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#tbt that time dick grayson couldn’t travel to hell via magic signature book because he kept fuckin’ signing his name as nightwing

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every character i love ♥ slade wilson (deathstroke), dcu. ↳ “i’ve never failed before when i took on a mission. i’m damn well not going to give up now.”

kinda depressed that the better half of my 20s will be spent wading through the immediate effects/aftermath of a global pandemic

Champion

Leo always enjoyed seeing Jason spar, the way he moves, like the wind, sometimes fast and destructive, like an hurricane, or slow, quiet and silent, like a heavy summer day, and the experience get better when the blond used his powers, the bolts coming out of his gladius, the raw energy, the way he moves with the wind, using the air to affect his enemies, jumping higher that any human being, staying up in the sky, like a superhero, like Superman.

Jason always looked confident when he was fighting, like he knows what he was, a fighter.

“Cariño” said Leo, sitting up, stretching his limbs “You killed that dummies, you can rest a little bit, I’m sure they won’t wake up and take revenge, di Angelo isn’t close to revive them”

“They weren’t alive, Nico can’t…”

Leo kissed the Son of Jupiter, fast and humid, making a really high smack sound, giggling after the face of Jason, the blush and the sweet smile, The Stupid Boy in Love kind of smile like Piper like to call.

“You can rest, you are not Superman, no the real one, you have weaknesses”

“But the Saturnalias are coming, and Reyna want me to fight against Percy or Nico, or both, and, as the only Roman, I have to shine”

Seeing the face of Jason, Leo could guess that the boy wasn’t sleeping the right hours, the bags under his eyes, the shineless hair, the rigid muscles, all Jason screamed tired, and the hearth of Leo icht, because his boyfriend was worrying too much, at the point of being sick, because of his duty.

“Jay Jay, you are blond, your hair is always shining”

The deep, sweet laugh, make Leo happy, holding the sword, he put it back in the case hanging from Jason hips, rubbing his hands along the waist and back of the boy, bringing him closer, in a hug.

“I’m the champion of Juno, I have to be the best”

“You are the golden boy of New Rome, the favorite pup of Lupa, you were essential to both wars, you are their champion, I think the people will be happy if all of you gave a great show, and Hazel can be there too”

Intertwining his fingers in Leo’s curls, Jason sighed deep, stretching the hug, kissing the head of the Son of Hephaestus, smiling happy.

“And I lost enough of my daily Sexy Time, is a lost that my boyfriend trained super hard and I can’t enjoy the looks”

Rick I am so tired of you

it’s about catching people when they fall.

how to punctuate dialogue

(a general guide, dedicated to anon)

For the purposes of this description I’m going to use the word Words to indicate whatever the character is saying and the word Attribution to refer to the dialogue tag (the bit where you write ‘she said’). Further details and actual examples behind the cut.

1. dialogue followed by speaker

“Words,” attribution.

1a. quotation that is a question or an exclamation followed by speaker

“Words?” attribution.

“Words!” attribution.

The only difference from the above is changing the comma to a question mark or exclamation point. 

2. speaker followed by dialogue

Attribution, “Words.” 

Attribution, “Words?” 

Attribution, “Words!”

3. dialogue with the speaker in the middle of the quote

“Words,” attribution, “words.”

“Words,” attribution, “words?”

“Words,” attribution, “words!”

4. dialogue without attribution (the speaker is obvious and doesn’t need to be named)

“Words.”

“Words?”

“Words!”

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I dunno if this is a hot take or what but it would have been infinitely more fun if demigods were obviously eldritch in nature. just...very off-putting. weird eyes, weird blood, they just feel wrong to mortals, even if they cant see through the mist.

Demigods are half divinity. Half burning immortality and golden blood wrapped in fragile human skin. You can see it, sometimes, if you look close enough. Their skin seems barely able to contain all of them and their eyes burn with it. Perseus Jackson's got eyes too green and Leo Valdez's skin ripples with flame. Piper McLean's tongue drips gold and Hazel Levesque always looks like she could turn to dust any second. Jason Grace tastes like lightning and feels like a thunder cloud, while Frank Zhang's bones seem to shift under his skin constantly.

Demigods, godlings, are the foot soldiers of the gods. They are born for death and bloodshed in a never-ending war, whether they like it or not. Mortals can see that. They can see they way they ripple and move, like a mirage on a hot road. Demigods are meant to straddle the line, so they can never be truly normal to either side. Never belong to either. Not truly a god, but never just a mortal.

Sometimes, a mortal lover can brush their hand up against their demigod beloved and find nothing but air, their hand ghosting through skin like they were made of smoke and ash. Demigods don't seem real, don't feel it either and people notice. They keep quiet though, and watch them. Moving like shadows through water, never quiet corporeal.

Larger than life, ready to erupt and maybe that's why demigods die young. Not because of monsters, but because they are not built to last. They are made from gold ichor, and belief that has existed for thousands of years. But they are also made from flesh and blood. And that makes them unstable. Fragile.

Ready to spark and burn and die like a flare at a moment's notice.

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The Ice Cream Adventures for courageous_boss

Dick Grayson wanted only the best ice cream for his little brother. Ice Cream trucks were bland. They had lights and made fun sounds, but Damian, he knew, was not into such trivial things. He would want delicacies. So that was what he would get, Dick decided.

As it turns out, though, sometimes staying in the most crime-ridden city is actually the safer plan.

When I'm standing in the gallows I'll be staring at the sky for @boyblunder-thedarkheir

Damian goes back to his grandfather's side to protect his family, but the last thing he expects is for Dick to follow him. In the dark heart of the League, there's nothing Damian can do to spare his Robin.

Dynamite Duo Gift Exchange Art 2021 for @inksalot101

Prompt: "Any fic or art that's hurt/comfort or fluffy? I dont really mind anything. Nothing explicit please"

This prompt reminded me of that one scene where Dick and Damian see each other for the first time in a very long time and they run to hug each other, so I drew Dick and Damian hugging. Ha, pretty self-explanatory but I hope you like it! :')

Build a Will to Thrive for @cute-bi-disaster

Damian, sneaking out to do a solo patrol without Batman's permission, comes across a Talon from the Court of Owls. Only this one doesn't seem interested in killing him.

What's Not to Like About the Zoo? for @salparadiselost

They were in the African Savanna part of the zoo, staring at giraffes, when Dick’s phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Sorry to interrupt your day, Dick, but we think there might be a bomb in one of the buildings," said the voice of Oracle.

The hand not holding his phone dropped down to where Damian’s shoulder would be—except it wasn’t there.

Dick’s breath caught.

OR D&d go to the zoo, what could go wrong?

Brotherly Love (aka four times Dick Grayson said "I Love You" and one time Damian Wayne said it back) for @mlim8

The title basically says it all. Lots of fluff. It's set during the Batman!Dick era, in a slight AU where Supersons happened prior to battle for the cowl. Written for the Dynamite Duo gift exchange. Enjoy!

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good essays i’ve read this year

“the siren song” by nina maclaughlin

“out there: on not finishing” by devin kelly

“illuminating kirinyaga: meaing and knowing in mount kenya’s forests” by tristan mcconnell

“on the igbo art of storytelling” by ikechukwu ogbu

“poetry fills tehran streets as iranians adapt nowruz rituals to corona restrictions” by alex shams

“writing emails to my late father” by krista stevens

“panic is worse than pain: how fiction failed me after trauma” by jenn ashworth