Hi, I was just wondering how Talon Dick would react to Jason getting tagged by either fear toxin or cuddle pollen? 🦉
Ah yes! We already had cuddle pollen in “language of birds”, so let’s go with fear toxin!
Okay so I think we can all agree it’s no surprise that what Dick would see if he got tagged… would be Jason either being turned into a talon like him or dying in a gruesome way (maybe even at Dick’s own hands).
But Jason? Well, it’s no secret that they’re… very codependent. But his fears would manifest as Dick leaving him. Abandoning him (for someone better).
Consequently he’d be a mess of begging Dick not to leave, that he’ll do better. Be better.
Dick would be panicking, trying to reassure Jason that he would never, ever leave him, aggressively cuddling and cooing at him.
Of course, none of it works. Jason isn’t actually seeing him, so at one point the image of Dick holding him would switch to someone else taking him away and Jason would turn downright feral trying to get away.
Dick is hurt, of course. But he knows Jason doesn’t mean it (right?) and so he would stay and allow every single hit to land (“it’s fine, talons heal fast”) until Bruce physically pulls him away to administer the antidote.
After many, many tears and hugs Jason would try to make Dick promise never to let him hit Dick again, even if it’s because of fear toxin. Dick neither agrees nor disagrees, which, in Dick language, is an adamant refusal.
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i turn 29 on july 1st. i feel like i make a lot of these notes to myself, to check in. hi, me, here's what's happening.
hi, me. hi, you, too, if you keep reading. here's some rules i have been following:
when a book is bad, i put the book down. i choose something i like instead. when i don't like a movie, i don't make myself watch until the end. i care less and less what people think about me and focus more on being a good friend.
for the 6 months or so, i've been asking people what they think should be my next book or tv show. i ask them where i should go on a walk next week. i ask them what food i should try next, what hobby. and then i write it down in front of them.
the truth is some stuff slips through the cracks. but most of the time? within two weeks, i get to send my favorite kind of text - so i tried the thing you were talking about and !
i have a new policy for split-second choices - it's better to try it. i have social anxiety. i have to talk myself into doing many things. i am constantly battling the desire to run away as far as my feet will take me. and then i stand up and i do the thing anyway. i make myself act and dance and sing. sometimes, yes, i know-immediately never again, i hate this. but most of the time - i just have fun with it.
i have a new mantra - nobody is scorekeeping. at the end of my life, there will be no grand reading of how many calories i'd been eating. no reviews on how many boring documentaries i forced myself through, no calculation on how many hours i endured an extremely dull educational podcast. and so what if i try karaoke and i don't actually nail it? so what if i stumble over my words while trying to make a public announcement? so what if i wear something too-showy to go to the grocery store? nobody there knows me, and: nobody's keeping score.
life doesn't resolve with a grade (i know, i was as shocked as everyone else when i realized it). i am not falling behind, because there's no curriculum to life that i should be following. there are no checkpoints; nobody is making sure i have a fully-furnished life resume. i am just here for as long as the earth will have me, and i get to decide what makes me happy.
i don't have a partner or a house or anything that is supposed to belong to people-my-age. i spend most of my time focusing on being kind, compassionate, ready to listen without restraint.
and honestly? i feel good. like actually. i kind of like it this way.
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me when i overhear the most toe curling eye gauging hair pulling head scratchingly horrendous gossip from a group of 13 year olds shopping at the mall
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Jason: *just vibing, thinking his thoughts*
Bruce: What?
Jason: What do you mean what?
Bruce: You were smiling
Jason: Am I not allowed to be happy?
Bruce: You are, but that was just, like, an evil smile
Jason: *offended, turning to Dick* Bruce thinks I have an evil smile
Bruce: I don't think you have an evil smile, just that particular smile looked evil
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circus/carnival au. ghost does extreme motorcycle stunts - globe of death, riding on his back wheel along tightropes that sort of thing - and soap is a fire swallower/dancer. soap is a roaming performer, he just finds empty spaces or bored people and starts twirling. he pretends not to notice that he always wanders towards a certain area at the same time every night to watch a certain masked daredevil defy gravity
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Now I’m curious, what breeds are on your list?
✨Golden Retrievers✨
Pomeranians
Samoyeds
Rottweilers
Irish red setters
German Shepherd (I like the black ones)
Rough Collies and Shelties
Great Pyrenees
Bernese Mountain Dogs
Cocker Spaniels
St. Bernards
Borzois
and probably more that I forgot to list!!
These are all dogs that I Especially want to cry when I see them, and that I could see myself loving / being able to meet the particular needs of their breed. I've expanded my Range a little in the two years since I brought Hugo home, since he's taught me a lot about dogs, and I could potentially take care of a baby with very different needs from the ones that he had. I'm still by no means a dog expert but. Yanno. You learn small things over time!
In the end, when I was searching for a dog a few years ago, I had a few qualifications I didn't want to budge on.
I needed a dog that's trainable, but not stubborn, a dog that's gentle and considerate with my cats and my niblings, a dog that's not too reactive, a dog with soft fur, and a dog that is affectionate.
So... Hugo is all of those things!!! He picks up skills quickly and listens (I gotta work on his Recall though), he takes extreme care around the cats and is so careful that he can be left alone with kittens and baby chicks, so being sat on / bothered / tugged on by small kids isn't even a challenge. He has never growled at anyone or anything in Irritation in his life. He's never bared his teeth. He doesn't bark at strangers or at odd noises, he doesn't snap as a response to being surprised. He's extremely pillowy soft, and his fur doesn't irritate my skin or pierce my clothes. He is extremely, extremely sweet and loving, frankly to the point that he would easily fall in love with a new owner if he was kidnapped lmao.
You can maybe see why I like goldens so much.
I got REALLY close to adopting a Pomeranian, which I'll continue to Think About, basically forever... but as someone with a predisposition for migraines, I don't want to set the dog up for failure if I'm not ready to hear bark bark bark bark bark bark bark all day. That's the ONLY downside. Maybe I invest in some noise cancelling headphones? They're beautiful dogs though, I love an animal that looks like a little rat. You ever see one of them after a bath? My god.
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Who... Names the clones...?
Like in-story, who is naming the clones?
Pep thought he was Peppino until he found out, and that was shorted to Pep. Pep named his family members. Pipper named the plushpinos, and Mr D'Angiolini named Chickpea, and presumably other the staff member clones (tho Bruno probably named himself, bc he is Bruno)
But who's naming the others? They were all referred to as numbers while in the lab and before the Tower fell - who's giving them all food-themed names outside that?
Are they even aware they have names?
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