(Taylor's Version)

Tim: what do you think was the most insane shit you used to do at the league?

Damian: …like for training or for fun?

Tim: you were allowed fun?

Damian: *shrug* we made up games.

Tim: ok, so what was the most unhinged game?

Damian: hmm… real life operation was pretty wild.

Tim:

Tim: fucking what.

-in the car ride home-

Jason, slightly drunk: well ya’see we figured out that i’d always come back- m’fuckin immortal or whatever the fuck,

Damian: and even if he wasn’t, we usually played it right next to the lazarus pit as a backup, so we could always tip him in if there was an emergency.

Jason: -yeah! so i used to just- used to just eat shit. and then after like an hour to let whatever i ate travel through my body a bit, they’d all cut me open and see who could get it all out with tweezers.

Damian: it was hard, because he kept somehow swallowing constantly-activated taser probes, so we actually would get buzzed if we fucked up.

Jason: *smug* i was a fuckin’ genius at comin up with educational games for you kids.

Damian: it did teach us a lot about anatomy.

Tim:

ao3 literally advises that people copy-and-paste their works from elsewhere and to NOT write directly onto the site.

because unless and until it’s posted, ao3 does NOT back up works for you. meaning if your screen crashes, if the site glitches, if your wifi stops working, or if you lose power — anything — you risk losing the whole thing you’ve written.

sure, you can technically save drafts on ao3 (up to 30 days, if memory serves me right), but it’s still not something most writers do. most writers copy and paste their own works from elsewhere onto ao3 prior to posting (I say this with respect, this is a common sense).

i would like to see more fics centred on Steph sneaking into Gotham high society by using Bruce as a shield. she walks in half under Bruce’s coat or blocked from security’s sight by a line of Legal Wayne Children and then has to spend her evenings as an outlaw/gala-stowaway because if she gets caught by the guards she will get her ass thrown out for not being invited. i want to make it very clear that Bruce reminds her on a weekly basis she Does Not Need To Do This. not only is Bruce fully willing to adopt her on the spot but she also just doesn’t have to attend all the events if she doesn’t want to. Steph’s doing this for the love of the fucking game.

there has to be an occasion at a gala where Bruce does his usual bluff of ‘she might be my kid you don’t fucking know’ to get Steph in, except the head of security for this event is so sick of Bruce’s shit that he’s prepared for this exact scenario ahead of time and brought a lawyer with proof of Steph’s legal status. three minutes in when Steph hasn’t even had an opportunity to slip into the crowds she’s being held back and told she isn’t allowed to attend. the security team are really smug up until they have to watch the entire league of Wayne kids spending the entire event all crowded around one slightly open window so they can talk to and pass food/drink to Steph, who has decided to attend the event from outside.

there also has to be an occasion after people start catching on to Steph’s game where the kids are trying to come up with ways around this without giving in and letting Bruce adopt Steph, and there’s a point where Jason just pauses and then goes ‘what about if you’re a legal child, of a legal child….?’

cut to the head of security at the next gala genuinely considering quitting his job and going back to retail as he stands in front of the Wayne family which includes Stephanie with Jason’s arm wrapped around her as she holds out an adoption certificate.

“This is my daughter.” Jason says calmly. “Let her in.”

“She’s four years younger than you.”

“Don’t harass my son for having my granddaughter young, you don’t know his story.” Bruce calls out from the back of the crowd.

“I’m seventeen,” Steph tells the doorman seriously. “I’m just a child. You can’t separate me from my mom and dad.”

“Whose your mom?”

and Dick lays a comforting hand on Jason’s shoulder, “We co-parent.”

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I didn't censor anything, what -

oh. Oh, no. That's meant to be a line to show where the tail begins. Oh no, now I look like some weird prude.

I genuinely can't stop thinking about these two. Help

Annabeth: oh shucks. That’s right. You don’t know!

Magnus: know what

Annabeth: my mom is actually my maternal grandma, my best friend is my mom, and our camp director is my older brother I think?

Magnus: ….

Annabeth: oh, and Fredrick isn’t my dad

Magnus: the only good thing to come out of this really

Annabeth: I mean Sally’s my grandma so she spoils me with blue sweets so I mean that’s a positive too?

Magnus: fair. Think she’d adopt me?

I’m an astronaut, you’re the moon,

I stare at you, I sing to you

"Do not call me after 9" is not a boundary. I can't control someone else's actions

When people say a boundary has to be something you can enforce it's not about how you frame it, but about those who try to manipulate others with therapy speak. It's more like

"I have a boundary where you can't see your male friends." Not a reasonable or healthy boundary; controls the other person.

"Please don't call me after 9." Reasonable boundary, sets expectations, can be referred back to if ignored.

During the Orestia

Apollo: Miss Aphrodities, as the best wife in the world—

Hera, glaring: And who decided on that?

Zeus: Apollo

Apollo: My apologies, Miss Aphrodities as the wife everyone has wanted at some point in their lives, what do you think about Clymnestra murdering her husband?

Perse, on stand: I feel like she was too merciful

Orestes, the defendant: Excuse me?

Apollo, glaring at him: *hisses* Not now *Turns to Perse* Would the beautiful woman care to elaborate?

Perse, smiles apologetic at Orestes: Of course, apologies to the son who lost his father as no child should have to go through that, but personally speaking *Face growing cold* If my husband had promised our daughter a wedding with the greatest heroes of our time*Ignoring Ares loudly saying 'She fucking hated Achiles'* but it was all a front to sacrifice her because he could simply NOT resist hunting in sacred lands and then he dared to come back home as if nothing happened... well, I'd no longer have a husband and there'd be another limbless corpse rotting in Tartarus

Apollo, her husband: *Sighs dreamly* We should have a few daughters, I already can imagine you with them—*Shaking his head* Sorry, so, Miss Aphrodities, you agree with that Clymnestra killed her husband for a good reason *Perse nods* Then do you agree with her treatment of her remaining children?

Perse, shakes her head: No

Apollo, nodding: Thank you, my love *Turns to the rest of court* So, although we cannot fault Clymnestra for her reaction to what her husband had done, this matter cannot intefer with the defendant's judgement, as he did not simply avenge his father, but also the treatment he and his remaining siblings went through

Zeus, surprised: Huh, he actually had a point