best friends with you as you inevitably pull yourself together enough to either fall out of love or to confess :) and I’ll just let you down gently because I care about you :)” but he absolutely 100% is using it to his advantage in the meantime. His puppy dog eyes had never been so effective before. He’s gotten out of Monitor Duty three times in the past month.

[dustykneed]

tbh hyperfixating on crayons + my old musical hypfixes making a comeback was not what i had in mind for 2025 😳

now i just need 2 get back into doing digital comics.... oh boy. idk i was making a comic every few days this exact time last year but i'm so eepy nowadays ugh :']

[whisperingn1ghts]

DOING THIS WITH MOONCHASER CAUSE I LOVE THEM 😖💕

[fivewholeminutes]

A Series of Small Offerings

Part Two -9- Sugar

We still know how to feed / We still know how to bleed

[astriiformes]

My current therapist is far more versed in fan culture than many of my previous ones, and also had me make a chart of my fandom special interests since high school as a way of getting me to talk about some of the things that have been meaningful to me over the years. Which was an intuitive call on her part because it does make it easier to talk about certain things. But it does sure mean we have some conversations. Case in point, today:

Her, gently: And does thinking of Marty McFly as ADHD make you like him less?

Me, absolutely sobbing my eyes out: ..........no.

[ghost-bxrd]

PLEASE TELL ME I DID NOT JUST WATCH BRUCIE WAYNE TABLE DANCE IN HIS BOXERS IN PENGUIN’S CLUB I’M LOSING IT

And Jason my sweet boy, upon seeing how uncomfortable Dick was when everyone looked at him after the “who’s gonna be the sexy distraction from now on?” he immediately jumped in and pulled all the attention on himself like—- 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[betasuppe]

Liv & Kei stayed friends with benefits after the whole Sycorax debacle & winding up with Di in prison eheheheheh

But story wise, Kei's still hurt from how when Di took over Liv's life, Di cut Kei out at ONCE, and Kei just always wanted to know why.

Apparently Di has terrible taste & Liv knows exactly what's up. More to love, baby, aw yeahhhhhhhh~

[nbmudkip]

pokes my nose back in here. hi. im coming back. still setting back up tho

[how-to-train-your-pomni]

Rabbit Pomni Would be an Absolute MENACE and You Cannot Convince Me Otherwise

Imagine her as an Angora (look it up and you'll understand why)

Pomni: *Running a Hand Through the Fur on Her Belly*

Zooble: What are you looking for?

Pomni: I'm trying to see how many nipples I have. "Normal" does usually have between 8 and 10.

Zooble: ...How many have you found so far?

Pomni: TWELVE.

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Pomni: *To Gangle* Did you know that rabbits have 24 ribs? 12 on each side!

Gangle, nervously: Um... n-no, I didn't know that.

Pomni: That means I can get kicked and still have a s[!%#&%] ton of ribs to spare.

Gangle: Okay?????

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Ragatha: Pomni? Why do you walk around without clothes?

Pomni: They don't feel right against my fur. It's like being enclosed in a cage.

Ragatha: Alright, um... would a silk dress work? Maybe it’s the texture.

Pomni: Nah. I'm good.

Ragatha: Pomni, you can't walk around completely naked!

Pomni: Nah, it's fine.

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Kinger: Would you like some lettuce, Pomni?

Pomni: Oh, so just because I'm a rabbit I'm supposed to just love lettuce?! Huh?! Is that it?!

Kinger: *Blinks Slowly* Do you... not want it?

Pomni: *Ponders for a Second Before Reaching Out* Gimme.

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Caine: I promise you, Pomni! I will do my very best to help change you back to your normal jester self!

Pomni: Maybe next time don't aim your weird guns at me, yeah?

Caine: *Laughs Uncomfortably* I've... no idea what you mean, my dear!

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Bubble: You look delicious!

Pomni: Thank you! I feel delicious!

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Pomni: *Minding Her Own Business*

Jax, out of nowhere: HAVE MY BABIES!

Pomni: *Screams and Leaps Into the Air*

[findmeinthefallair]

One great thing about having a history of helpful therapy sessions is being able to envision similar scenarios for Hunter.

He and le therapist could be doing Inner Child work, going through a painful childhood memory of his, related to being at the castle, and the therapist could invite him to imagine himself entering the memory: as his current 16-year-old, 17-year-old or 18-year-old self.

Some examples of what the therapist might suggest, depending on how directive they'd want to be:

"What if we go in and help 6-year-old Hunter, and give him what he needs?"

"See if you can carry him out of his room, and take him someplace safe."

"Where would you like to take him?"

"How is he feeling?"

"How do you feel as you're doing all this?"

"What might he need from you at this moment?"

"What does he feel like doing now?"

"What could you do to help him feel appreciated?"

The purpose of such sessions would be to connect with the emotion of feeling safe, to heal some of his wounded inner child using the power of imagination and imagery rescripting, and bring new and different perspectives to traumatic memories.

One of my therapists in the past told me that the general rule is: the earlier the memories that one works on (e.g. from age 4, 5 or 6), the easier it might be to unclog and process other traumas. Because the client's many younger selves would be holding on to less baggage, and the wounded inner child gets to heal a little more, grow up and mature.

I've tried this with a few clients in my past work and the threshold that is the scariest for them to cross is to reawaken the love they have for their inner child (and therefore, themselves). In order to reach the catharsis of that warm moving feeling of love, they must first experience the worst of the grief/loss, i.e. the reality that their younger self did not have their needs met, which is one of the saddest things anyone can experience. I guess that's where the saying "the night is darkest before dawn" really applies. But once they get a taste of what it feels like to love oneself, it's a whole new great experience and they want more.

[three--rings]

So for obvious reasons I have been thinking about IWTV a lot recently, and thinking about the books a lot. I was OBSESSED with The Vampire Chronicles when I was in middle school, into early high school.

But something that I think may not really be clear to people reading them now, or to people who only know the show, is that there's a reason the books got away with being so incredibly queer and being Bestsellers in the 70s, 80s and 90s: there was no sex.

If you're unaware, in the books, Anne Rice's vampires cannot have sex. They are impotent, sex in the human way is just not a drive they have anymore. Instead physical connection is all about sharing blood. (For the record I think the show is right to have changed this. It's not worried about censorship on that front and having sex as part of the relationships makes them way easier to communicate to the audience.)

So while the books are very homoerotic, homoromantic, and at times quite suggestive, they never have on page sexual activity, they never label relationships with explicit romantic terms like lover or husband, characters never declare their sexuality. (In early books at least.)

What this meant is that The Vampire Chronicles existed in this Plausible Deniability space where anyone who had read them realized they were gay, but they weren't LABELED AS SUCH and therefore mainstream audiences didn't know that was part of it.

So me and my friends could be 11 or 12 carrying these books around our Catholic school and didn't get anything said about it. One of my English teachers had read the first one, and we talked about it, and her only complaint was that it wasn't philosophical enough for her. But she was cool.

So, I KNEW Louis and Lestat were in love. I knew Lestat had male and female lovers. And it affected me PROFOUNDLY because it was the first depiction of queerness as anything but a joke I ever encountered.

But it wasn't "gay fiction." If it was the target of right wing criticism it was about being satanic, not queer.

I was thinking of the 4th book in the series, which I read when it was first released, in 1992. In it, (spoilers) Lestat becomes human again. And he turns to his human openly gay friend David and says "omg I'm human. Let's HAVE SEX!"

Reading that and the fucking THIRD EYE that opened for me is BURNED into my memory. I remember how scandalous that was, because it was ON THE PAGE. Here was a book with men talking about having sex with each other. And I was reading it! And it was just casual and nonchalant. (Unfortunately they don't actually do it, to my young disappointment.) Despite all the queerness that i'd experienced (and recognized) already in the series, THAT was shocking.

You can't know what that was LIKE to a kid in 1992, before the internet was anything more than bulletin boards, before fanfiction online was really a thing. And these weren't niche novels, things only people in liberal literary circles read. They were massive, massive bestsellers.

IDK, you know. I have given Anne Rice a LOT of shit in my time, and she's deserved a lot of it. But she also performed some miracles of representation that affected a lot of people. IDK if I even have a point. Just. I was remembering what it felt like. To encounter a gay character in fiction for the first time, talk about gay sex for the first time.

I don't think it's an accident that me and my friend who shared this obsession both ended up being bi. We passed the books back and forth and pointed out the really juicy sections and other people were never quite as into these books as we were even when we made them read them.

[nat-20s]

I have already gushed about how much Shaun Temple loves and adores Donna Noble but I cannot emphasize enough that I am 100% certain she is JUST as wholly besotted with him!! I know in my heart they are like. An EMBARRASSINGLY lovey couple. I know Donna's like SHAUN!! HEY!!! and he's like YES HON?? and she's like. You have a cute butt :3. Hell it's probably WORSE now that her other special little guy is back and she's not trying to work around an open wound of inexplicable grief. Hope she has flex time at UNIT because she's been repeatedly late due to a impromptu 20 minute snogging session.