#an uncle tim traitor

[disillusioneddanny]

Halloween Traditions Tim/Danny

Danny smiled to himself as he watched Violet run across the room doing flips and cartwheels excitedly. He glanced over at his husband and snorted. 

“Are you seriously still pouting?” He asked, arching an eyebrow at the vigilante. Tim let out a huff and crossed his arms over his chest. 

“I wanted her to be like a princess or I dunno like a robot or a zombie!” He grumbled angrily, still watching their daughter dressed in her gaudy and obnoxious costume. When the lights of their home hit it just right, the sequins seemed to shine right in Danny’s eyes. Silently, he agreed with his husband. Out of all the costumes in the world, Violet really had to pick this one for what she wanted to be for Halloween. But they were encouraging parents, they had to let their daughter choose what she wanted to make her happy. And apparently, this costume made her happy.

“I understand but we should have known better than to show her the costume with the sequins,” Danny said with a wince as Violet giggled and flew around their heads. The four-year-old was beyond happy to go trick or treating tonight with her uncles. The four men were going to be there any minute now and Danny had a feeling that Violet would get quite the reaction from her costume once they got here. 

Truly, Dick had outdone himself this year. 

It had turned into a tradition for the Wayne family upon the birth of their first niece. Each one would gift the Nightingales a costume of their vigilante personas for Violet to dress up as. On her first Halloween, she was only one month old and Danny and Tim had decided to ignore all of the costumes gifted to them and dress her as her namesake. She had worn a beautiful little violet flower costume. 

The next year Violet was one and the couple had again vetoed all of the vigilante costumes and instead dressed her up as a potato. Something that no one found funny but Tim and Danny but it was fine, they thought it was genius. 

When she was two the couple had dressed her up as a ghost, again no one was amused but the couple, but they were thriving with getting to choose their baby’s Halloween costumes and ignore all of the horrible vigilante costumes thrust at them by their family. 

Her fourth Halloween Violet had gotten old enough to actually make her own decisions for her costumes and had declared happily to her parents that she wanted to dress up like a unicorn which of course her parents happily obliged. 

This year, though, Dick was a traitor. He was a horrible scumbag of a man and Danny knew that Tim would never forgive his eldest brother for this slight against their family. He had managed to worm his way into becoming Violet’s favorite uncle and not only that, but he had shown her the wonders of Discowing.  

And somehow that had been all Violet was able to talk about this year was her desire to be sparkly like her Uncle Nightwing. And that was the biggest kick in the teeth for the couple. 

Danny had taken one look at the costume and he had been horrified. Tim had nearly sobbed in horror upon seeing the atrocious get-up. And what was worse was the fact that Dick brought his old Discowing costume out of retirement to match. 

“People are going to see Dick as Discowing and they’re going to immediately make the connection that he’s Nightwing,” Tim said with a sigh.

“I doubt it, Jason said he’s going as a zombie, Duke is going as the sun, and Damian said he’s going to be dressed up as a pirate,” Danny said with a soft laugh. “I think it’ll be enough to keep people from thinking that Dickie Grayson is Nightwing. Not everyone is as smart as you are Dear,” he said, pressing a kiss to Tim’s temple. Violet dropped from the air and landed in Tim’s lap just as the doorbell rang and the front door burst open just a moment later, the four brothers barging in without a care in the world.

“Daddy you caught me!” Violet giggled, staring up at Tim with her beautiful blue eyes. Danny just smiled down at her for a moment. The two had discussed having their little ball of ghostly joy for nearly a year before Danny had decided to get off of testosterone to have her. They had weighed out all of the pros and cons of raising a daughter and had found themselves wanting a child more than anything in the world and a year later, the twenty-two-year-olds had found themselves with the most perfect ball of joy.

“Violet!” A voice screeched, shaking Danny from his reverie and he groaned as soon as he looked up to find Dick bounding towards them to grab the four-year-old and pull her into his arms. He looked just as obnoxious as Danny was suspecting he would. 

“Are you seriously going to go out in that?” Danny asked staring at the get-up in absolute horror. 

Dick grinned and stuck his tongue out at Danny for just a moment before he turned his attention to the little girl in a matching costume. 

“Is there anything we need to know before we take Violet out for trick or treating?” Damian asked, ever the most mature out of the Wayne boys. 

Danny smiled. “Just keep her safe at all costs and make sure her grandpa remembers that she’s staying the night tonight,” he said softly, carefully wrapping his arm around Tim’s shoulders. He was sad that he was missing out on Halloween, just as he was every year since they had their daughter. But it was unfortunately unavoidable. 

This was the time of the year when the veil was at its thinnest and therefore Danny was at his most unstable. He could barely keep his human form together the week of Samhain and Tim was stuck on guard duty to keep Danny from losing control. He was armed with an improved Fenton Thermos and was given strict rules to soup Danny if his powers started to fritz out even a smidgen. 

“And what about you Ghostie?” Jason asked, walking over. Danny took a moment to take in his brother-in-law's costumes and couldn’t help the snicker that came from him. 

Jason was covered in green paint and fake blood, spirit gum covered his face like rotting skin, and his clothes were ripped and raggedy. Duke was dressed in a bright yellow jumpsuit, a headband covered his head in bright yellow that looked like sun rays. Beside him, Damian was wearing the fanciest pirate costume that Danny had ever seen and he was pretty sure that his sword was real. 

“Please don’t let Vi get close to the sword,” Danny said with a sigh before he looked back at Jason. “I’m fine, as soon as you all leave Tim is going to throw up the ghost shield and we’re probably going to watch some movies or something,” he said just as the room covered itself in a thin layer of frost and Danny winced. “My powers are a little on the fritz but hopefully we don’t have a repeat of what happened last year.”

Everyone winced at that and Danny had enough decency to look slightly embarrassed. The year before he and Tim had been having a rather quiet night when Tim had accidentally scared Danny and his ghostly wail was heard around the world. Tim had gone deaf for a good three hours before the ringing stopped and his hearing slowly came back to him.

“I can tell,” Jason said wryly. “We’ll keep the squirt safe for ya and B knows that she’s his responsibility tonight. He and Alfie are already Violet-proofing her room and the playroom,” he said. 

“You all are going to be there too, right?” Tim asked hesitantly, watching as Dick threw Violet in the air and she flipped a few times before floating back into his arms. Their daughter was a bit ghostly like Danny, not enough for this time of year to truly incapacitate her the way it did Danny but enough that she had some fun powers in her arsenal. The girl could walk through walls and fly like her father but she didn’t have a ghost form and thank the ancients she didn’t have any of Danny’s other powers it seemed. She was mostly human with just enough ghost in her to make things fun and stressful for her parents.

“We will be,” Damian said seriously with a nod. “Do not worry, Father will not accidentally traumatize her like he did on her birthday.”

Everyone shuddered at the memory. 

“Let me get her overnight bag,” Tim said, standing up. He pressed a kiss to Danny’s forehead before he left the room to get Vi’s things for the night.

Soon the brothers and Violet were on their way and Danny found himself curled up on the couch with his husband, a soft smile on his face.

“Think they’re going to be okay?” Danny asked nervously. “This is her first year going with her powers and I don’t know how prepared the guys are for it.”

Tim laughed and wrapped his arm around Danny’s shoulders as he reclined back in the couch. “They’re going to be fine Babe. How much trouble can four vigilantes and a meta kid get into?” He asked before slowly trailing off at the end. “What have we done?”

“They’ve taken her trick or treating every year,” Danny reasoned. “Surely it won’t be worse this year. Besides she only has the intangibility and the flying,” he said carefully. “They wouldn’t lose her.”

“They won’t lose her,” Tim said but Danny could tell just from looking at his husband that he believed the words just as much as Danny did. Tim was quiet for a moment as he contemplated it for a moment. “If I left the ghost shield up would you be fine on your own while I stalk them?”

Danny sighed and looked around the frost that covered their house and let out a breath. “Just soup me and take me with you. That way if something happens I can help you out at least a little bit.”

“Are you sure you want me to soup you?” Tim asked hesitantly, his hand already reaching for the thermos tucked underneath the couch. 

Danny let out a huff and nodded his head. “Just don’t drop me again,” he said before Tim leaned forward, gave him a kiss before opening the thermos and sucking Danny into it. 

Tim quickly set to work. He first changed from his pajamas to his Red Robin gear and quickly locked up the house before he went off to track his family. 

“ It can’t be that bad, could it?” Danny asked through the comms device. The new thermos was upgraded so that if Danny was ever souped in it for whatever reason he was still able to communicate with the Bats. It was primarily made because of Halloween and when Danny lost control of his powers but they had used it other times as well whenever Danny was hurt on patrol and needed to be taken back to the cave or if he had to be hidden away from Amateaur ghost hunters who didn’t know when to quit. 

“Knowing those idiots? Definitely,” Tim ground out before he climbed to the top of a building and tracked the movements of his family. 

.....

“Violet, honey, don’t forget that you’re supposed to hold our hand the entire time,”  Jason reminded as Violet phased her hand from Dick’s grip and tried to run ahead only for Duke to grab her and pull her back. Somehow, they weren’t sure how yet, but his powers made it where Violet’s intangibility didn’t work on her which meant he was on ghost duty for the night. 

“But you’re being so slow,” she groaned, stomping her foot.

“We’re being slow because there’s a bunch of people who are out and we don’t want to lose you,” Dick said, looking down at the girl. “Besides, I’m pretty sure your dads gave you very strict rules about when you’re allowed to use your powers. Right?”

Violet grumbled under her breath and attempted to tug her hand away from Duke who only held on tighter. 

“Violet, mumbling is unbecoming,” Damian chided. “And if you behave during our trick-or-treat session then I will allow you to play with my sword upon our arrival at the manor.”

Violet perked up at that and looked up at her uncle. “Can I stab Grandpa Bruce with it?” She asked, her blue eyes twinkling with mischief. 

“Absolutely,” Jason said at the same time the other Duke and Dick let out a loud no. 

Damian hummed. “If you manage to do it without using your powers then yes,” he said. 

“Damian!” Dick gasped out. “Tim said no weapons.”

“What Dad doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” Violet said and Jason chuckled in response, he taught his niece so well.

“No, absolutely not,” Dick declared. “You are not stabbing your Grandpa Bruce with a sword. You can stab Jason instead, or a training dummy.”

“I guess,” Violet said with a huff as she leaned into Duke’s side, the man simply chuckled and ruffled her hair with his free hand. 

“When did you get to be so stabby Baby Ghost?” Duke asked him curiously. The girl merely shrugged her shoulders in response. 

“I dunno, Youngblood, and I like to play pirates a lot,” she said with a small smile, referring to her cousin. 

The group of five made it to the next door on the block and Duke led the little girl up to the door as the other three stood back. 

“You can come out now Tim,” Jason said lazily. Tim huffed and slipped out of the shadows of the house he had been hiding in. 

“You told her she could stab Bruce!” He exclaimed. “You can’t just encourage violence like that! She’s supposed to be acting like an ordinary girl not–”

“You let her play with ghosts,” Dick pointed out. “Not only that but both of her parents and all of her aunts and uncles are vigilantes and she has powers. The only normal person in her family is Jazz and she’s scarier than all of us combined,” he said with a shudder, thinking back on the time the redhead had been the defense attorney on a case that Dick had to be a witness for. She was a force to be reckoned with and Dick was terrified of the woman.  

“Danny said that his side of the family doesn’t let Vi play with knives.”

“Remind Danny that his parents are in Blackgate,” Damian said with a huff. 

“He resents that,” Tim said, repeating his husband's response. 

“Oh my god, is he souped right now?” Jason asked, reaching over and grabbing the thermos from Tim. “How’s it feel to be souped up like a little bitch?” he whispered into the mic attached to the thermos. 

“Danny said he has no problem sharing the space with your smell Revenant ass,” Tim said with a snicker just as Duke started back towards them with Violet in tow. He narrowed his eyes at his brothers before snatching Danny away from Jason. “No weapons, no stabbings. I’ve got my eyes on you dumbasses and I will release my ridiculously overpowered husband to torment you all if you lose my baby.”

Dick rolled his eyes. “Calm down Baby Bat. This is our fifth Halloween with Violet, we won’t let anything happen to her,” he said. “Powers or no powers,” he said before he eyed the thermos that Danny was sitting in. 

“Don’t even think about souping my child,” Tim hissed before he disappeared into the shadows once more. 

The rest of the night blessedly went off without a hitch. Tim and his souped-up husband kept an eye on Tim’s brothers for the rest of the night until he saw the ghost shield go up around Wayne Manor and felt just a little bit better.

He soon found himself back in his own home with Danny curled up next to him as he let out a breath of air. “The new thermos is roomier but man it’s still so uncomfortable,” Danny said with a whine as Tim ran his fingers through his husband’s hair. 

“We can go back to the lab and figure it out later,” Tim hummed. “How are you feeling?”

“Sleepy. But also like I could destroy the entire world if I hiccuped,” Danny said with a chuckle before he let out a yawn. Before Tim could respond his cell phone went off. 

“It’s Duke,” Tim said before he answered. 

“Tim, we have a bit of a problem. Not sure if we need Danny to get her down or if you have any tips or tricks. But Violet is on one of the chandeliers and the only one who can get to her is Dick but she goes intangible every time he gets close to her,” Duke rushed out, his words smashing together.

“Danny would likely destroy the entire manor if he even tried to get her down. She’ll tire herself out eventually just get her when she does,” Tim said with a sigh. 

“You got it, have fun you two,” Duke said before hanging up the phone. 

“How did we have a daughter who acts just like Dick of all people?” Tim asked as he tossed his phone onto the coffee table. 

“I couldn’t tell you,” Danny said with a sigh as he flicked through the movies on their television. “How does Nightmare Before Christmas sound?”

“That’s a Christmas movie,” Tim said, crinkling his nose. 

“It’s a Halloween movie too,” Danny huffed out. “It’s both.”

“No, it isn’t. It’s not even about Halloween, it’s literally about Christmas.”

“It’s about Halloween too!” Danny argued before turning the movie on. “I’m right and you’re wrong so we’re watching it so I can prove it to you.”

“I can’t believe you’re making me watch a Christmas movie on Halloween,” Tim complained. Danny just chuckled and leaned up to give his husband a soft kiss. 

“I love you,” he murmured. 

“I love you too,” Tim said with a small smile as the beginning of the movie started up. Sure their Halloween traditions were a little strange but Tim had to admit, he wouldn’t have them any other way.

#dpxdc #danny phantom #dp x dc #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #dis writes #batman #danny fenton #dis dreams #dc x dp crossover

[adhdslugcrimes]

Bruce: so we need to find out who's the vampire King and get him taking care of.

Wally, through comms: well if you will help me in fuckin Central City I could tell you who he is!

Bruce: Wallace we have more pressing matters then your problem taking over your deceased uncle mantle, his villain are weak you are being dramatic.

Wally: I am going to need you to act like your hairline and take a few steps back because, one they are vampires too so they're harder to deal with being basically all by myself, and two I'm not taking disrespect from a man who has all these children and doesn't be there for them emotionally because he rather be a "lone wolf" when the whole reason you are where you are is because Alfred and your kids, they literally made you a better hero then alone and keep your old ancient ass alive even after you ruined Alfred favorite rug. I'm joining the hot vampire King, he would respect me better. I hope you step on several Legos and then sit on them.

Bruce: *speechless*

Jason: man, you pissed off a speedster? The literally humanoid version of sunshine and rainbows.

Duke: he ate and left no crumbs.

Tim: came for his throat god damn.

Steph: and the receding hairline.

Bruce: shut up...

Cass: Bruce apologize, we need all the help we can get.

Bruce: no, I won't if he wants to be a traitor then he can be.

Dick, the vampire King just enjoy he's husband going off on Bruce: Cass is right.

Bruce: we don't need him.

Dick: okay then Bruce, let's hope we don't need him.

#dick grayson #wally west #jason todd #bruce wayne #tim drake #batfam #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #duke thomas #birdflash #dc vampires #dick to wally when he joins: so you find me hot like this? #wally: hun you know I'm a monster fucker tf you surprised about? #wally had enough

[arobinwithoutbatman]

Tim Drake's Life Experiences

killed someone under orders | had someone killed on their orders | killed someone in self defense | spared someone’s life | invented something | beenhungover | kissed someone | slow-danced | been in a long-term relationship | had sex | had sex and regretted it | had a one-night stand | had a threesome | experimented with their sexuality | had a kid | adopted a kid | wanted to have a family with someone | done something on impulse they regretted | gone traveling | had a bounty put on them | eaten an insect | been groped by a stranger | been groped by someone they know | been dumped | dumped someone | smoked | gotten high | flirted with someone to get free drinks | put someone in a headlock | won a bet | lost a bet | forgiven someone who wronged them | indulged in petty revenge | hallucinated | has a noticeable physical defect | gotten a noticeable scar | been permanently disfigured through injury | kneed someone in thegroin | had an unattainable crush | laughed themselves to the point of tears | been kidnapped | been brainwashed/hypnotised | had a recurring nightmare | been bullied | bullied someone | experienced survivor’s guilt | been tied/chained up | given someone a massage | received a massage | been backed up against a wall | shot someone | stabbed someone | saved someone’s life | cheated on someone | been cheated on | been in an open relationship | had a friendship with benefits | been in a queerplatonic relationship | had a stalker | beenbetrayed | been a traitor | been possessed | been ina bar fight | been thrown out of a bar | been arrested | broken out of jail | been to a funeral | been to a brothel | had surgery | broken someone’s trust | broken someone’s heart | had their heart broken | broken/damaged something out of anger | broken/damaged something out of spite | gotten a piercing | gotten a tattoo | used a fake name | been beaten up | been tortured | tortured others | been abused | been blackmailed | gotten away with a crime | framed someone else for a crime they committed | shared a bed platonically | been in love | suffered from sleep paralysis | been forced to flee their home | learned a new language | joined a rebellion | fought on the losing side of a war | fought on the winning side of a war | become a godparent | become an aunt/uncle

Tagged by: @twcfaces

Tagging: Literally anyone who wants to do this

#Headcanons #((damn Tim's been through more than I thought)) #((to be fair a good chunk of that is just from being a vigilante))

[realhankmccoy]

A Lion

Calls himself a lion Like all assholes Although occasionally a lion will be just a narcissist They call themselves lions Because they feel no shame About being predators And about having the minds of six year old children When it comes to naming An animal They refer to the majority of humanity As sheep A tasty treat to be eaten This sort of sociopathy and identification with the predator Has long existed In the worst examples of abuse of power In the primate species known as Heterosapiens They make themselves as the monsters of history With the lion A history we work to wake up from They will never be human, merely dysfunctional, predators Causing blood to be spilled Like Jesus spilled it from the cross As he ages, his intense "look at my superiority' glare The glare of a predator Will age into Trumpian stankface As he grows more and more dissatisfied With his life And with society, for it is easy to cast shame and blame Onto others, never apeself It is only a small step for an ape To think That an ape could be In its own brain Akin to a lion One small step for ape Especially when its thighs have grown so swollen From the machines That it's hard to walk Without them brushing up Against One another Candace Owens (@realcandaceowens) on Instagram: “Serious question. Help a lion understand the mentality of sheep.”

#candace owens #uncle tim #an uncle tim traitor #liberals are the real racists #climate change is a hoax #picture a lion studying Economics 101 #lion #mentality of sheep #help #not just anybody #can a lion solve climate change

[river-bottom-nightmare]

i love thinking about how wally’s definition of a hero changed and evolved over time.

every kid thinks their parents are heroes, at least at first. for a couple, that hero-worship lasts well into adulthood. for others, it fizzles away in mutual laughs when they sit behind a wheel for the first time and shush their parents’ backseat driving, or when they take successfully take control of the kitchen for a night. and for some, it slips away much earlier. because rudy talked loudly at dinner about the trust his boss was placing in him at work, smiling smugly at wally as though telling him to take notes. but wally noticed him yelling at his mother when coming home from work, his steps stumbling, his posture menacing over the smaller but no less angry form. and wally had to bite back protests when rudy sneered about aunt iris, spitting the fact that she was adopted in her face, nevermind that she seemed to care for the west family more than anyone else in it. (saying this aloud would only end with a backhand to the face or a belt to the back, though, so wally kept quiet.) and, anyway, when wally grew up and helped the green lanterns slam the doors of a prison cell shut on his fathers face, wearing a manhunter uniform and looking for all the world like the traitor to humanity he was, wally was grateful his hero worship had drizzled down the drain early.

aunt iris was brilliant, aunt iris was kind, aunt iris was beautiful, but aunt iris was human. she stuck bandaids over wally’s scraped knees with gentle fingers and danced in the kitchen of a little apartment while she made wally’s favourite version of mac and cheese. she was real and present and there, but she wasn’t really a hero. because the world seemed to have a new definition of “hero”. there was a man with a cape and a symbol of hope flying unattainably high over metropolis, there were arrows sticking out of steel walls in star city, there were hushed whispers of a leather-clad demon and a beam of brutal light fluttering around him in gotham. but central city? wally’s home? had someone who could run faster than the speed of sound with lightning crackling in his wake, had someone who exuded sheer power, had someone who laughed in two-second television appearances, had someone who made jokes with kids he was saving to calm them down, had someone who cared about the city so goddamn much. he was everything wally had ever seen in a hero, and when aunt iris and her new boyfriend barry (wally kind of liked the guy so far) took him to the flash museum, wally stood in the center of it. he made a slow turn, taking in everything he could see and hear and feel. “s” could mean hope and a bat could mean vengeance, but that red and yellow bolt of lightning meant power to wally, benevolent and uplifting power that made the lives of everyone it touched brighter. 

it took a christmas when wally was in 5th grade for him to realize that the flash was a hero of the people. central city loved him, and the flash loved them right back. but when wally was zapped with lighting, feeling unimaginable pain coursing through every single nerve in his body, barely even registering the chemicals that had gotten into his mouth, it was his uncle barry’s face looking down at him. it was uncle barry that never let go of his hand in the hospital, it was uncle barry that held him up every step of the way when his new powers (his new powers!) left him a stumbling, newborn foal. it was uncle barry that explained every single part of what happened to him, then at wally’s shy insistence, happily showed him around his lab. it was uncle barry that scoffed at his homework and wrote up some much more engaging problems for wally to do for fun. and it was uncle barry that presented him with his very own suit for christmas during that memorable 5th grade, and lifted him up easy as breathing when wally barreled into him for a hug. the flash was the hero of the people, but barry was wally’s hero.

of course, with his new name and new identity and new powers, he was exposed to a network of more super-people. superman was kind, if a bit bumbling. wonder woman’s biceps were bigger than wally’s entire head, but her laugh was as kind as aunt iris’ when wally told her that, and her grip was strong yet gentle when she scooped wally up and let him ride on her shoulders. uncle barry, no, the flash pouted theatrically when wally told him green lantern was funnier than him, but he cheered up when wally gave him a hug. batman was...well, first of all, real. wally honestly hadn’t believed he existed, and stepping cautiously into the batcave for the first time, wally couldn’t reconcile the near-invisible black mass moving silently around an outrageously high-tech cave with a human being. the reason for batman’s invitation became clear soon, though, because if the darkness was real, that meant the light had to be, too. robin was everything wally had ever imagined and more. he one-upped wally’s jokes with puns of his own and broke a man’s nose with a backflip and balanced on top of a telephone wire like he was walking on concrete and ordered curly fries exactly the way wally liked them. wally couldn’t do anything but marvel. 

over the years, he realized a couple things about his best friend. first, dick grayson, from the very beginning, had cast aside the notion of being “batman’s sidekick.” robin wasn’t a continuation of batman. robin was different, in everything from costume to demeanor to fighting style. dick wasn’t following batman’s legacy, he was creating his own. second, no matter how many times dick’s world burned down, he would always rebuild it. nightwing was a fitting name, a sort of poetic justice to it that wally himself never would have considered had dick not pointed it out. when robin was taken away from him, and the two of them lay huddled together, seething and devastated on clark kent’s couch, he built himself up again as nightwing. when jason todd was murdered, the robin suit cast aside as if caught up in a curse, dick wept at his mistakes, then did everything possible to correct them, gently but insistently shaping tim drake into a damn near perfect vigilante, an artist turning soft clay into an unbreakable vase. when dick’s memory was ripped away from him, with time he clawed his way back; when his father was killed, he built up batman again and honoured him the only way he knew how; when the feeling of touch and sensation and love that he used to adore was brutalized into the opposite by a spider, he broke apart in the presence of the titans, placing his trust in their capable hands, then with their help, stood taller than he ever had before. the amount of strength that took was awe-inspiring to wally. finally, third, dick never lost his light. the warmth that draws everyone to him, the kindness that healed their wounds, the mischievousness that broke their chains of despair and buoyed them upward in laughter. he never once lost it. he didn’t let many people see his breakdowns or his temper, but no matter the witness, he chose light over succumbing to the damning, over and over and over again.

a hero is someone you idolize, someone you aspire to be. wally had been trying to embody what dick stood for almost the entire time he knew him. from the way dick hugged him, the way the titans supported him unconditionally, the way the justice league respected him, the way central city loved the flash fiercely, and he loved them right back, wally liked to think he’d been successful.

that post about central city having a flash museum was the inspo for this. it did,,,,,get away from me a little at the end, and i got swept up in birdflash feels, but oh well. you get what i mean.

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[danny-chase]

That "enhanced" training with Tim. It ties in to the Savior. Yeah, Batman does things like that. (I do know Tim stans who are STARTING to get that Bruce and Ra's are manipulative pricks whose opinions should be taken with a grain of salt, but that seems to be a standard mentor hazard.)

I'm sorry this has also been sitting in my inbox for so long because I don't think I'm sure I know what you mean. I do think Bruce does genuinely try with Tim, at least in the 1-year later event. He's actually shown to be a pretty good dad in that stuff, though before hand he had his bad moments (like the time he tried to convince Tim one of the bats was a traitor which i think is what you're referring to). It's kind of weird because he gives Tim praise for things like lying to him (he gives him a promotion after the fake uncle incident). What really gets me is Bruce's (and Tim's too really) double standards with Stephanie, it comes off as very hypocritical for him to be oh so against her joining the team and training when he pretty much let Tim waltz on in.

The other thing to consider is that Bruce is well... biased. His opinion of his kids will always be colored by his own projection and idealized versions of them. He'll talk both Tim and Dick up any day, any time, because he's a proud parent... but this also causes some oversight when he's unable to see them struggling.

Ra's is a different story, ngl I read Resurrections of Ra's al Ghul and spent most of it confused.

#asks #anon

[phoukanamedpookie]

Glimmers of hope: signs that Azula can change

I see a lot of posts from people who want a transformation arc for Azula yet Azula’s potential for change is treated as more theoretical than actual.

I get why that is. The show sort of spells it out for us with Zuko. He has big, dramatic moments where he demonstrates his capacity for selflessness like saving a crewman’s life during “The Storm” and trying to save Zhao in ‘The Siege of the North.” 

Compared to that, evidence of Azula’s potential to change her life around is decidedly scant.

However!

There’s two critical pieces of information to keep in mind.

Zuko’s transformation was pretty much in the bag from the beginning. The only question was when.

Azula's character is a lot less straightforward than Zuko’s.

Taking those two things into account, you can’t expect Azula to demonstrate her capacity to change for the better in as obvious a way as Zuko. You have to read between the lines.

This is not easy. Azula hides her true motives and actively suppresses behavior that her environment deems weakness. Furthermore, she goes to great lengths to maintain absolute control over everything and everyone, including herself.

With that in mind, there are several things Azula did that really stick out for me that show her capacity for self-improvement. Due to the fact that I don’t want to be at this all day, I’m going to focus on things that Azula actively does, not things she passively refrains from doing. So stuff like not executing Mai and Ty Lee after they betray her? Not bothering with it.

1. “Believe it or not, I’m looking out for you.”

Early on in Book 3, we see hints of Azula’s ability to genuinely care for someone other than herself.

She gives Zuko the credit for slaying the Avatar, allowing him to return home as a war hero and resume his place as crown prince. Essentially, she’s giving him what he said he’s always wanted on a silver platter. For someone as shrewd and ambitious as Azula, it’s an extraordinarily generous gesture because there’s no benefit to doing this, but a whole lot of risk if the truth ever came out.

Later, when Zuko barges into her room while she’s asleep and hounds her about hidden motives, she “confesses” to doing it so that he’ll be humiliated if the Avatar was still alive. But would Azula put forth all that effort just to have Zuko as a fall guy, or is she, in her subtle way, reminding Zuko that if the Avatar remains a loose end, he needs to take care of it?

Then, Azula warns Zuko about being seen visiting Iroh. Frankly, it’d work in her favor to sit back and let Zuko get himself in hot water for “plotting” with a known traitor to the Fire Nation. But she doesn’t do that. Instead, she goes out of her way to spell out the repercussions of his secret visits to their uncle, pulling him out of deep shit before he steps in it.

2. "Okay, okay, calm down. I didn’t mean what I said. Look, maybe I just said it because I was a little...jealous.”

God, I love “The Beach.” It’s the closest thing we get to “Azula Alone,” and there are so many hidden gems in this episode.

Remember way back in “Zuko Alone,” when Azula felt jealous of Ty Lee’s acrobatic ability? How did she react then? She shoved Ty Lee down to the ground and laughed. 

But in this episode, when she feels jealous of Ty Lee, she verbally cuts her down, but when faced with Ty Lee’s tears, she immediately does three things that most would think her unable or unwilling to do: express regret for what she said, try to comfort or reassure Ty Lee, and make herself vulnerable by confessing that jealousy made her do it. And her tone and body language are  soft, even gentle, two words most would not associate with her. Then, even more “out of character,” she asks for Ty Lee’s help and accepts it.

Despite what she or others may believe, Azula is not an unfeeling monster. She’s not missing some crucial human element that “normal” people have. She’s capable of changing her behavior because she recognizes the pain it causes others. For someone who spends most of her time in an environment punishes compassion and rewards cruelty, this is huge.

Her willingness to make herself vulnerable by confessing her jealousy and asking for Ty Lee’s help hints that she’s starting to recognize that it’s not weakness to need or ask for help. This is a big deal for someone who’s been taught that any kind of vulnerability is weakness.

On top of that, no one is watching when this happens. No one is there to reward Azula for doing the “right” thing or punish her for doing the “wrong” thing. She’s making this choice all on her own. It’s not a performance. It’s a genuine human moment.

3. "You think I’m a monster.” “I think you’re confused.”

Most people take Azula’s hallucination of Ursa as a sign of how messed up she is. It’s tempting to make the scene all about her issues with her mother, but there’s more going on than that.

The first time we get a glimpse of Azula’s point of view, her inner demons have caught up with her. It’s a hard scene to watch, but if you look carefully, there are signs of hope.

An important thing to remember about this scene is that it’s not a dialogue. It takes the form of a dialogue, but this is not Ursa and Azula speaking as separate entities. It’s Azula speaking and thinking to herself. In another post, I likened Azula to Ophelia. In keeping with the Shakespeare theme, this scene is akin to Hamlet’s soliloquy. It’s King Lear at Dover. It’s Lady Macbeth washing her hands.

It’s tough to watch a character as composed and capable as Azula start to fall apart like this, but it reveals something critical. Azula is aware that she uses fear to control people, but she doesn’t want to.

It’s almost impossible to overstate how important this is. Azula may or may not be on her way to becoming a monster, but she damn sure doesn’t want to be one.

#azula #atla meta #azula meta #azula redemption

[settledthingsstrange]

One dogma of this new religion is that America “needs to have a conversation” about race. But Americans have been talking about race since at least the 1860s. Nobody is trying to avoid talking about race, but many are trying to control what is said. ... I am a descendant of slaves and a child of the Great Migration, but antiracists will tell you that I’m not really black. I suffer from internalized racism, they insist; I’m trying to “curry favor with white people.” They dismiss me and other black nonconformists as sellouts, traitors, or Uncle Toms who are “skinfolk, but not kinfolk.” Consider the slurs that the voices of “tolerance” have flung at Sen. Tim Scott since he gave the Republican response to Joe Biden’s State of the Union address. What does it tell us about our “conversation” about race that the very people who demand it would exclude unconventional black thinkers like Thomas Sowell, Carol Swain, Shelby Steele, John McWhorter and the late Walter Williams? There is no rational debate in the church of antiracism, for it demands a blind faith. And it is punitive, for it is a religion without grace.

Voddie Baucham, “Why antiracism zealots are trying to silence black voices like mine”

[teentitanimals]

Pokemon Go Teams

Look I have no idea if Pokemon Go is still a thing but I just though this'd be funny

Team Mystic

Leader - Dick

Babs

Harper

Helena

Charlie

Sasha

Team Valor

Leader - Jason

Steph

Duke

Mar'i

Alina

Selina

Team Instinct

Leader - Tim

Cass

Damian

Cullen

Carrie

Claire

Dick, Jason and Tim were not the first to get the game. But they were the first to start turning it into a heated competition, and therefore elected themselves the "leaders". Not every agrees with their leadership (coughDamiancough), but it stuck nonetheless.

Damian is absolutely furious that he unknowingly picked the same team as Tim. That being said, he now has a begrudgingly loyalty to defend Tim only when it comes to Pokemon Go.

Dick expected Mar'i to choose the same team as him, and was devasted to find out she had picked the the same team as Uncle Jason. He accuses Jason of corrupting her.

On the flip side, Jason thought Sasha would have joined the same team as him, and was shocked to find she had already chosen Mystic. She said she could switch to Valor, she didn't care even if she had to restart the game, but he had basically said "No, no, it's fine. You've made your choice, traitor. Now stick with it."

Damian and Carrie both expected their precious little sister Alina to join them, but betrayal struck again as she choose Valor. She simply choose it because she liked Moltres the best, but Jason plays it like he swayed her over to his side.

Team Instinct is also referred to as "Team C" seeing as they have an overwhelming amount of C-people in their group. This made Team Valor claim "and Mystic's Team B, because we're obviously Team A", which resulted in a huge fight over who has team A and B.

Harper and Cullen often conspire together... And backstab each other.

Selina definitely joined just to piss Bruce off and now takes it very seriously. Valor always uses Selina as their “you have Cass???? WELL WE HAVE CATMOM!!!!”

idk i had more, please feel free to add more!!!!!

#batfam memes #batfam #batfamily #batfamily fluff #batman memes #batman and robin #dick grayson #tim drake #jason todd #damian wayne #alina wayne #carrie kelley #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #harper row #barbara gordon

[cultml]

Rufo didn’t play his game, again rejecting the concept; reiterating the fact that he is an individual, not a member of a collective. Hill had baited his hook and came up empty, much to his chagrin.

I would’ve handled it differently. I am not an academic, nor am I one to suffer racists or casually. Or fools, as they generally go hand in hand.

My answer would’ve been blunt – What I like about being white is I’m free to think anything I like; believe anything politically and not be prejudged by liberals for it. I don’t have people assuming I vote a specific way, for a particular party, simply because of my skin color. That no matter what I believe, I won’t be called a traitor to my race, a sell-out, or some racial slur like “Uncle Tom,” or “Uncle Tim.”

[sweet-sammy-kisses]

You’re the Only Sweet I Want

Written for day 1 of JayTim week. Prompt: Chef/Bakery Summary: It has been five years since Jason Todd has laid eyes on Tim Drake since he walked away from the Bat-family and left Gotham behind. So imagine his surprise when he is talked into visiting a bakery by Lian.

Tim Drake put his life as Red Robin behind him. He moved on beyond his heartbreak of losing his family and found a new one, or that is what he tells himself. When Jason Todd comes back into his life everything comes rushing back including his feelings for Jason.

Now that Jason has finally found Tim he doesn't plan on letting him slip through his fingers again and he is finally going to get a taste of what he has been dreaming of. Notes: This is a chapter story it will be four chapters using the first four days prompts for the JayTim week. This is also my first time writing JayTim.  Rating: it will be Mature It is also on AO3

"Hey, boss man we have another order for your mocha coffee cakes!" Owens announced as he entered the kitchen of the small bakery.

Tim Drake blinked at his friend and co-worker. "We have already sold out the ones I made this morning?" Tim knew that it was a hot seller but he didn't think they would sell out this early.

Owens grinned at Tim, taking delight in the flour that dusted his cheeks. "Yep," he made sure to pop the p in the way that he annoyed the other baker.

Pru glared at Owens, she knew he did that just because it made her eye twitch which it did. "If you bothered looking I just finished up another batch." She growled out.

Not at all effected by Pru's glare, Owens grinned at her, "Thanks, love." Picking up the new batch that had been off to the side cooling he exited through the swinging door and back out into the main part of the bakery.

Tim Drake shook his head if anyone told him five years ago that after saving Bruce from being lost in the timeline he had hung up his cape, left Gotham in the dust, and started over in San Francisco with his friends. It was completely Conner's fault that he opened up a bakery with three former assassins.

After saving Bruce Tim had found himself adrift from the those he once called family, his relationship with Dick had been torn to shreds by the actions before he left, Dick taking Robin from him, thinking he was crazy, suggesting that he go to Arkham and leading to his creditability being destroyed in the hero community. The only ones who believed him and stood by him where Conner, Bart, Cass, and Cassie after Conner talked to her.

Tim loved his brother, he truly did. Dick had been the first person to hug him and show him any kind of love to have it ripped away from him had left deep scars that still haven't healed. He thought Dick had truly thought of him as a brother but the moment Damian arrived it seemed that Dick had slowly begun replacing Tim with Damian. The fact that Dick never spoke up when Damian verbally and emotionally abused him, told him he wasn't wanted or part of the family and the fact that he stayed silent when Damian tried to kill him showed Tim how much he meant to Dick.

It hurt.

Tim had nothing left in Gotham and he had found a new family in Pru, Z, Owens and he had Conner, Cass, Cassie, Bart, Gar, and Raven. Tim might have lost the Bat-family but he had created a new family from those who cared for him, he was happy.

+*****+

Jason Todd grumbled under his breath, he couldn't believe that Kory had talked him into this. "It was a dirty trick using Lian like that." The famous and feared Red Hood brought down by a pair of doe-eyes and a sweet "Please Uncle Jay?"

Kory smiled sweetly as she turned her head to look at Jason from where she was walking ahead with Lian holding her hand and skipping along beside her. "You know I play to win, Jason."

Roy, Jason traitor of a best friend, just grinned as he flung his arm around Jason's shoulders. "Cheer up Jaybird. I heard this place is the bomb. It is like eating ambrosia itself."

Jason, who had learned to cook at the hands of Alfred Pennyworth very much doubted that. "I guess we'll see when we get there."

Roy could only shake his head, "Don't be such a food snob. Not everyone can compete with the great Alfred."

Jason had to admit that Roy had a point, "Fine I'll give this place a shot."

"I knew you would see it our way. If you didn't Lian was prepared to unleash her puppy eyes." Roy happily informed Jason who snarled at his friend smile.

So wrapped up no one noticed two sets of eyes watching them and widening when they realized where they were heading.

+*****+

Tim had just finished up his raspberry and chocolate scones that were sitting beside his chocolate-dipped strawberries ready to be taken out when a breeze blew his hair to one side. Tim let out a deep breath, he was used to Bart and Conner using their super speed to arrive at his shop. "Your stuff is its usual place."

"RedHoodStarfireRoyandLianareontheirwayhere," Bart informed Tim as he vibed in and out of his spot.

It took a second for Tim to understand Bart's words and when he did he turned a worrying shade of white.

It had been five years since he left and not one of the Bat-family but Cass had looked for him or reached out to him and now Jason Todd, Tim's Robin, his first crush was on his way here. "There has to be a mistake."

Conner, well aware of Tim's feelings for Jason shook his head. "Sorry man but we saw them with our own eyes. You don't have to see them just let Owens or Z deal with them."

Tim knew that his friends would do it without question but no he didn't want that. "No. This is my place and I am tired of hiding from them. It has been five years and while I doubt that Jason has come here actually looking for me, I want him and the others to know that I have moved on from them and they no longer have any power over me."

Conner couldn't help but grin, this was the Tim he remembers, his best friend who wouldn't let anyone walk over him. "You go! We have got your back!" Conner reassured him.

Bart nodded, "I mean I doubt we can take Red Hood but we will try." He promised.

Tim felt a smile appear on his face, he loves his friends, his family.

+*****+

"Robin's Sweets? Really?" Jason rolled his eyes, he did find it odd that the store colors were more in replacement's colors when he changed his suit to reflect on when he lost Conner.

Jason shoved the feeling of longing deep down, it had been five years since Tim disappeared from the family and Gotham after he saved Bruce. It took six months before anyone did anything. Dick had reached out to Gar and Raven of the Titans if they had seen Tim only for them to tell him that while they had Tim wanted nothing to do with them. Jason couldn't blame Tim, not after the way they treated him. Now that he was free of the pit madness he wanted nothing more to make amends with Tim. Only he couldn't find him. The only one in the family who had any clue as to where Tim was is Cass and she wasn't talking, everyone knew that Tim was her favorite.

"Brother hurt. Reach out when he wants to. Not push him."

Cass's words haunted Jason as he knew they did Dick and Bruce, he wasn't sure about Damian but the demon spawn had mellowed somewhat under Dick's teachings and he seemed to understand how he treated Tim was wrong.

All of them realized how they treated Tim was wrong. Dick carried a lot of guilt about what had happened when Bruce had been lost in the time stream. For the first year, Dick had swung from rage at himself to weepy over the fact that he lost Tim. He had gotten better but Jason knew that he still blamed himself for how he treated Tim.

Bruce, well he had shut down. Jason hadn't understood it until Alfred explained it to him.

"Master Tim was a light when Master Bruce needed it the most. Losing you sent him into a dark place and it was only Master Tim's arrival that pulled him out of it. Master Tim has done so much for this family and when he needed us the most we let him down. I let him down. I should have talked to Master Dick more when took Robin from him. I should have made sure he knew that he had my support."

Jason had never seen Alfred look so broken. It wasn't just Bruce who had lost his light so had Alfred, "Don't worry we will find baby bird and let him know how much we care about him."

Jason was pulled out of his thoughts when he was pulled into the bakery by Roy and he came to a complete stop.

The last thing Jason expected to see was three of Ra's elite assassins working the fucking counter. "What the hell are you three doing here?" Jason hissed, wishing that he had his guns and grateful that no one else was currently in the shop, he didn't want anyone to get hurt.

Kory recognizing Jason's tone gently pushed Lian behind her, ready to get her to safety if the need calls for it.

"What are you doing here Todd?" Z asked with a raised eyebrow.

"None of your freaking business." Jason made it his goal not to swear when Lian was around him.

Tensions began to rise but before anyone could do anything the long lost bird, the young man who haunted his dreams exited the kitchen with his two best friends behind him.

"Hold it! There will be no fighting in my shop!" Tim Drake growled out in his best Batman voice, one that demanded you listen to him and obey or he will kick your ass.

"Tim." Jason couldn't believe it after five long years Timothy Drake-Wayne was standing before him. Jason didn't care if Tim had dropped the Wayne from his last name he was still a Wayne and a part of the family.

"Hello, Jason." Tim could feel his heart pounding at the sight of his first love standing before him, the man he had never been able not to stop loving. "Z, you are in charge make sure that there is no fighting. Bart, get Lian the coloring books and crayons. Jason, you come with me." Tim turned on his heel and headed back into the kitchen.

Before Jason could move to follow him Conner appeared in front of him. "Hurt Tim and I will end you," Conner growled out.

Jason would admit, not out loud of course, that he was pretty impressed with Conner's guts. "I won't." He would do his best not to hurt Tim, not again.

Conner studied Jason for a few more seconds before he nodded and let Jason pass him.

Tim had his arms crossed his chest as Jason entered the kitchen. "So when can I expect the rest of the Bats to arrive?" Tim demanded to know, he wasn't sure if he was ready to see them again.

Despite the brave act he put on Jason could see a hint of fear in Tim's eyes. "They don't know you're here. Lian heard about this place and she used her doe-eyes to convince us to come here. I won't tell them you are here baby bird, that isn't my place." Jason promised and he felt his eyebrow raise when he saw a faint blush appear on Tim's face at the nickname. 'Interesting.' Jason would file that way for future use.

Letting out a sigh Tim ran his fingers through his hair, Jason never thought that he would be jealous of fingers. "I don't know why but I believe you. Come on let's join them before Lian has my employees wrapped around her little finger."

Jason let Tim go first and he found his eyes drawn to a certain part of Tim's body, he felt his mouth go dry at the way those tight jeans clung to Tim's body and highlight his ass, leaving little to the imagination and Jason had a very good imagination.

Exiting the kitchen Tim and Jason both smiled at the sight of Lian having taken command had everyone sitting around the table coloring.

Lian's face lit up at the sight of them, "Uncle Jason! Uncle Tim! Come join us!"

"You don't want to disappoint her, no do you baby bird?" Jason purred in Tim's ear as he passed him.

Tim hadn't even noticed when Jason had gotten that close to him and shivered as Jason's body brushed against his. Tim found his eyes drawn to Jason's thighs and licked his suddenly dry lips as he recalled his fantasies of riding those strong things. 'Nope now is not the time.' Tim firmly told himself as he moved to join them.

+*****+

Jason had to admit that Tim certainly knew what he was doing, "Alfred would be proud." He told Tim as he finished off the last of the caramel nut muffin he had ordered.

"Thank you." That was high praise to Tim.

"It was so good Uncle Tim," Lian added from where she was finishing up her warm brownie with ice cream, smears on chocolate on her face.

"Thank you, Lian." Tim could see why Lian had everyone wrapped around her little finger, she was adorable.

"Dude so good," Roy added as he finished off his blueberry scone.

Kory let out a moan of bliss as she finished off the last of her chocolate cheesecake, a sound that had almost everyone feeling envious of that cake.

"Yeah baby bird, we will be stopping by quite a bit while we are in the city," Jason vowed.

Tim could only stare at him, "You're staying for a while?"

Jason grin was pure sin as he leaned in closing the distance between them, "Oh yeah, there is something special I want to try but I plan on working my way up to it." Jason purred out.

Tim didn't know what to say as he watched Jason and his friends pay and then leave, he could feel the worried eyes of his friends on him. "I'm sure Jason didn't mean it. I bet they will be gone tomorrow." Tim ignored the pang in his heart at the thought of not seeing Jason again. 'No, it is for the best. Jason is part of my past that I have moved on from. It would be better if he left.'

+******+

Tim knew he was in trouble when he arrived at his bakery first thing in the morning to find Jason leaning against the wall, two cups of coffee in his hands, and a smirk on his handsome face.

"Hey baby bird, I told you I would be back." Jason wasn't leaving until he made amends with Tim and maybe got a taste of what he had been longing for.

#jaytimweek #jaytimweek2020 #jaytim #otp: be my robin #sherri writes #my ficlets

[secondgenerationnerd]

Fluffy drabble with Jon bringing Mar’i home for dinner with his folks?

Aw shit, are y’all ready for....SUPER FAM DINNER? XD

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“D’y’all remember when Jonny here tried proving he was big enough to help with--”

“Pa! I was four!”Jon’s bright checked protest only makes his family laugh. The pretty girl sitting across from him giggles. “Besides, it’s not like Kon and Chris never did anything dumb.”

“Ah, but you see, little brother,” Chris gestures to himself then Kon, “We did not age normally like you. So no embarrasing stories of us at that age exist.”

“Really?” Mar’i tilts her head, eyes twinkling, “Because I remember something Uncle Tim told me about you and Kon did to im--”

“Kon, you married a traitor.” Chris throws a napkin at Tim, accepting a smack up side the head by Ma.

“I don’t know what manners you got in the phantom zone,” Ma tuts, “But I know you learned better since.”

“I have no idea what Mar’i is speaking about.” Tim winks at his niece. The young princess giggles as Ma passes her more brisket. While the two Bats at the table would never admit it out loud, old fashioned Barbecue is one area Ma Kent has Alfred beat in. Well, not the only one, but they don’t talk about that. 

“Mar’i, how’s your daddy?” Pa asks.

“Good! He’s working his way up to Commander, and we’re going camping in a few weeks.” 

“I’m sure he’s not too happy about you dating already.” Lois teases, sipping her water. Jon throws his mother a betrayed look. Lois Lane gracefully ignores it. After all, her teenaged son inheirted that look from her. 

“Dad was more shocked it took Jon this long to realize I liked him.”

“We all did--”

“Why am I always at the butt of these jokes?” Jon slumps in his seat while his family laughs. The kiss Mar’i presses to his cheek helps a little, but he can’t help that he didn’t know the pretty girl liked him!

“Jon, these are nothing compared to the ones Uncle Jason says about his siblings.” Mar’i giggles.

“Tru-Wait, what has he said about me?”

“That I’m allowed to say in front of Ma?”

#mar'i grayson #jon kent #chris kent #kon el #conner kent #lois lane #ma kent #pa kent #superstar #tim drake

[princessanneftw]

Fire on Fire

“Well, it’s been a wonderful party so far, don’t you think?”

Anne smiled at Camilla before taking a sip from her drink. She was glad Beatrice and Edoardo were able to celebrate their wedding, even if with just their families and a month after the actual date; that bloody virus hadn’t just disrupted all their work schedules, it had also deprived her niece of the wedding she had dreamt of.

“Yes, it’s certainly been a beautiful reception, and they look so happy.”

“Have you seen Charles? I lost him about thirty minutes ago.”

“No, but he could be with Tim, I haven’t seen him since the speeches.”

“Uncle Charles is with Granny and Grandpa, while Tim was talking cricket with Peter and Mike, I left as soon as possible.”

Zara approached her mother and aunt, slinging an arm around both their shoulders. Camilla kissed her cheek and left to look for her husband, just as the singer asked for silence in the room.

“And now, ladies and gentlemen, someone requested a specific song, one not well known but that I happen to like a lot, so thank you very much! I hope that all of you have felt this kind of love in your life, much like our wonderful bride and groom! I give you Sam Smith’s Fire on Fire.”

Zara turned to her mother with her best grin on.

“Do you know it Mum? Come on, it’s not a secret that you and Tim know all his songs by heart!”

“What’s with the attitude tonight? And no, while I like Sam Smith a lot, I don’t know this one.”

Rolling her eyes at her laughing daughter, she left her glass on a table, waiting for the first lyrics.

My mother said I'm too romantic She said, "You're dancing in the movies"

The song had just started and she was already in love with it, she could almost hear dear Barbara saying those words to Tim: under all that naval bravado and shameless flirting he was a very romantic person, as all his beautiful letters had shown.

I almost started to believe her Then I saw you and I knew

It was a bit spooky, how the song seemed to characterize her husband so well. Tim had confessed being transfixed by her since their first meeting, immediately knowing she was the one.

Maybe it's 'cause I got a little bit older Maybe it's all that I've been through I'd like to think it's how you lean on my shoulder And how I see myself with you

Her breath caught in her throat; oh God this was so much like her. Her relationship with Tim had developed from friendship to love, it hadn’t burned with the flames of first love, it didn’t scorch everything before dying out, like it had been with Mark: it was a constant feeling, a mutual attraction mixed with a desire for familiarity and, in the end, a vision of a future where they could be together against everyone, not against each other.

I don't say a word But still, you take my breath and steal the things I know There you go, saving me from out of the cold

She could feel Tim’s eyes on her, and there he was, on the opposite site of the room, watching her like a hawk. His smile told her that he too was listening with interest to this song.

Fire on fire would normally kill us With this much desire, together, we're winners They say that we're out of control and some say we're sinners But don't let them ruin our beautiful rhythms 'Cause when you unfold me and tell me you love me And look in my eyes You are perfection, my only direction It's fire on fire, mm It's fire on fire

People had called him a traitor, courtiers whispered she was a disgrace to her mother and her family. Even after her separation the whispers didn’t stop, because in the eyes of the Church they were the worst kind of sinners, but Tim’s eyes could always make her forget every critic.

When we fight, we fight like lions But then we love and feel the truth We lose our minds in a city of roses We won't abide by any rules

Tim was smirking, no doubt thinking about some of their arguments over the years: God they could fight, she still remembered one monumental row where they were screaming so much the dogs started barking against them. But no matter how angry they were, they always tried to reconcile before ending the day, because they had promised each other to always fight for their marriage.

I don't say a word But still, you take my breath and steal the things I know There you go, saving me from out of the cold

Catching Tim’s eyes, she excused herself from Zara and started moving towards the balcony, the music still clear even outside. She felt him beside her in seconds, hugging her from behind.

Fire on fire would normally kill us With this much desire, together, we're winners They say that we're out of control and some say we're sinners But don't let them ruin our beautiful rhythms 'Cause when you unfold me and tell me you love me And look in my eyes You are perfection, my only direction It's fire on fire, oh, oh It's fire on fire

He was her sin and she was his. She knew it hadn’t been easy for him to go against his honour, just as she had despised destroying her wedding vows, but love had a way to conquer it all. They didn’t have a choice, they had followed their hearts hoping for the best but expecting the worst, and in the end they had triumphed; in a little Scottish church, with just family and friends, they had made their sin official, and they never regretted it.

Fire on fire would normally kill us With this much desire, together, we're winners They say that we're out of control and some say we're sinners But don't let them ruin our beautiful rhythms

Tim was whispering the refrain in her ear, having already memorized the words; Anne turned to look at him, her eyes fluttering close, and she closed the distance between them.

“I love you”.

'Cause when you unfold me and tell me you love me And look in my eyes You are perfection, my only direction It's fire on fire.

* * *

Anon were you just going to leave this in my inbox and say nothing? How long has it been there? Why must you give me the feels when I’ve only just woken up?? This was so sweeet. I like that they’re Sam Smith fans lol. I also liked imagining a time when corona was no more, or at least the worst of it was over. I love them being all cute at weddings, so thank you for this 🥰🥰🥰

#submission #fANNEfiction #i will go down with this ship #i do like this song

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#41

9.4.2020 - 9.8.2020

At age 5, sometime in the summer of 1983, I went to my first Mets game. I know they played the Montreal Expos. I’m pretty sure George Bamburger was still the manager. Tom Seaver was on the team. I do not know if he pitched that game. But I know I saw him pitch on tv as a Met that year. 

My early childhood from that point forward was consumed with baseball (and cartoons) until about 1989 when the Mets were bad again. They just got worse until I went to college, but I still watched. I couldn’t watch Mets games in college, so I mostly forgot about baseball. I graduated in 2000 and came home to the Mets and Yankees in the Subway Series. And I was back in it. 

The Mets predictably lost, and it was the worst because the Yankees were dynastic, but something else happened. After raising me as a Mets fan, my father outed himself as a Yankee fan. 

My dad was born in Brooklyn in 1950 and raised in Sheepshead Bay, which is close to Coney Island. Story goes he asked my grandfather to go see the Dodgers and was told “next year”. That was 1957. He never got to see the Dodgers in Brooklyn. They, and the New York Giants, moved to California before the 1958 season. This is pretty fucked up. And though I never asked him while he was alive, it would make no sense for my grandfather to have claimed he didn’t know the Dodgers were leaving. It was the biggest news in Brooklyn.

For 4 years, there was only one New York team. The Yankees. They won the World Series in 1958 and 1961. They lost the World Series in 1960. The Mets first season was 1962 and promptly set the record for most games lost in a season, in the modern era. The Yankees beat the San Francisco Giants in the World Series that year. In 1963 the Yankees lost to the Los Angeles Dodgers, but who could root for the Dodgers after they left Brooklyn? That was traitorous. In ‘64 the Yankees lost the World Series to the St. Louis Cardinals. They were terrible after that. 

In 1967, Tom Seaver debuted for the New York Mets. They were still the worst team in baseball. In 1969, led by Seaver, the Mets were champions. My dad, by this time in college, became a fan. 

If there’s one thing I’ve learned in tracing his sports allegiances, it’s that he’s a bandwagoner. We never watched hockey, but for some reason had 4 copies of an Islanders record from the early 80s. We never really watched football, but he did like to watch the Cowboys. Why wasn’t he a Giants fan? Or a Jets fan? It never really made sense. 

The entire reason we went to that game in 1983 was my dad got tickets from work. The owner of the company he worked for had box seats about 10 rows behind the third base dugout. We would go once or twice a year and my dad would complain about traffic. We went to Game 1 of the 1986 World Series. I still have my ticket. It was a big moment for me, having just turned all of 9 years old. It’s still a big moment for me. We sat 6 rows from the back of the stadium and couldn’t see anything. But we were there. 

I never had reason to believe my dad was anything other than a Mets fan. And then, there I am, freaking out in 2000 as Benny Agbayani hands the ball to a fan in the stands because he thought there were three outs, and my dad is outing himself further as a Yankee fan with every moment. 

I don’t remember when this took place, but I know it happened. I was so angry I was raised a Mets fan. But it went something like this: 

Why would you do this to your child? You know how bad they are. You read the paper. You never bothered to tell me the Yankees won the World Series in 1978. I could have gone through life as a carefree Yankee fan, not ever having to know the intricacies of the game, and never beating myself up in the years they weren’t competitive because they’re the fucking Yankees! They always come back. 

At that point, I couldn’t give up the Mets. For the damage being invested in their losing had done to me, and for what it would continue to do to me. For 20 years until I left New York, I probably watched 150 games a year, whether on tv or at Shea. I didn’t just double down. It became all consuming. And gut wrenching. Hey! You had a shit day at work! Let’s agonize over this garbage team and argue with the tv announcers every day. As I bounced from apartment to apartment, job to job, there would always be the constant, soothing misery of the Mets.  

The 2000 baseball season had been my introduction to Tom Seaver the announcer. Keith Hernandez too. I actually got to see him play. He was the quintessential first baseman. Now I got to listen to them regularly. Along with Ralph Kiner, Gary Thorne, and Howie Rose, they were fantastic. They talked about the game like a coach should talk about the game. Every game, regardless of how bad the team was, became a clinic in “How to Baseball”. I loved it. 

In 2006, the Mets got their own broadcasting network and consolidated the announcing team. Ralph Kiner’s health had declined over the years and he would only return on home Sunday games. Fran Healy and Tim McCarver were finally, mercifully gone. Seaver left too. He had gone into winemaking in ‘05 and wanted to pursue it full time. Taking over play-by-play was radio announcer Gary Cohen. He had been Bob Murphy’s understudy and was a familiar pick. Keith Hernandez stayed and fellow 80s Met Ron Darling was added as well. They’re still in the booth today, and they’re fantastic. 

Seaver would show up from time to time. There was never a down, dull moment with him. You’d get an adrenaline rush just listening to him. 

I’m going to say something controversial. I hated Shea Stadium. It was a nasty, ugly place. But there’s one thing about it that CitiField just can’t replace. The entire stadium was built from concrete blocks and it was very closed in. Each entrance to the seating area from the concourse was like its own little tunnel into another world. You come out of the darkness and into the light of the greenest field you’ve ever seen. I got goosebumps and would nearly be on the verge of tears, every time I walked through, from that first game in 1983, until they tore the place down at the end of the 2008 season. 

I did make sure to be there at the last game. It was terrible. The Mets needed to beat the Marlins to get into the Wild Card and it didn’t happen. Then we waited seemingly forever for the post-game ceremony to begin, absolutely fuming that we had been duped by this shit team again. Finally, things got started. Mets greats were announced. And Tom Seaver and Mike Piazza closed the centerfield gate together, formally closing the book on Shea. It was a good moment even though the season ended terribly. 

We moved to California two years ago. This was my opportunity to finally get rid of the Mets. I was determined to do it. I started watching A’s and Giants games. I even started watching Dodger games. At the start of the season, I was set to ride the A’s and Dodgers all the way to a California World Series. Then COVID hit. The season was cancelled. I lost my job. School was cancelled. Bad news increased exponentially. And when the baseball season finally started in July, my wife said she wanted to watch the Mets. She wasn’t going to give me a choice either. 

We met in 2006. She had moved to NYC the previous year and kinda bandwagoned her way into Yankee fandom. Because why not. She was really a football fan anyway. One of her previous boyfriends was apparently a huge Cubs fan. She says every time they lost he’d be upset for days. Which, historically, is a tough place to be as a Cubs fan. As we dated and got closer she saw just how many games I would watch on a yearly basis. It’s a lot. 

She got used to me pacing around, guitar in hand, yelling at the TV. She studied for the bar exam through this. One time, I forget what was going on, she’s reading flashcards and I had taken issue with something Gary Cohen said. And I hear quietly, “don’t argue with Gary!” I can still hear the inflection in her voice in my head. I turned around and started telling her why I disagreed with him and her only response was “did I say that out loud?” Gary, Keith, and Ron were hugely important to not only her tolerance of my baseball tv domination, but also her appreciation of the game. She only knew Ralph Kiner as this cute old man. And every so often, Seaver would come back and she’d see me well up with visceral feelings. 

I cried when Ralph Kiner died. Around 2014/2015 I wrote a blog titled “The Common Sense Mets Fan”. At the time, I was convinced the Sandy Alderson administration would right the team and keep the Wilpons at bay. I was wrong. Anyway, here’s what I wrote: 

On the last day of the season, as usual, Gary Cohen said goodbye to Ralph Kiner. But there was something different about it this time. There was fear in Gary’s face, as though he knew this was his last opportunity to sign off with Ralph. I had seen hints of it in years past, but never like this. Sadly, Ralph passed today, I hope peacefully.

As a Mets fan, this is like losing a grandfather or great uncle. Ralph had always been there. From his stories about Elizabeth Taylor to his willingness to argue advanced metrics and hitting style with Keith Hernandez, he was ever present in the Mets broadcast booth. I’ll never be able to hear the game again the same way. Thank you, Ralph.

At the time, I said to my wife, “the next time I cry about the Mets, it’ll be when Tom Seaver dies.” This was before their 2015 run. Before the Wilmer Flores incident. Before I was sitting on my couch with a 1 year old, watching them in a World Series, as I did my best impression of Randy Quaid from Major League. I refused to allow myself to enjoy the success of the team because I knew they would lose. It was just a matter of when. And of course, they did lose to the Kansas City Royals. But they got a lot further than I thought they would. 

When MLB decided to move forward with a truncated 2020 season, I was reluctant to watch. It’s not safe for anyone involved and seems to be all about corporate greed. But of course, like moths to a flame, we watched. And as I mentioned, my wife said, “we’re watching the Mets.” I didn’t want to. But she was right. In a year like we’ve never seen before, Gary Cohen, Ron Darling, and Keith Hernandez did something, and are doing something, nobody else is. They gave us levity and calm. Led by Gary, they are unafraid to address the news of the day while knowing the escape they provide. The BLM t-shirt moment was unparalleled. And unfortunately, they’d have another day to provide calm the next week. 

As you well know by now, George Thomas Seaver died last week. He had contracted lyme disease years ago, while working in the vineyards. For some people, lyme goes undiagnosed for years while doctors treat the symptoms without putting it all together. This seems to have been what happened to Tom. It progressed with complications and he developed Lewy Body dementia. His family announced his retirement from public life and the Mets announced they would erect a statue to him outside of CitiField. They changed the address of the stadium to 41 Seaver Way. But in true Wilpon Mets fashion, still no statue. 

Finally, last week, Tom died due to complications from COVID. I was sitting on the couch, watching some random baseball game and reading Twitter. I saw the Baseball Hall of Fame announcement on Twitter, exclaimed “oh no!”, and went upstairs to be alone for a minute. My wife was on the phone. She ran upstairs to see me sitting with my head in my hands and asked what happened. I told her and then told her how stupid I felt for letting this get to me. And she said, “yeah, but you said after Ralph died this would happen”. 

Our son came upstairs to see what he was missing. I told him. He said “who’s that?” And we had a long talk I think bored him. And it’s then it hit me what had happened. As I’ve detailed in the past 4 pages of text, Tom Seaver meant a lot to me, even though in my experience as a Mets fan, he was really just a peripheral character. I saw him on the field a couple of times. He was talked about. He was an announcer for a few years, and he’s mostly been out of the spotlight for the past 15 years. Here I was, having a visceral, uncontrollable reaction to a childhood figure I never met. How the fuck were people who actually knew him going to keep it together?

They couldn’t do it. Gary and Ron did their best. Apparently, Keith’s mom also had dementia, and he lost it. There was a lot of silence during the game. A lot of big sighs from Keith. A lot of on air hurting. It was gut wrenching. I saw an Ed Kranepool quote that said, “this was a terrible ending to a horseshit year.” And it’s only September! 

At this point, nearly a week later, it’s difficult to remember where I saw it. But here it is. The reason I’ve spent all this time spilling my guts about a guy I never met. Tom Seaver was a beacon. He wasn’t just someone who had a talent and pursued it. He was constantly trying to reinvent himself and pursue that passion, whether he was good at it or not. But even moreso, he was a positive influence on everyone around him. I’ve never heard a story about Seaver fighting with anyone. He wanted to be Rembrandt with a baseball. And he wanted to lift people up around him. 

I feel isolated and alone. There’s not much I feel like I can control. I can get out my thoughts, I can be a good husband and a good father. I can explore my music. And I can use the latter to pull myself out of the former. That’s what Tom would tell me to do. 

#new york mets #tom seaver #ralph kiner #brooklyn dodgers #new york yankees #baseball #41 #sny #shea stadium #citifield #gary cohen #keith hernandez #ron darling #bob murphy #randy quaid #major league #mlb #mike piazza #howie rose #gary thorne

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my thoughts on yj season 3!

some of you guys might remember my thoughts about halo and considering i’m back on my fuck shit, i thought i’d talk about my season 3 thoughts overall. if you want to see it, it’s under the cut but for a quick answer - i didn’t love it or hate it, it’s pretty whelmed actually.

- Honestly, I think I watched season three just to please the inner 9-year-old me who watched S1 and 14 years old me who liked S2. One of my issues - though selfish of me to say - was that the big gap between the first part of Season 3 and second part of Season 3 caused watchers to forget some of the major plotlines, though of course there’s always the option of rewatching it to not forget - it would’ve been nice for the writers to reference small things that happened in 3A in 3b as to keep the reader from forgetting a few things.

- One of my main issues, however, was the abundance of characters with no or little lines such as Arrowette, Orphan, Spoiler and Red Robin - I understand that there was a lot going off at all times considering the whole ‘Anti-Light’ situation but I’d of loved to know how the kids of ‘Batman Inc’ felt about the situation.

- How did they feel when they were forced to betray their teammates? Their friends?

- These are children, having adults force them to go behind their friends’ backs would obviously hurt them immensely but we just never touch on it??

- That one call between Tim and Cassie or mentioning she’d gone to Gotham to see him?? I’d of loved to know what had happened, the effects of having to follow a mentor blindly even if it means hurting or keeping the ones you love in the shadows.

-  Another thing that annoyed me is the way Nightwing acted this season like boy I love you but do you not remember how it split the Team when the whole ‘Kaldur’ahm isn’t a traitor at all, I lied to you while he was being a double spy and yeah, he might have destroyed our home but that was all for the mission’. 

- You said in S1 that you didn’t want to be like Batman, to put the mission before everything else but repeatedly you’ve done that in both S2 and S3 - I don’t know if it’s bad writing or just me not liking Dick like that but it left a sour taste in my mouth. I understand you were misguided and truly thought what you were doing was right but you did it completely wrong and once again left people feeling out of the loop and distrusting of not just you but everyone who was involved with the Anti-Light.

- It worked in S2, let’s hope it works for S3-4.

- Conner and M’gann need to go to counselling, holy fuck.

- M’gann needs to see things from Conner’s side better, the dude’s been in the dark yet again about your situation and when he actually asks you why you thought it would be a good idea to get involved with the Anti-Light, you become instantaneously defensive. This is your fiance, he won’t hate you no matter what.

- Speaking about Conner, he was one of the BEST parts of the show - the way we watched him evolve from the S1 guy that caused seismic fucking quakes on every rEcOn mission to the guy that seems so interested in New God culture and actually has the advice to give to new kids.

- I loved how they didn’t go with the Judas Contract Tara and actually allowed her the chance to redeem herself, it was a breath of fresh air.

- I understand Brion’s methods and actually agree that Bedlam needed to die considering he outwardly said he would never stop trying to take the crown but Brion should’ve at least done it away from cameras and such - also poor Gregor?? All he wanted was his siblings’ return and such but he ended up getting a coup from his uncle (iirc?) and then his brother stealing his throne.

- Jefferson was a complete inspiration, he EMBODIED scooby doo in a time of crisis and exposed the fuck outta the Anti-Light, like go baby go - we love the tea being spilt in front of EVERYONE.

- Zatanna and M’gann are going to live to regret their decision to do that to Artemis, I understand that they didn’t manipulate her and they implied that what she was seeing was all a figment of her imagination but not to that extent. One of the themes of YJO was honesty and the consequences of what happens when they aren’t honest with those that trust them. It’s going to mess Artemis up so badly that I’m curious to see the fallout after. 

- They really wasted so much potential on Nabu being Vandal’s son like that could’ve been such a huge revelation that I hope they touch on in S4. Maybe Nabu being his son was one of the reasons he came to the Team as they were League-affiliated thus indirect trustees of his son.

- The last thing is that the League and the Team need to do telepathic screenings - Will was (though unknowingly) a mole in S1, Green Beetle got Blue on mode in S2 and Tara was a mole in S3. 

- So does the Light though because Vandal Savage and his bad bitch energy really squealed to the Team.

- In the end, I was whelmed but I’m definitely watching S4. Also, Dick’s laugh at the end and the very existence of Jason Todd and the Supersons gained me a good 10 years on my life.

- Sera.

#Young Justice #young justice invasion #young justice headcanons #young justice season 2 #young justice spoilers #young justice outsiders #young justice season 3 #young justice season 1 #young justice thoughts #yj headcanons #young justice x reader #yj x reader #dc #sera speaks

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Chapter 48: "My head hurts."

#Paula reads SBR #Chapter 48 #EVERYBODY PLEASE STOP BEING CRYPTIC #at this rate Johnny will never keep another corpse part #KONO DIO DA #please tell me the First Lady isn't into teenagers #Steel Ball Run spoilers #Part 7 spoilers