It's Wednesday!

hey did I ever tell you guys about the time I graduated my animation program but they wouldn’t let me put Nightwing fan art into my throwaway so I dressed him in sweats and a crop top and named him Schmick Layson. did i ever tell you guys about that one

I know! I know like 30 people who read it, but other than @raointean, idk anybody

The fact that there are so many fanfic writers and yet, despite all the friends I make IRL who love all the fandoms and fanfic I love, I have never met another fanfic writer IRL terrifies me… do we all just hide?? Is it the people that I least suspect??? WHERE IS EVERYONE???

Damian: Grayson.

Dick: Yes?

Damian: Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it’s on?

Dick:

Dick: Where’s Tim?

Jason: Oh shit! Dick is going to kill us!

Damian: Is it that bad?

Tim: What the fuck did you use, Jason?! A rusty needle?

Jason: I sterilized it!

Tim: His ear is bleeding and swollen!

Damian: It’s starting to hurt now. Is this normal? I want Richard here. Call him.

Jason and Tim: NO!!

[elsewhere]

Dick: My Damian senses are tingling. I’m coming, Damian!

Me throughout the whole two episodes

I love when ACAB gets brought up in batfam fics and people dog on nightwing like this dumbass hasn’t been using the same technique since the 80s.

-the mob is bad… I’ll join them and ruin it inside out

-the cops are bad… I’ll join them and ruin the corrupt system

-spyral is bad …. I’ll join them and ruin it inside out

-the court of the owls is bad… I’ll join them and ruin it from the inside out

-deathstroke is bad …. I’ll raise his kids and ruin their relationship with him from the inside out.

-Aliens want to take over planet… this is bad… I’ll send someone to join them and ruin it from the inside out

Dick saw the BDP and went … yep the same routine I use for terrorists, spies, aliens and mobsters work.

AND YALL THINK DICK LIKES THE COPS?

Bro is just a professional cuckoo let him liveeeee

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It’s always nice to imagine the whumpee’s first shower after being freed. Warm water pouring down their scars, maybe after only having freezing water thrown on them. Scented body wash that pushes the memories of their cell far away. Maybe even the caretaker sitting just beside the tub, helping wash through knots and mats in their hair.