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*sees the bird in front of me disappear into the abyss*

oh sick more seeds for me

This one's definitely better with sound.

I did NOT expect that sound.

@mouseymightymarvellous @suzen23smith

jason todd as a lover <3

Jason Todd is the kind of boyfriend to drive you to the airport. He won’t even let you touch your bags, loads them in and out of the car for you, wheels them to the check in desk and on to the conveyor belt. Asks if you’re sure you’ve got all of your documents and medications on you. He’ll kiss you sweetly goodbye and get you to text him when you’ve landed. Have you send him your flight number so he can intermittently check up on you, make sure that everything’s on track.

Jason Todd’s the type of boyfriend to pick up you up from the airport with a sign and flowers, even if you’re only away a few days. He’ll wave and shout your name as soon as you exit the arrivals area, make sure you know he’s there. Sweep you up into a hello kiss so sweet you forget about the bag in your hands and drop it. Have you switch your bags for the flowers and carry everything back to the car for you. Keeps a little lunch pail in the car of your favourite snack to munch on during your drive back home. He’ll ask you all the right questions about your trip, let you vent if it sucked or enjoy your excitement over how well it went.

Just, airport boyfriend Jason Todd.

Jason Todd loves casual intimacy, not that he’d really ask for it. You are always welcome in his space and it thrills him when you accept that like it’s always been yours. He likes it when you lean into his side, rest your head on his shoulder, press kisses to his temples. He likes it when you curl your fingers into his hair absentmindedly or seat yourself in his lap like you belong there. He likes how unapologetically you’ll drape yourself over him, sometimes just for the sake of touching and sometimes just to grab something he’s in the way of. Little touches to his neck, shoulders, back. He likes seeing you in his stolen clothes, and the extra toothbrush in his bathroom. The first time he hears you refer to him as ‘yours’ he has to consciously start breathing again. Mine, my boyfriend, my partner, my husband.

Jason likes to come up behind you, sling his arms around your waist and press a kiss to your hair before resting his chin on your head. He likes knowing which shampoo to buy for you for the apartment without having to think about it. He likes it when he curls an arm around your shoulder and your hand reflexively reaches up to link your fingers. He’ll reach for your hand first but you’ll always reach back. He likes carrying you when your heels hurt too much and telling you all the ways you look gorgeous in your going out clothes. He likes knowing what your sleepy face looks like and how it feels to kiss the sleep out of your eyelids. He likes knowing the weight of you in his arms and the warmth of your palm when it cups his cheek.

Jason Todd loves the casual intimacy of your two lives tangled together.

After years of patching himself up and repairing his own gear, Jason Todd is pretty good with a needle and thread.

That means that when you catch your favourite shirt in a door and rip it, he quietly takes it from the laundry pile and mends it. It reappears in your closet, good as knew with nothing said about it.

He’ll dedicate Sunday afternoons to going over his equipment, needle flashing between deft fingers to repair small rips and tears. Humming thoughtfully over bullet holes too big to patch over or tears too large to keep the material uncompromised.

One day, when you’re sorting through your childhood things, you find your favourite stuffed toy from when you were a kid. It’s more worn than you’d remembered, nose almost rubbed off, one eye dangling loose on a thread. Hugging it to your chest causes its head to loll awkwardly, neck stitches starting to rip. You’ve got tears in your eyes and a lump in your throat when Jason sits down on the floor beside you, sewing kit in hand. His hands are so gentle as he takes the toy from you, tender in how each stitch affixes its head back onto the plush body. Fishing around in his kit, he finds a thread to match the colour of your toy’s eye and stitches it on securely. You hold your breath as you watch him, large hands putting back together this remnant of your childhood. He hands it back to you, presses a kiss to your forehead as you snuggle the restored toy to your chest, before packing away his kit.

Jason Todd will cockblock himself if he thinks you can’t give 100% informed consent.

A few too many drinks at a gala and you’re drunkenly trying to make out with your gorgeous boyfriend. He’ll stop kissing you once he can taste the champagne on your lips, notices the glassy sheen to your eyes. Jason folds your roaming hands back into your lap and makes you promise to be good. He’ll take you home early and get some water into you before tucking you into bed. He’ll go so far as to sleep on the couch, door open to the bedroom so he can hear if you need him.

Jason remembers what Catherine looked like, coming off of a high and not remembering what day it was. The fear in her eyes and the shake in her voice when she asked if anyone else had been in the apartment.

Jason remembers the early days after the pit. When he’d wake up after blacking out in rage and not remember what his body had done. Seeing the blood on his skin and not knowing where it came from.

Jason never wants you to wake up with that same fearful not knowing. So he’ll sleep on the couch and make sure you’re safe. In the morning he’ll cook you breakfast and kiss you silly. But you’re going to have a talk, the two of you, once you’re sober enough to have a real conversation. Establish boundaries and plan consent for if you do want to fool around if one of you is impaired, or how you want to handle it if you don’t. But it’s not tomorrow yet, and Jason’s tired. He can sleep soundly though, knowing that nothing’s going to happen to you.

@antowilly

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warning for discord users

If you're on the app, immediately go to your dms and then "add friends". After the latest update they allow your contacts to find you and have that option turned on by default, so make sure it's unchecked!

This is very obviously not great for a multitude of reasons, but especially for people in vulnerable positions who do not want people in their contacts to see who they are on discord and/or know they have discord in the first place. I've also tried finding out if this is a thing on desktop but haven't been able to find any mention of it, so either it's not a "feature" (yet) or they've hidden it. Either way, stay safe, and turn off finding friends via contacts!

[ID: three screenshots from the discord app with circles around the buttons to press to get to this "feature". 1: the messages/DM button, 2: the "add friends button", 3: in the add friends page, the "allow contacts to add me" checkbox. /END ID]

Other options I honestly assumed everybody already had turned off but just in case they hadn't for any reason:

privacy settings inside discord itself: "you" > settings > privacy and safety > scroll down and turn off "sync contacts", "phone", "e-mail", and optionally "use data to improve discord"

[ID: screenshots with the above mentioned buttons circled. /END ID]

App permissions via phone settings (my phone is a Samsung Android, this might look different for iOS and different Android brands!)

Settings > scroll down to apps > scroll down to discord > permissions > make sure contacts is under "not allowed"

[ID: screenshots with the above mentioned buttons circled and directions written down. /END ID]

I’m gonna be honest, people pretending Bruce has an adoption addiction Is funny and all, but it’s starting to trick people into thinking he goes out searching for and wanting to put all these actual children in the line of danger when in reality they just sorta latch onto his leg while he stands there trying shake them off screaming “NO, I’M NOT DOING THIS AGAIN” ‘till he caves and teaches them jujitsu

Bruce: Please, for the love of god, small child, stay home in my giant mansion and be safe.

Every Robin, Batgirl, and various other assorted baby Bats:

@you-r-mind-dances @suzen23smith

Every cat I have known would immediately climb up through the hole and start stealing everybody’s food.

Crime porthole

this was designed by cats

Just get one of these and put them over the whole, you can have cat and food protection.

You imprison miette. You put her under the glass like the cheese. Jail for mother for hundreds of years.

@jamie-the-ysalamir @digimondestined @you-r-mind-dances @suzen23smith @everyonehasbeatenmetotheusername @mouseymightymarvellous

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i keep telling myself i can’t handle longer projects but in the last four days i wrote 23,377 words just totally by the seat of my pants

This is the Good Post of seat-of-your-pants inspiration, reblog so you too may add 23,377 words to your WIP without a single moment of hesitation or self-doubt

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