Why was my first thought: oh hello Tim—->Bruce.
(Or, you know Tim—->Dick)
Just think about it.
(Still on hiatus)
But for anyone interested:
Title: Be My Friend (Hold Me)
Fandom: DC Universe
Pairing: Jason/Tim
Rating: PG-13, some language
Wordcount: 1,700 + words
Summary: “Look, if there’s one thing I learned on Gotham’s streets, it’s this: dealing is never fucking pretty, okay? It’s ugly, it gets ugly but that’s how you know that you’re moving forward. It’s like peeling off a band-aid. It sucks, it hurts, it’s sore after. But it gets better.”
Notes: I lost a bet I made with Miss Victoria. (Some of you probably know what bet I’m talking about.) This is her prize. She wanted JayTim and one of the boys comforting the other. Heavily inspired by this amazing picture by naturalvirtue.
Title is a lyric from the song “Breathe Me” by Sia.
(Temporary) hiatus.
Actually kind of a pretty word isn’t it, if you read it a few times.
Waiting for a dream: Wouldn’t it be nice if there were people you could call and they would...
Wouldn’t it be nice if there were people you could call and they would come to your house, make you coffee (or tea) and hug you and then pull out a gun and they would be kind and would talk to you first and ask if you really want to die and you could say no and you could say yes and they would be…
#but like why did my mind jump to batboys and this being some real profession #hi AU #what if Jason spent hours talking to Tim and they laughed and talked and became friends #and he thought that that settled it and went to leave #and Tim was like wait aren’t you going to ask me #and he does #cause he thinks it’s just a formality #but Tim says yes #Tim still wants to be dead and Jason can barely bring himself to do it #but it’s his job #it’s Tim’s wish #it’s the first time he cried after “killing” someone #bye AU
(In regards to Miss Captainnaustralia’s comment, Jason could be the one specializing in guns and poisons could be Dick’s thing?Maybe? Maybe not.)
If I were good at this type of stories, I would write it.
And then be in denial about it forever because I actually can’t stand sad endings.
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Caught by surprise in your living room by the Scarebeast? Left your batarangs downstairs in your belt?
Never fear; throw a Robin!
Version 3, our latest model, is near pocket-sized and much easier to manipulate than its predecessors. Just aim it at the nearest supervillain and watch it fight for you against all odds. Version 3 is also easier to maintain: simply send it home to its real family, no emotional attachment required.
Caution: V3 is not covered under warranty and will need to be replaced when defective. No returns or exchanges.
Batman 630
So I was all lololol :D :D until Version 3 is also easier to maintain: simply send it home to its real family, no emotional attachment required.
Was that necessary omg Timmy;___;.
Also there should be a bit added about how if you get lost Version 3 evolves and goes to great lenghts just to find you and stays completely loyal to you no matter what. Unless you’re being a dickhead.
No because there is always the chance of survival when concerning a gunshot wound to the head and it’s freakishly common so maybe this would be good if it was something a little more 100% like a painless poison and they sit with you while you [tbc] [cont] slowly fall asleep and then make sure you’re respectfully taken care of by police/medical practitioners and stuff. [cont] is it wrong that i would also find this to be a really interesting book to read because it really questions society and our motives and stuff?
I know that putting the gun to your head can be risky, but I think that if they were trained and the wound wouldn’t be self-inflicted, it could work (I mean less awkward angles/steadier hands and stuff)? I just remembered this one scene in Fight Club omg But yes a poison could work too. Maybe they could pour it into the beverage they would serve, but then again, the person would have to know about that. Or maybe people could choose too.
And I kind of really want to start a DC AU based on this, well I would if I were any good at this kind of writing.
Thank you for sharing your thoughts!<3
This scene does things to me.
Putting aside the sight of Bruce stripping, or the idea of him immediately wanting to do some fucking after getting back from patrol:
I don’t know much about penises, but I imagine that it’s pretty hard to get it up when you find out the lady you’re supposed to be sticking it in is actually plotting your murder and only dating you to lull you into a false sense of security.
And yet he manages it.
So basically, Bruce has trained himself to get and/or maintain an erection at will.
w2g brucie
Because answering to posts months after they have been made is how I roll it seems.
But what if Bruce can only get it up (or get really really aroused) when he knows his partner wants to/could kill him? I mean, Talia and Selina are his main love interests and both are pretty badass ladies. Then there’s Wonder Woman in the animated series? And Superman?
Isn’t it kind of canon that Bruce isn’t really afraid of dying? Maybe it actually thrills him, I don’t know.
*carefully goes back into her corner*
Wouldn’t it be nice if there were people you could call and they would come to your house, make you coffee (or tea) and hug you and then pull out a gun and they would be kind and would talk to you first and ask if you really want to die and you could say no and you could say yes and they would be there to help you, to make you feel well and they could lie and say that things will be okay or say that they won’t or be honest and say that you will be fine and you could cry and they would give you tissues and wouldn’t judge you for anything and then if you said yes, they would put the gun to your head and make it quick and smooth and quiet.
Where to sit and contemplate.
©2013laurabfernández
Wow, definitely a place crush. The colours are so gorgeous too.
I’ve had this picture in my tabs the whole day for several reasons and I think that it should be on my blog and can I just talk about it for a bit because there are so many emotions hidden in everything like in Jason’s brow and closed eye and mouth placed between the back of Tim’s neck and the tip of his shoulder and it’s one of those gestures that just say how fucking precious you think the person you hold is and that you are there for them and you want to touch them as much as you can, not in a sexual way but in the way that the person is your support and so important to you you want to feel them all the time and his arms engulf Tim so completely, so utterly and it’s a safe place for Tim to be vulnerable in and Tim knows and maybe it’s one of the reason he can’t stop crying too because he’s in pieces and shards that can cut and bruise and keep falling out but here Jason is, holding him together and it’s such a wonderful feeling, such a change from always trying to not to shatter and cutting his fingers and skin and bones when he does and he’s so heavy and feels ridiculous and maybe ugly like this but Jason can take it, Jason understands and can sit there for hours until Tim can stop hiding behind his hands and stop feeling so desperate and hopeless and needy, until Tim feels human and whole again.
(Source: naturalvirtue)
The Lost Days :-Q
This is so incredibly gorgeous I don’t know what to do with myself I’m not even joking it happens when I see something so beautiful I want to look at it and memorize it and make it a part of me and wow the blue highlight with the pencil is such a colour kink for me and it’s seriously doing things to my synapses wow wow, Jason’s jacket and his face and the hair, the lines and your style are so captivating and pretty, I seriously wish I was more skilled at describing how much I love this picture.
Reminisce
30 Day OTP Challenge Drabbles
Day 26 Getting Married
OTP: BruceTim
Rating: PG-ish…
Warnings: Dark themes, character death, angst
A/N: I don’t often dedicate these fics but this one is for Winterysomnium for being such an amazing angsty-brutim inspiration.
Summary: “Ms. Vale, did you know that I was married once?”
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So we talk about porn and I get angst how does that work?;____;
But omg thank you so much, I still don’t know what I did to deserve a dedication. <3 <3 <3
ALSO COULD YOU MAYBE STOP BREAKING MY HEART, KTHX. Seriously the thought of Tim staying at the Manour almost as if he was a ghost, spending days curled up in the Cave on Bruce’s chair or in Bruce’s room AND JUST BEING ALONE is so upsetting and it’s like everyone else somehow moved on, or had someone to support them and Bruce was supposed to be the support for Tim and Dick isn’t enough for this, not anymore and wow just ouch.
Also the kiss. I can’t get the image of the bloody kiss staying on Tim’s forehead out of my head, how maybe he caught someone looking at him all horrified when they saw his face and he sort of forgot it’s there, forgot until he saw a mirror and it’s the last place Bruce’s mouth touched his skin and just ;___;.
This is so sad yet amazing. Thank you again!
