Funniest Thing Spn Could Have Done Is Have Dean And Sam Keep Their Own Hunters Journals Like John Did

Damian spending more time with his brothers and other kids his age so he slowly starts learning how to act like a normal kid

Damian: get FUCKED on

Dick: Okay so you've just combined two phrases into one that doesn't make sense. You're getting better though

Jason: Okay but "get fucked on" goes pretty hard though, I may use that

It's so funny because no matter how I age, how I grow, how I regress, or how I feel, what I gain, what I lose, what I do and don't do in life, I can always relate to destiel. It just has Everything All at Once.

Going through existential horror? Destiel

Going through crippling grief? Destiel

Learning to accept myself? Destiel

Learning to love someone even when it's difficult? Destiel

Learning to have a family? Destiel

Learning resilience? Destiel

Learning to lean on loved ones? Destiel

There's literally no exception lmao.

No matter what happens in life, I can always rely on my destiel hyperfixation. All roads lead to destiel. Sigh it's all so special.

it’s actually really funny to me that the spn writers were so bad at writing women and romance that they accidentally wrote a stellar gay ship

“You are not gonna die a virgin. Not on my watch.”

Okay fuck him then???

Bruce: your disguise is a pair of glasses?

Clark: yours is being stupid?

Superbat identity porn my beloved

reblog if you’re a writer who’s very terrible at responding to comments from your readers, but has read them all and loves and appreciates each and every single one of them very dearly

GUESS WHO FOUND their Tumblr password after 2 years ...me

i wrote better rpf fic at 14 than whatever the fuck tim minear is doing

when jason died, they buried him with the possessions that he carried on him all the time. there was a pocket knife tucked into his sock, the bracelet on his wrist from catherine that he never took off, a tangled pair of earbuds in his back pocket, and, in the top pocket of his jacket, the cellphone that bruce bought for him after he was adopted.

that cellphone stayed with jason in his grave. went with him when he dug his way out. somehow stayed on his person when he was taken by the league, and he managed to convince talia to let him keep it throughout all his training.

he doesn’t know why, maybe as a grief thing or maybe just because bruce forgot and it’s not like the bill effected him in any way, but he never stopped paying jason’s phone bill. his number’s still active, still working after all this time. even weirder, but dick started adopting the tradition of adding his dead brother’s phone number to each and every family group chat any of them created after ethiopia. again, jason doesn’t know why. maybe it was dick’s way of carrying his memory with them; including him in family conversations even if they all thought the number was connected to a long buried phone in the pocket of a long dead boy.

the point is that jason wasn’t dead any more. and all throughout his time at the league, he gets to watch the family chats. the mission statuses, the arguments, the rapid spiral every chat went through where they started off using it as a serious bat communication centre only for dick or tim to send a meme and instantly spiral into nothing but chaos that bruce would neither take part in or attempt to stop. jason spectates it all, always fingering the keypad but never actually typing out a message. he came close when there was a heated debate between steph and dick about the best donut types and he knew they were both absolutely fucking wrong, but luckily tim came in to educate them on the right choice last second and jason was saved from having to reveal himself.

the closest call was when little damian got a hold of his phone, attracted to the bright colours of the block game jason had been absently playing out of boredom while ra’s droned on about whatever had pissed him off that day. he’d let the kid play, sat on his lap and eagerly jabbing at the screen, and jason had only looked away for at most a minute before he’d turned back to find the screen open on the family chat, damian having accidentally clicked on the camera button and taken a selfie of the two that he’d been about to send through. luckily, jason deleted it in time, but he became much more careful about letting the kid play with his shit after that.

this is all just a long winded explanation and backstory for and au i think would be funny where jason’s reveal is literally just him deciding to fuck with his family by randomly dropping in through text like:

-in the chat-

bruce: status report.

dick: hungry :( but good!

steph: seconded, im fine

tim: drug bust went to plan, on way back to cave uninjured

cass: ^ same answer

babs: everything seems calm from what i can tell

jason: a little claustrophobic but the coffin’s kinda homely so ig no complaints from me

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