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jason having scratches on his back from reader and batfam noticing it and teases him about it

then the next time they see reader, theyre like "you should cut your nails" jokingly

I want him. So bad.

The night before he went to train with his family, Jason had fucked you against a wall. Not his brightest idea, but it’s not his fault! You were teasing him and he just had to fuck you! You were wearing his favorite lingerie! He couldn’t help himself. What was he supposed to do? Tell you no? Absolutely not.

In his defense, he didn’t realize you scratched his back so deep.

His family is a family of detectives, so it didn’t take them long to spot the deep red lines trailing down his back. It also didn’t help that he immediately took his shirt off to train. Dick tries to tell him gently, but Steph interrupts, “you look like you got mauled by a bear.”

Jason goes beat red. He tries to look over his shoulder and ends up spinning, looking like a dog chasing its tail. “Oh shit.” Dick tries to get Jason to stop by patting his back, but Jason ends up doubled over. “OW. FUCK. DICKHEAD.”

“Sorry, Jay!”

Tim starts laughing. “How the fuck did you not notice?”

Jason gets even more red. “I was preoccupied!”

Now everyone’s laughing at him.

Everyone goes silent when you open the door. “Jay, you left your work tablet at home. Hey-”

“Hey, Wolverine.” Duke starts snickering. You raise an eyebrow and look at Jason. He hangs his head and slowly turns around. You see his back and say nothing, just blinking. You turn and walk out the door. Fuck that.

😳🤭

Johnny: *doing something stupid and dangerous*

[across town]

Peter: !

Matt: What?

Peter: My Johnny senses are tingling.

Wade: Gross Peter. I didn’t need to know you have a boner!

Peter: WTF WADE

Hi there, as a Jew (who LOVES Les Mis) I thought I should add in to this discussion. Regarding the statement that Grantaire being Jewish is harmful, in all honestly you’re over thinking it, trust me. Most of the time whenever I see things relating to Grantaire being ugly it is usually him calling himself that, which for me (& a lot others) is a common way of looking at myself. Because of Conventional European Standards of Beauty Jews are not seen as conventionally attractive, which shows its effects in me whenever I look in the mirror. I end up suffering from derealization & all I can see is everything I am told not to be. Also Grantaire’s numbness to social justice is another thing a lot of Jews suffer from, due to the fact that no matter which side of the political spectrum you go on either way people still hate us. On the far right its just n@z!s & on the far left its just a bunch of people blaming us for the Israeli & Palestinian conflict. Not to mention the fact that there has literally been almost no progress made in ending anti-Semitism it just ends up going back to how it was after a few years. A lot of us don’t really feel safe on either side because both of the radicals hate us. However even though we haven’t been getting much (sometimes if any) help with our fight for equality we are still going to help others. A lot of Grantaire’s struggles do reflect a lot of struggles a good amount of Jews have to go through has well. For me the hc of Grantaire being Jewish is very important to me. Considering the best representation we have (that I can think of off the top of my head) is Puckerman from Glee, oh god plz let us have Grantaire lol. Also regarding the nose thing, the more we normalize different noses the less likely a lot of Jews are to feel insecure about, but the making his nose cartoonishly abnormal is a lil problematic. However I do think we should normalize “uglier” traits outside of race/ethnic stereotypes, I just don't think it should start with Grantaire. 

Jewish Grantaire really gets me. I say we should have ugly Grantaire!!! I'm an ugly person! I don't think that's a bad word, it's of my personal opinion we shod destigmatize it, not attach morals to it, but that's my own rant. BUT. Having the ugly canon character be fat and Jewish? Why are you thinking of those traits as ugly?

GOD anon i have,,,,,, so many thinks and thots about “ugliness”??? I’m torn between LET CHARACTERS BE UGLY and THERE’S NO SUCH THING AS UGLY, ONLY NOT MEETING CONVENTIONAL STANDARDS OF EUROPEAN BEAUTY!! (Also, pop OFF abt that ugliness =/= morals rant, if you ever flesh it out send it MY WAY)

But until we can de-colonize the beauty industry, YEAH. UGLY RIGHTS. I’m ugly! It be like that! It’s not a bad thing! But It’s when we do things like equate ugliness to racial/ethnic/cultural stereotypes (for example, by equating characters described as ugly as Black, or Jewish, or any marginalized race/ethnicity) is when shit gets real harmful. Like you said, anon, “Why are you thinking of those traits as ugly?”

(Also, WOW, I have not taken the time to fully consider the harmful stereotypes of Jewish Grantaire. R’s thing with his nose, Fat R - not inherently ugly things in the slightest! great things to represent! But we have to ask ourselves why we don’t represent those things outside of the races/ethnicities they’re stereotypically linked with. ) 

road trip or a long drive home or something like that! 

this is among the most difficult drawings i’ve done i think, but i’m pretty happy with how it turned out

JeSsIcA gRaYsON dId YoU sLEeP WiTh Mr.WilSoN

I LITERALLY JUST STARTED WATCHING THE NANNY!!!

over the lunar new year i binge watched s1 of the nanny, and just HAD to doodle out my top outfits

my heart just exploded

My steddie brain rot is going crazy today.

But the trope of Steve going on so many failed dates at the same place. But Eddie is the waiter every time.

He makes snarky remarks, always is quick to supply a lie for Steve to get away from the ones with too many red flags (Eddie slips him a napkin explaining them every time on his way out, and Steve always trusts him), picks Steve’s spirits up when he strikes out yet again, and always slips him free dessert.

After a particularly horrible date - in which the girl shows up an hour late and thirty minutes before they close and proceeds to only talk about her ex the whole time, running out when he sees him pass by - Eddie allows Steve to stay after closing and gives him extra fries and a slice of chocolate cake.

When Steve’s head thuds against the counter, Eddie comments, “Maybe you’re cursed.”

Steve shoots back, “Maybe this place is cursed.”

Eddie is silent for a few moments and leans over the counter he’s cleaning to whisper, “Maybe I’m cursing you.”

Steve laughs and throws a fry at Eddie who yelps and demands he pays for his cake this time. When the laughter dies down, Steve finds himself actually considering a new location for his dates.

“Hey, Eddie, where do you take all your dates?”

Eddie freezes and looks at Steve. He shakes his head and continues wiping off the counter. “All my dates,” he mutters in what sounds like disbelief. Steve can hardly believe it.

“You… you don’t go on dates?” Steve questions.

Eddie shoots him a look and says, “Steve, I don’t know where you got that impression, but I certainly do notttt.” He circles around the counter and begins putting chairs on top of the tables.

“Why not? You’re funny, kind, really creative with your lies, have a steady supply of free cake…” Steve trails off as Eddie laughs. He blurts out, “And you’re not so bad on the eyes either.”

Eddie’s laughter abruptly stops. He slowly approaches Steve and asks, “Steve Harrington, are you saying you find me attractive?”

Steve easily flirts back, “Maybe I am.” And what the hell was that? This isn’t one of his dates.

Eddie’s cheeks turns red and he looks down shaking his head. He replies, “Well, if you’re looking for a new place for a date, I would suggest the diner across the street. So you can come crawling back to me when it fails.”

Steve throws yet another fry at him and exclaims, “Another failed one!”

“You’re right! I won’t be close enough to curse you!”

Steve remains in the diner until Eddie closes up. His stomach hurts from laughing so hard, and he entirely forgets about the failed date. But he comes up with a plan for the next one.

-:-:-:-:-:-

Steve shows up at the diner across the street with low hopes for this date.

Surprisingly enough, she shows up on time and is really funny and beautiful and…

Steve looks out the window trying to catch a flash of big curly hair in the diner across the street.

“Steve?” The girl, Jessie, asks. “You okay? You seem… distracted.”

“Yeah, of course,” he replies shaking the feeling that something is off.

The date goes… really well. And Steve isn’t happy about it. And he doesn’t know why he’s not happy until he finishes his meal and gets the check… with no free dessert.

Eddie is what’s off. The thought hits him suddenly, and Steve doesn’t know what to do. The perfect girl is literally right in front of him, but more than anything he wants to run across the street and see Eddie.

Eddie had cursed him.

“Steve, are you okay?” Jessie asks so kindly, and really she’s perfect. But she’s not Eddie.

“I’m so sorry…” Steve begins.

Jessie cuts him off, “Someone else, right? It’s okay really. I’ve been there, too. Just… go after her.” She smiles sweetly at Steve and squeezes his hand.

Who the fuck is she, and please be attracted to girls so Steve can set her up with Robin.

“Thank you,” Steve says leaving money on the table, he kisses her on the forehead and thanks her again. Then he’s racing out the doors, darting across the street, apologizing to a car that has to slam on the breaks and swerve to not hit him.

He races into the diner, and the bell obnoxiously rings as the door slams open. Luckily, there’s only one couple in the place, and they’re in the process of leaving. Or they were. Eddie dropped their change all over the ground when Steve startled everyone.

Steve helps to scoop up the money, apologizing and awkwardly waving as the couple leaves. When the door closes, Eddie slightly smiles asking, “Another failed date, huh?”

“No actually,” Steve replies.

Eddie’s face drops and his knuckles turn white around the money he’s gripping. “Oh. Well, congratulations,” Eddie says monotonously, shoving the money into the register and slamming it shut. “Unfortunately, we’re closing soon, so I’ll have to usher you out.”

“Eddie-”

“Leave,” Eddie says, not looking up.

“It didn’t work out!” Steve yells. “It didn’t work out. And it should’ve. Because she was everything. She was perfect. She was everything I wanted.”

“Glad to hear that-”

Steve interrupts, “But it didn’t matter because she wasn’t you!”

Eddie finally looks up at him. “What?”

“The whole time, I was expecting to look up and see you. And when I didn’t I was looking out the window trying to see you across the street and the damn glare wouldn’t let me. And then I was expecting free dessert subconsciously, and it never came!” Steve rambles out running his hands through his hair.

Eddie’s eyebrows furrow as he tilts his head. “You wanted me to be there for… my free dessert?”

Steve groans, “No, Eddie. I wanted you to be there on the other side of the table. I wanted Jessie to be you.”

Eddie stares at him for a few moments and then slowly breaks out into a grin. “So I really did curse you?”

“You did, you asshole,” Steve bites back laughing.

Eddie leans across the counter and says, “So, what if I told you that if I were to go on a date, I would go to Enzo’s? And that I’m free tomorrow night.”

“I would say it’s a date,” Steve says leaning in.

Eddie hesitates and says, “Woah now. A gentleman doesn’t kiss before the first date.”

Steve replies, “Apparently I’m not a gentleman then.”

Eddie meets him in the middle and gently kisses him, breaking it only when he can’t help but smile widely. “You’re going to get me fired.”

“Definitely now that I have an unlimited supply of free cake.”

Eddie rolls his eyes and says, “Which comes directly out of my paycheck.”

“Eddie! You didn’t tell me you were paying for it!”

Eddie smiles. “Sounds like you’re paying for a lot of our dates then.”

Steve comes around the counter and hooks his arms around Eddie’s neck. “Someone’s presumptuous.”

“And that someone needs to close the diner,” Eddie shoots back quickly giving Steve a peck on the cheek.

Steve helps him close up, wondering how it took him so long to see what was right in front of him.

me 3rd wheeling w/ my friends

Pez: How's the sexiest person here~?

June: I don't know, how are they~?

Pez, flustered: I-

Alex, from across the room: I'm doing great, thanks!

i-

ten year old dick: i know who you are, bruce

bruce, sighing: i'm bat--

dick: you're a tsundere

bruce:

bruce: go to your room

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