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friends

The bat kids are on a mission:

Damian: We need more help, maybe is should call my friends

Tim: your what?

Damian annoyed: my friends.

Dick genuinely happy that Damian has friends: Is he saying friends?

Jason: I think he's being sarcastic

Tim who also kinda delirious: no no this is dellurim he's being cracked from being awake all night, Gets in Damian's face HEY Damian all your friends are in this room

Damian one word from going full murder gremlin: I have other friends!

Damian: Grayson asked me to make new friends, I made new friends! it was a task, I complete tasks

Jason full of teasing and sarcasm: that's so great, I cant wait to meet them

Dick, all happy that Damian listened to him: Damian you listened to me!

Dick pulls Damian into a hug: I'm so proud of you!

cold take: jason todd smokes cigarettes

hot take: jason would never smoke cigarettes due to ptsd from dying of smoke inhalation

hotter take: jason forces himself to smoke cigarettes to prove to himself that he isn’t affected by it anymore

Damian is two apples tall. Change my mind 🍎.

Damian : Who hurt you ?

Dick : *snorting* What, do you want a list ?

Damian : ...Yes, actually.

Those shirts 😭

Tagging: @rosiiclouds

Tag game

Thank you to @incorrectringsofpower and @middle-earth-moss for the tags!

(Picrew link here)

This is me! I had to go into the "cartoony" colors to get my hair right lol.

Tagging: @bananaphanta @runawaymun @eowyn7023 @tunguszka20 @tintreach-cleite @kirbys-lover @braxix

Interviewer: so what is your opinion on real-life fanfiction?

Cass: hmm?

Interviewer: fanfiction centering around real people. Such as yourselves.

Tim, grinning: well I mean I've been writing a self-inseet into the Wayne Family fic since I was ten, (it updates on Tuesdays, by the way) so....

Interviewer: blinks

Duke, delighted: whaaattt???

Tim: were you not made aware? I thought everyone knew, and we just weren't talking about it.

Dick: no, no that's definitely just you, Tim. Somehow it does not surprise me, though.

Tim: huh. Well, it's quite popular

I am obsessed with Soren Dragon Prince. You mean to tell me that the comic relief is also one of the most deeply tragic characters in the entire series? Hello?!?

The next time they tell you Americans are “happy” with their employer provided health insurance remember that that “happiness” is fueled by willful ignorance of what the alternatives are really like and fear of losing what little crappy health care they currently have.

thanks Dick you ruined it 😔

I always drink a ton of cold water and pour it over my head

Respectfully how the fuck do you take hot baths with pots and not die

Oh trust me, it’s not without consequences. I add cold water to the bath if it gets to be too much, and when I get out I immediately sit down in my towel while my heart calms down that way I don’t eat shit on the bathroom floor (and that’s also why I have to have the door unlocked, love that for me) I didn’t used to have heat intolerance but now I do, and my body hurts enough that I make the decision to walk through the flames of hell each time instead of dealing with my wack ass degenerative joints

Babygirl I can find places to sit down you didn't even think were possible

EDIT: This is a post about my experience as a physically disabled person, if you are able-bodied do not hijack this post

I spent like 30 minutes on this please appreciate my meme

And yes Tim is trying desperately not to laugh his ass off

Source under the cut! (At least where I got it from)

Nightwing: Hood, did you just murder that criminal?

Red Hood: It wasn’t murder, it was a 97th trimester abortion.

Nightwing: …That just sounds like murder.

Red Hood: Hmph. I thought you were pro-choice.

Nightwing: Oh, no. Are you pro-life?

Red Hood: Of course not.

Nightwing: Thank god.

Red Hood: I’m not pro anything.

Nightwing: What?

Red Hood: I’m anti-life and anti-choice!

Nightwing: Oh, jesus, why do I hang out with you?

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!

(This is so random and I'm going a bit insane at almost 3am😫)

Duke: Tim! Wssp?

Tim: *face half an inch away from his phone* reading.

Duke: reading what?

Tim: 🧍🏻‍♂️

Duke:🧍🏾‍♂️

Tim *mumbles*

Duke: huh?

Tim: *mumbles a bit louder* superbat😔

Duke: omg?? *whips out his phone and opens a recent tab* same?!

*staring at eachother in disbelief for a solid minute*

[Meanwhile in the other room]

Jason: *writing superbat fics*

[a video starts, obviously filmed on a phone camera and Dick Grayson, son of Famous multi-millionaire comes into frame grinning. He seems to be sitting in his bedroom in The Wayne Manor]

Dick: Hi guys! Today I’m going to be rating things my little baby brother Jason has done!

[a few pieces of card are sitting on his lap, and he holds up the first one]

Dick: number one! Stole the wheels off Bruce Wayne’s car- I’ll give it a 6/10, points for creativity and getting me a sibling

[he holds up the next card]

Dick, Grinning at the camera: number two! Dying. 0/10, what the fuck man?

[a bang can be heard in the background as Dick hurries to hold up the next card]

Dick, speaking quickly: Number three! My best friend Roy Harper. Maybe like a 2/10 because ew-

[the video abruptly cuts off to the sound of scratching laughter and yelling, the last frame frozen as a man with a white streak is shown mid-spear tackle, his and Dicks bodies in a blur]

If anyone's body naturally produces sticky hands, it's Alex

Sticky hand wall update

when your crime lord son has glow in the dark eyes

Bro 😭 how did I not know abt this until now? This is literally my favorite type of whump

TW: MEDWHUMP/MEDICAL LANGUAGE

Hi everyone! @whumpetywhumpwhump here- I noticed there doesn't seem to be an official Medwhump May running this year, so I'm running one myself :)

I appreciate it's pretty late in the game to be releasing prompts, but I was waiting to see whether the official page was going to post anything before deciding to start mine. Hopefully a few of you would like to get involved (even if it is short notice lol)

RULES!

No AI-generated content

Please tag this account if you post your challenge submissions on Tumblr and use the tag 'medwhump may' (as in the tags of this post)

For completionists, all 31 days must be completed (using either the daily prompt or an alt prompt)

When creating content for chronic illnesses and seizures, PLEASE USE THE RELEVANT WHUMP TAGS INSTEAD OF THE GENERAL TAGS. e.g 'seizure whump' rather than just 'seizures'. This avoids important tags being flooded with whump fics

Have fun!

I will update these rules if necessary! Happy whumping!

Please reblog this to get the word out :)

Dick Grayson has hEDS (hypermobile Ehlers Danlos Syndrome).

that’s it. that’s my headcanon 👍

Day twelve of @whumperless-whump-event

Fandoms: The Flash, and Nightwing

Tw for blood

Building collapse | trapped under rubble | "I can't feel my legs"

The Flash ran through the rubble of the building, searching frantically for his best friend. Nightwing couldn't be dead. He couldn't be.

The building had come down just moments before, with Nightwing still inside, and now he wasn't answering his comm. It had only been a minute or so, but to Wally, it felt like hours.

He felt like his fingers were falling off as he dug and dug, dragging civilians out with the rubble. He could feel his fear turning to panic as each person he found wasn't Dick. He couldn't be buried that far!

Suddenly, he heard static through his comm, followed by a quiet "...Wally?"

Wally could've cried with relief. Dick was alive. His boyfriend was still breathing. But that didn't mean he was unharmed. In fact, it was highly likely that he was injured, seeing as he had forgotten to use Wally's codename. Dick never forgot.

"Nightwing? Where are you? Are you okay?" Wally said, shooting out questions before he even knew what he was saying.

"I... I'm stuck. I can't move my legs!" Dick answered, sounding panicked.

"Nightwing, status report," Wally barked, remembering that was something Batman did when Dick was too out of it to answer.

"Legs are pinned, definitely broken. I'm bleeding from... somewhere, I'm not sure where, and definitely a concussion. I... I don't know where I am, just that I'm buried. I'm sorry."

Man, that worked wonders. Wally wondered if there was some code word for every situation.

"It's okay, I'm gonna get you out. Just hang on," Wally said, continuing to dismantle the building. "How bad are you bleeding?"

"Bad," Dick answered. Wally's heart sank. "I think it's coming from my legs or stomach, but it's already soaked my back. I'm... I'm starting to get really dizzy..."

"Nightwing, stay awake," Wally ordered. "I'm going to find you, just keep talking."

Wally sped up, his movements becoming desperate and frantic. He couldn't lose Dick. He'd lost so many people, but losing Dick would break him.

"Walls... I don't... I don't think I can stay awake much longer..." Dick said, his voice growing weaker.

"Please, Dick, just try!" Wally shouted, dropping the codename to see if Dick would listen better.

"Don't p-panic, but I think 'm going into shock..."

Wally panicked. He couldn't help it. He had stayed calm as long as possible, but Dick's voice fading out, and the fact that he hadn't found him yet, was making that impossible. And now that Dick was going into shock, he didn't have much longer.

What if he couldn't get Dick help in time? What if he was too late? What if Dick was already gone when he found him?

After he'd broken each finger probably six times, he saw a flash of familiar black hair. It was Dick.

"Dick? I'm here, baby, I'm here," he said, lifting the rubble off of him. What he saw nearly made him freeze up.

Dick's face was pale as death, too pale to blame on the dust, and the blood was just... everywhere. He had been right, though. The blood was coming from a deep puncture wound in his abdomen. He was conscious, but only barely.

Wally picked up his boyfriend's upper half, holding him close and feeling for a heartbeat. When he felt it, he let out a breath that he hadn't known he was holding. It was weak and way too fast, but it was there.

"I'm here now, Dickiebird. You're gonna be okay," he said softly through the tears he hadn't realized were there.

"Hngh," was all Dick managed to say in response, his eyes glazing over.

Wally removed the rubble from Dick's legs, preparing for the possible bleeding. They were badly broken, but thankfully there was no more blood.

"I'll be right back, babe. Just stay right here," he said before running off, freeing any remaining citizens.

When he returned, Dick almost looked worse than when he left.

"Dickie? Can you hear me?" Wally asked. Dick paused for a moment before nodding slowly. "Good. I'm gonna get you to the cave. You're gonna be okay."

He planted a kiss on his forehead before speeding off into the night.

//////

Hours later, Wally found himself sitting outside the med bay in the bat cave. This was always his least favorite part. Sitting still, and waiting. Not knowing if his boyfriend was okay. Not knowing if he would even make it.

Of course, he trusted Alfred and Leslie, but it was bad this time. Dick's body had started to decompensate when Wally had picked him up, and he hadn't been breathing when he got to the cave. He knew that no news was good news, but that didn't make the wait any easier.

"Master Wallace?" He heard Alfred say, startling him out of his thoughts.

"Yeah?" He asked eagerly.

"My apologies. I did not mean to startle you. Anyways, Master Dick is now stable, and is asking for you," Alfred said.

Wally's body visibly sagged with relief. Dick was alive. Alive, and awake enough to ask for him. He wasted no time in following Alfred.

When he saw Dick, he could've cried. His big blue eyes were open, focused, and looking right at him. Although he had a mask on, he was, in fact, breathing.

Wally rushed over to him, kissing him deeply before Dick could even react.

"I'm glad you're not dead," Wally said, crying silently, yet laughing with relief.

"Hm. Me too," Dick said tiredly.

"I told you you'd be okay. Hey, he's gonna be okay, right?" He Wally asked Alfred.

"Indeed," Alfred answered. "It was a close shave, but as soon as we got him blood, he perked right up."

"Good. That's good," he said before burying his face in Dick's shoulder.

"I'm gonna be okay Wally..." Dick said, reassuringly. Wally still wasn't sure he believed it.

"You'd better be."

He held Dick tightly, and this time, Dick squeezed him back.

Lois! James!!

Team rocket needed a meowth!

Being a disabled person going into the medical field so so weird. Other disabled people are saying "fuck medical practitioners" and I'm like "...sorry? Idk what I did, but srry ig"

it's tough being the oldest.

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Bonus:

if you can't have kids for medical reasons, i love you. a lot of people emphasize the joy of children, talk about how they changed their life, etc., and that's just not possible for some of us.

so. shoutout to:

• people who can "technically" have children but can't risk the financial stress due to being already disabled/chronically ill

• people who can't get off their medication long enough to conceive

• people with uteruses who have endometriosis or PCOS

• people who can get pregnant, but have a connective tissue disorder which makes them unable to handle the progesterone during pregnancy since it causes flares (hi, it's me)

• intersex conditions that makes you infertile

• anyone who has a terminal illness

• people who've had medically necessary surgeries which caused infertility

• people with genetic conditions they don't want to pass on (me again)

• those who require IVF that's just not in the cards for whatever reason

• and many, many others

• feel free to add on

you're not broken, you have a reason for being like this. i know it's hard. i love you. it's going to be ok. 💙

I literally did not know any of this until like... last week. I've been disabled my whole life.

notes for my impostor syndrome:

• no, it's not painful to walk for abled-bodied people

• no, healthy people don't usually use every chance they get to lean against walls or sit down

• no, ableds don't dream about shower stool

• no, ableds don't celebrate days when they're not in pain. because usually they're not in pain

• no, ableds don't want to stop walking mid-way, lay down on the ground, curl up and cry and whine from pain

• no, ableds aren't exhausted by their own bodies 24/7