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shahrwrites · 1 hour
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I'm a Jason Todd defender till I die. If he has 100 fans I'm one, if he has 10 I'm one, if he has one it's me, and if he has zero IM FUCKING DEAD.
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shahrwrites · 7 hours
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IS NO ONE GONNA TALK ABOUT THE FACT THAT THE FLASH JUST FUCKING DISAPPEARED TODAY??? LIKE I LITERALLY MOVED OUT OF GOTHAM TO BE SAFER IN CENTRAL CITY AND THIS MF JUST VANISHES WTFFFF???
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shahrwrites · 15 hours
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It’s been one month since I created this blog.
Quite honestly, I don’t know where I was going with this, just thought I should say something.
Wait, no. I’m actually so happy to have some place where I can talk about things I’m obsessed with at the moment.
So, uh…
Happy one month, I guess!
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shahrwrites · 1 day
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Ugh I wanna get back to focusing on my wips but im so anxious about my uni exams hdjskslsklasllalsk
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shahrwrites · 1 day
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shahrwrites · 2 days
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performing at the circus, Dick was quite used to crowds, interacting with many people and cameras flashing to take photos of his moves. as a young, brilliant performer, kids would ask for his autograph because they were impressed by the things he could do.
Dick was a young star, born to be in the spotlight. then he lose his parents and he didn't think he was much of a star anymore.
so when Bruce first told him about attending the Wayne gala, Dick was hesitant. he could not really compare the circus, where he was comfortable and free, with a grand celebration full of pretentious, rich people and loads of paparazzis and reporters.
eventually, young Dick got used to it. he pretended, just like Bruce. he sometimes invited Wally or Roy, and it became easier for Dick.
for young Jason, it was harder. Jason only mostly interacted with the kids in the streets. sure, he had few interactions. but in his case, there were no cameras. no photographs and autographs were asked from him.
even though he did not realize it, Jason was also a young star. he loved the theatre and books. it was his imagination that kept him going with the amount of knowledge and talent he possessed that he wished he could share.
so when Bruce told him about attending the Wayne gala, Jason immediately said no. he didn't want to be in a room with people who would just look down at him and ask him what it was like in the streets. he would rather stay in the Manor, where he could continue with his passion for reading.
nobody could convince Jason to attend the gala except Dick. Dick was the the one who assured him that it was going to be okay. "It's going to be fun, Little Wing. We can laugh about people's poor choice of outfits and you can tell me which food needs more seasoning at the buffet."
so when Jason's appearance was needed after coming back, he didn't want to attend any other galas until Dick comforted and convinced him to.
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shahrwrites · 2 days
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million dollar smile
By all accounts, Richard John Grayson was a bubbly child. Lively, ever-smiling, he talked a mile a minute at anyone who would give him a second. He fluttered about under the big top at Haly's with all the joy and energy of a storybook child. He took to the sky with his Daj and Dat, eyes looking out to the crowd—performing as only he could. Then his parents fell.
Suddenly, the smiles never quite reached his eyes; his energy was still there, but it wasn't the same. He didn't soar; hands stretched to the sky, he leaped- eyes fixed on the ground. His jokes weren't cheeky- they were acidic. Now the story didn't end happily ever after; now it ended with Dick Grayson making things right. No matter the cost.
But Bruce tried. He stared into darkened blue eyes that once reflected the happiest summer days and offered a new chance. He took the boy's darkness into his own shadows and handed him a suit made of the sun and everything good. The smiles were real again, painfully so, but there was an awful curl on his lips that made it look more like a snarl. Even so, it worked for a while, but a bandage on a bullet wound never holds.
The darkness crept into his periphery again. Blurred his vision. He kept trying to fly- kept trying to be worthy of his vibrant armor. But Bruce was done trying. He snatched away his salvation- and tossed it to another kid with starry eyes. Dick tried to hate the boy- Jason- the imposter that stole his birthright and legacy in one fell swoop, but his chip-toothed grin stole away into his shadows, and the world wasn't so dark anymore. 
Now, when Robin went flying into the dark, he had a companion in the darkness. More likely to snap than the younger, more ready to make the hard calls. It was his purpose; Nightwing wasn’t meant to be a beacon of light. 
They only ever caught glimpses of him from the shadows.
Just a flash of shiny white teeth before the darkness.
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shahrwrites · 2 days
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Tim: wait, you quit smoking?
Jason: I quit smoking when I became Robin.
Tim: Ok,That Is Not True. I've seen you smoke recently, don't gaslight me!
Dick: You didn't really quit smoking when you were Robin Jay, you used to take my cigs sometimes
Duke: wait,, YOU used to smoke??
Dick: Yeah, back when I was Nightwing
Duke: You're /still/ Nightwing ???
Tim: He means back when he was Discowing
Duke: What's discowing???
Jason: The reason I used to smoke.
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shahrwrites · 2 days
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I’ve been keeping this in my screenshots for a while… but I don’t think I can keep quiet anymore.
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DOES THIS LOOK GINGER OR RED TO YALL????
Who woke up one day and suddenly decided Jason was a red head AND WHY ARE YOU COLOR BLIND GRANT MORRISON???
Look, people are trying to sell this as rose-gold or sum shit, but this ain’t it fam. THIS IS BLOND PURE AND SIMPLE.
Don’t let ‘em writers gaslight you into thinking Jason was originally a red head; if anything, he was blond. Either that, or his post-crisis origins with naturally black hair.
That’s it. That was all. Thank you for coming to another session of me ranting.
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shahrwrites · 3 days
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Jay is not the best babysitter...
I fucking love these fics where all the batkids are all pretty small and they just get up to kid shenanigans while Bruce is sprouting gray hairs.
Commission Info / Kofi
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shahrwrites · 3 days
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my biggest pet peeve wiht the english language is that you don’t have sin/sina
in swedish if u have two people who use the same pronoun u can always tell whos doing what bc its like ‘han tog sin väska’ (he took his[own] bag) and ‘han tog hans väska’ would be that he took the other persons bag
but in english its like if u have 2 ppl w/ the same pronoun:
“she took her bag” whose bag????WHose BAG was it her OWN bag or the other her’s bag??????????????
“he ate his donuts” were the donuts his own???? did he fucking eat someone elses donuts??? YIU DONT KNOW bc english is a bullshit language 
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shahrwrites · 3 days
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Since my last drawing attempt was an utter failure, here’s a doodle of a little baby birb to cheer me and y’all up.
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shahrwrites · 3 days
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So I uh. I thought it was time to come out of my comfort zone and try drawing original ideas (ofc w/ the help of references bc pffft. I’m not that good yet,) instead of just mindlessly copying references stroke for stroke and…
Please nobody give me pen and paper ever again.
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shahrwrites · 3 days
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I’m taking a bit of an interest in reading Roy Harper’s comics, and I wanna start from the top, or at least read his origins before jumping onto other stuff.
Most online reading lists I’ve found recommend starting from More Fun Comics #73 which is his first appearance as Speedy, but I was more interested in finding his appearances before he became Speedy and more about how he got to know Ollie?
Can anybody help?
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shahrwrites · 3 days
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U ever see a take that u couldnt disagree more with but its a popular fandom take so u know if u voice it youre gonna get dragged through tue mud
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shahrwrites · 4 days
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no matter how terrible my day is. i can always end my day in bed imagining fictional characters making out sloppy style and fucking raw. and that's beautiful. there's some good in this world mister frodo and it's worth fighting for
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shahrwrites · 4 days
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Real talk why does social interaction feel like you’re trying to get a good grade in being a person
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