Is It More Awkward For Me To Stay On The Couch As My Sister And Her Husband Argue About How To Parent

Trigger Warning: blades, mild torture, injuries, and what amounts to suicidal thoughts and actions (he lives at the end but he does need a hell of a lot of therapy)

Tim shudders, as best he can while bleeding and bruised and broken.

The Red Hood is above him, mechanical voice melding into the raspy deeper tones of an Older Jason Todd. His voice is hollow and cruel as he digs his blade into Tim’s flesh. It hurts. But, Tim thinks dazedly, having Robin, Tim’s Robin, hating Tim hurts worse.

“Wow, Replacement, no last words for the person you stole everything away from?”

Jason’s mocking him.

“Okay.”

“What’s that, Replacement?”

Tim is so incredibly tired. And the blade held to his neck is starting to look like comfort. Tim thinks-

“My last words. You- You want to hear it?”

His hero’s face tilts, green eyes sparking something deep within Tim’s memory. But he’s so tired.

“Sure, let’s see what kind of recruitment pitch you’ve got for me, Replacement.”

Cruel. So cruel. Mocking him with false warmth. But false warmth is better than the coldness of Drake manor, the coldness of Bruce’s grieving form or Dick’s smile, sometimes when he thinks Tim’s not looking.

Ah, Tim knew it. His Robin will always be better than any other heroes, even if the false warmth makes his heart hurt worse than the broken ribs he’s now sporting. That Hood is pressing a knee down on to keep him immobile. Not that Tim could move anywhere considering both of his legs are broken. Tim wonders what it is about him that makes it impossible for people to muster up warmth towards.

“Do you know why… why heroes are so… so loved?” He wheezes out. He doesn’t wait for a response from Hood. “It’s because… they choose good- they choose to better the world- to save people, even if… even if they weren’t saved themselves. No matter how much- the obstacles, there’s always, an obstacle. But they try anyways.” Tim has to wrap this up. He’s losing coherency. “It’s why… it’s why this is okay. You… you’re choosing to save… to save Gotham from the Joker. Ev’n if you weren’t saved yourself. You’re not… good. You kill.”

Red Hood- Jason, snarls. Tim, blinking slowly, admires the man’s green eyes. “That’s fucking right-”

“But, you can be. Y’re helping.” And because this is important, because Tim has an alter set up to mourn Jason, “You were my hero,” Tim says, and Jason stops short, expression blanking. “So. I’ll help- help remove an obstacle so… so you can keep helping. Helping people like… like me. Or, not like me. Something.”

With that, Tim summons the rest of his strength and presses his neck towards the blade, starting the process to slit his own throat.

Jason flings the knife away, expression crumbling in horror as he stares down at the child he just tortured.

And as Tim’s voice fades, as blood spills out of his neck, as Tim gives him time to retrieve the knife, Jason breaks.

Oh, Tim thinks. His eyes weren’t green. They’re supposed to be blue.

——

Jason sits beside the medical cot, the steady beeping of the heart monitor grounding him as he held two fingers on the kid’s- oh god, he’s a fucking kid, Todd, you monster- pulse.

Jason will grovel when Tim wakes up. Because he turned into the kid’s Joker and Willis and if there’s anything Jason won’t ever allow himself to turn into, it’d be those two. He crossed a line. If Tim wants him to rip his liver out and present it to him, Jason thinks he’d do it on the spot.

Fuck. He fucked up.

Quackity: There’s a possibility you have two fathers *laughs* and there’s nothing bad with having two days, ok? One of them - one of them is a man called Luzu, and the other one is a man called Wilbur. How does that sound, son? Now we’re gonna have to choose and find out which one of them is gonna be your dad.

Tilin: *puts down a sign*

Quackity: Let’s see, what does it say? Move, move son I can’t read it.

Tilin’s sign: I’m la tres leches?

Quackity:

whenever I decide anything I need 15 people to say "that's a good idea" to me otherwise I feel like I'm making a catastrophic decision that will ruin my life. in a chill way I'm chill

this sounds really basic to say but i really love how cc!bad roleplays his character's flaws. a lot of qsmp characters have flaws that are born out of miscommunication or bad decisions, and qbad also has a good majority of those, but he also has so many flaws that are just very deliberate on the cc's end. and that's because these flaws firmly place him outside of cc!bad and into q!bad.

and it is SO important that cc!bad does this because he's made his character this powerful, ancient demon whos also strong/rich (i.e, his streamer plays minecraft well) and a heavy island investigator. it s so easy to make a character like that unfairly overpowered if all he does is choose the "correct" paths. aka what the chat wants him to do. what you or me would realistically choose to do.

so to compensate cc!bad makes his character messy! he doesnt choose the right path! he's terrible at communicating, he represses all his feelings, he lies all the time (mostly to his own detriment), he's horribly blunt, he cannot understand human morals, he's suspicious of everyone and acts suspicious himself, etc etc. there will be times where you're staring at your screen just wanting him to be open for once, and he won't be. and it'll hurt him. and that's good. even the little things, like how cc!bad will have q!bad overanalyze and overtheorize to figure out something that has definitely been spoiled for him on twitter...its all good roleplaying. cc!bad is only able to have a character strong enough to destroy cities if he has THIS many flaws as compensation.

Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.

That took way longer than it should have. #costumecrafts #embroidery

i hate that every time i look for color studies and tips to improve my art and make it more dynamic and interesting all that comes up are rudimentary explanations of the color wheel that explain it to me like im in 1st grade and just now discovering my primary colors

I just saw a family where the mom and both daughters were wearing ankle length jean skirts. The girls were probably 6 & 4

I just feel like that's too early to subject those girls to the horrors of jean skirts

me thinking of really cool art concepts all day

me the second i sit down at my tablet

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