stop reblogging headlines without reading the article. actually put in the effort to learn about how to be antiracist and how to organize & make a change within ur community. get in touch with local groups. if you don’t have any near you, take the time to learn, listen, & spread resources. research & criticize yourself. take it easy, but take it.

here are those resources again to get started:

ORGANIZING RESOURCES doc

Master List of Black Revolutionary Readings by Timmy Chau (free pdfs, some have been taken down but most are still up, you could try googling the ones that have been deleted)

Anti-racist Resource Guide by Tasha K. (books, podcasts, movies and more)

D e c o l o n i z e : Resources by Ari Sahagún and Jay Saper (also check out resource generation)

Antisemitism: a basic guide by @bishonen and @hotgirlkakashi

jason todd x gender neutral reader. 473 words. notes: based on real news about the black hole in the center of the milky way, which you can read about (and see!!!) in this article!! (you can also take a look at what this might mean for our understanding of black holes going forward in this article.) besides the event horizons telescope team, this post was also brought to you by a darling anon <3 hope you enjoy, lovely, and thank you so much for requesting! warnings: none that i can think of!

"hey," jason said, pulling your attention away from the book in your hands, "remember the conversation we had last night?"

"about the black hole thing you heard about?"

he hummed an affirmative, his eyes still scanning his phone. "i found the photo, if you want to see."

you set the book on the table beside you and shifted across the couch, looping an arm around his and resting your chin on his shoulder. he tilted his phone towards you, giving you a better view of the blurry orange and black image.

"apparently it's a composite of a lot of different images," he explained, interest clear in his voice. "it was done with this big network of telescopes that work together to basically make one giant telescope."

"that's really cool. this is our black hole, you said?"

he nodded. "the center of the milky way. pretty crazy, huh?"

"yeah."

he scrolled down, continuing to read the article, and you let your eyes slide shut. his breath was soft and steady, moving his shoulder with every inhale and exhale.

it was nice.

the room was otherwise quiet, with only the muffled sounds of city outside the window. between the calm motion under your chin and the peaceful setting, you felt a wave of sleepiness wash over you.

-

not long after, you woke up to jason sliding out from under your chin, gently supporting you with his hand.

your fingers caught his shirt, gently tugging on it as he stood up.

"go back to sleep, gorgeous."

you grumbled, blinking your eyes open and meeting his gaze. "where are you going?"

"i need a drink of water, so i was going to give you my spot so you can stretch out some."

"why don't you nap with me?"

he smiled softly, taking his hand away from your shoulder to brush it against your cheek. "do you want me to?"

"mhm," you mumbled. "you're comfy."

"let me get my water, and then we can nap."

-

he came back to find you stretched out across the couch, groggily smiling when he walked in.

"c'mere," you requested, arms open. "nap time."

he set his water on the table next to your book. then, slowly and carefully, he joined you on the couch.

"hi," he whispered.

"hi." you tucked yourself under his chin this time, bunching his shirt up in one hand. "are you tired?"

"not really."

you frowned slightly, grip on his shirt loosening. "oh. you don't have to stay, if you don't want to."

"i don't know, baby. i think i'm past the event horizon."

"what?"

"the point of no return-"

"oh," you said again. "a black hole joke."

"yeah."

"just for that, you do have to stay for nap time."

True love’s kiss is when Dick places his lips on the joints of your fingers when they ache during winter — parcels of heat prickling your nerves awake and away from a constant thrum of a dull ache.

JVSONS’ JASON TODD MASTERLIST

koriand'r x gender neutral reader. 236 words. notes: for koriand'r appreciation week! i'e absolutely adored seeing what everyone's made, and have been so excited to contribute something 😭 warnings: none!

"love?"

the nickname no longer felt like being hooked up to a battery.

for a long time, her smooth voice calling "love" would shoot exactly that- love, the intense chemical concoction that it is- directly into your veins, making your heart flutter and your face warm.

now, the warmth lived in your chest instead of your face, and calmed your heart instead of sending it racing. now, "love" settled neatly into your being, steadying and comforting as though it belonged there. love no longer felt like a jump-start.

you shifted back from the sink, twisting to look through the doorway and into the living area of the apartment. "kitchen!"

her heels announced her approach and moments later she came into view. a broad grin was on her face as she set her keys on the counter, eyes not leaving yours. "i'm home," she said fondly.

"yes, yes you are." you sounded smitten, even to your own ears- and from the way her smile grew impossibly brighter, your tone wasn't lost on her either. "my home," you added quietly, love shoving the words out of you to make room for the way it seemed to double just by looking at her.

she laughed warmly, moving to tug you into her arms. "clever. you're my home, as well."

THIS MUST BE THE PLACE (C.C.)

Fic Wish Requests

Pairing: Cassandra Cain x reader

Blurb: You tell her a stupid joke and her laugh - the sound of mischief and delicate fairy wind chimes - makes your heart skip a beat for what feels like several times over.

Warnings: none

Requested by: @batwngs  [since cass’ bday is coming up this week..👉👈 wish u could write something soft for her birthday if u dont mind thank u💕]

A/N: I tried to make it as sweet as possible for you, I hope you like it  💕

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You checked your outfit for the sixth time, debating whether to change for the first three options you picked or whether you were over thinking because of your nerves again. You had also spent a long time having an inner monologue debating the state of your hair and the cleanliness of your apartment.

To say you were nervous was an understatement.

You were a wreck.

Today was your first birthday celebration with your best friend, and you wanted everything to be perfect on her special day.

Jason is a man fortified by the seething strands of hatred that run like clear water through his veins. The only difference between the canals of blood and his emotions is, one is flammable and can cost the lives of thousands if tampered with learned hands. Even the most experienced minds can’t get to a man who seeks vengeance, however, no matter how many strings they pull. Of course, except for you. The gun in his holster swipes out to feign danger to anyone that screams threat through his visor. Doesn’t matter if they’re clad in black and gray, or a woman with only half a life left in her. Jason points the barrel, his barrel, at anyone who threatens to take him away from his goal, and more importantly, you. For a man who fights with such recklessness and impatience, he and his finger resting on the trigger won’t let him be caught off guard. And, for such a violent man, he can’t help but send you small texts telling you about his day and try his best to make room for one minute calls to talk to you and give word of his safety. Jason doesn’t care if he has a bullet hole in his shoulder, or a missing gun cache to apprehend, his grief will eat him alive if he doesn’t talk to you. The bullet-shelled claws of his mind ready him to wreak havoc right after, and he slowly presses the button on his neck to move his headpiece back into place whilst barking commands to his tank Sargent.

Below i will be listing my do’s and dont’s about my requests, just so no mishaps occur. (hopefully)

BEFORE REQUESTING •

Please read my DNI criteria post before requesting, the last thing I need is someone of the unnerving type prompting me to write.

Thank you very much ♡ and again don't worry abt doing this fast if you have lots of things to do :D

YOUR FIRST TIME SEEING SNOW

Features • Jason Todd

MASTERLIST

WARNINGS • none

CATEGORY • fluff

AN •

Thank you so much for your request! I’m in the middle of a major snowstorm right now so this was perfect to write about.

what really makes this stand out and just be so cute is how jason prepared for this exact moment, how he rushed in to get the reader so they can see snow fall from the sky, that he pulled out warm clothing for them to wear out, that he bought new boots and a coat for them to stay warm while they watch something so beautiful for the first time. he wanted to make this moment unbelievably special, a kind of core memory for the reader that follows them throughout life. he probably didn’t intend for this aspect, but he’ll now live on in their memory every time it snows: when snow gently falls to touch their skin and clothes on a late walk back from a terribly long, cold day, they’ll be reminded of his kindness and love to make such a small moment important and unforgettable in their mind.

CURRENTLY FEATURES • ALL DC WORKS | FICS, DRABBLES, SERIES, HEADCANONS

CHARACTER FEATURES • JASON TODD, DICK GRAYSON, TIM DRAKE, BRUCE WAYNE

UPCOMING FICS

CURRENT SERIES

DECIPHER DEAD

ARKHAM KNIGHT! JASON TODD X READER

•MASTERLIST

00. DEVOUR

JASON TODD X VIGILANTE! READER

•MASTERLIST

SAVING GRAY

DICK GRAYSON X ANTI HERO! READER

MASTERLIST COMING SOON

CHARACTER FEATURES

JASON TODD

DRABBLES

• YOUR FIRST TIME SEEING SNOW

• THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE ARKHAM KNIGHT AND RED HOOD

• FOR THE PEOPLE

• INESCAPABLE

• LOSING TIME

• DIEHARD

• ALMOST NOTHING

FICS

• SMOOTH TALKER

• FIRST TIME CHILLS

• RELAX

• SAY IT RIGHT

• STRESS RELIEVER

• FAR IN WINDS

• LATE NIGHT SAVIOR

• DIMMING LIGHTS

• “CARDINAL” IN CRIME

• HOURS PASSED

• CARAMEL WHISKEY

• UNDER THE CANDLE LIGHT

• PROVING POINTS

• BREAK THE KNIGHT

• LATE NIGHTS AND CHRISTMAS LIGHTS

• BURNING GOLD

• SHADOWED AND DANGEROUS

• SWEET VENEZUELA

HEADCANONS

• JASON TODD IS A TEASER

• JASON TODD’S HUGS

DICK GRAYSON

DRABBLES

• WARNINGS

FICS

• ALWAYS YOU

• SECRET SANTA

• SNOWBALL FIGHT

• LAST MINUTE SHOPPING

• MISSED YOU

HEADCANONS

TIM DRAKE

DRABBLES

• INTELLIGENCE

FICS

• SKATE, DON’T SLIDE

• HOLIDAY FANATICS

HEADCANONS

JASON TODD, DICK GRAYSON, TIM DRAKE, BRUCE WAYNE

• THEIR WORST FEARS

• WHEN THEY’RE SICK

• YOUR FIRST CHRISTMAS AT WAYNE MANOR

• RANDOM ROMANCE SONGS I ASSOCIATE WITH THEM

• WHEN THEY’RE SNOWED IN

A small section of Jason’s bedroom (and maybe yours) is used as a reading space. The space is decently bland, only a small part of floor adorned with an unnecessary stack of blankets and a small bookshelf. Even though Jason never says it, his little reading corner is his favorite part of the house. You could rely on finding him there most of his free hours, draped in blankets and leaning against the wall for support. Sometimes, he’ll just lay on the floor and hold the book above him with one hand while the other rests behind his head.

“Why did you call me?”

You know now. It was your last chance. You told him before that you wouldn’t ever come back to Gotham, would never dream of living your life in the city that cannibalizes itself and its population. Without your parents here to anchor you to it, you are truly free from Gotham. But how do you say all that to him? You can’t. You haven’t really changed at all.

“I… I miss you. Miss us.”

He stirs his coffee, watches the little ripples he makes like it’s more interesting than your attempt at reconciliation. You clench your fists on your lap and lean back against the booth.

“Forget it. I shouldn’t have called.”

“You shouldn’t have.”

You swing your head back at him. He’s still looking at his coffee but there's an edge there in the way his jaw is set and the pursing of his lips.

hi lovely!! :) thank you so much- it was indeed a great time 💖💖 made even better by the lovely prompts you sweet folks sent in 🥺 im having so much fun with these!!

falling in love with koriand'r had been easy. she burned bright and warm and had a pull not unlike the sun she represented, and when she loved you back it felt like the dawn.

the beginning of a new period of light and warmth, a new phase of life with her by your side. a laugh like a summer breeze and a smile like a bright blue sky, with hugs strong and comforting.

nothing is perfect, and this was no exception: arguments, superhero duties, and dark days were not unheard of. but falling back together was, while not always easy, the obvious choice.

HERE (D.G.)

Pairing: Dick Grayson x reader

Dialogue Prompts

Requested by: a lovely anon

Warnings: none

A/N: here, have my attempt at slowly easing myself out of writer's block.

"I'm here now."

"Do I really have to do this?"

"Yes."

"But- "

You put your hands on your waist and give Dick a mild look of reproach.

"No excuses. You promised me you had nothing going on today."

He has the grace to look reproached, although the mischief in his eyes says otherwise.

"I didn't promise to be marinated like a chicken though, if that was the deal then I wanna take back my promise."

You roll your eyes. "Are you done complaining?"

He relents, and you continue with your job until he sighs audibly.

"I look like a clown."

You both cringe at the words.

The word had a very different connotation in Gotham than it did anywhere else, and before you had the chance to be offended, Dick was quick to explain himself.

"Not like that! I just- I mean, look at me!"

Okay, maybe he had a point.

He was wearing a gown and had a face mask on, a towel in his hair and his hands were currently soaking to prepare for the manicure you'd talked him into getting.

You stifled a laugh.

"Okay, maybe a little bit. But I promise you it'll be worth it, just trust me."

He gives you a look that very plainly states that he doesn't, in fact trust you. At least not with this.

Ignoring him, you get started.

Some time and a ton of complaints later, Dick looked like a new person.

He couldn't stop looking at his hands, or touching his hair. This time you couldn't hide your laughter.

"Enjoying yourself?"

Dick turned to you with the happiest look on his face, and surprises you with a short but passionate thank-you kiss.

"You didn't have to do all that, you know."

There's no surprise on your part that he still somehow feels as though being taken care of isn't something he deserves, but you don't mind reminding him again.

"I'm here now, and I don't mind taking care of you. Besides, I wanted to. Everyone deserves to be pampered, even sneaky vigilantes in skin tight suits."

He rolls his eyes at that last addition, but smiles at you nonetheless.

"It's time for your massage now. C'mon."

"Is it gonna be the happy ending kind?"

Your face scrunches up in mock disgust. "Horndog"

There's a cheeky grin on his face before he pulls you dangerously close to him. "Only for you." He breathes into your ear.

You blush instantly at the connotation before you wriggle out of his hold.

"I'm gonna meet you in the bedroom for your massage. With no ending whatsoever."

like I really think the dialogue takes center stage here, like the content is adorable af and I love the idea that dick is able to be taken care of for once rather than him being the one to be taking care of— it’s something his character truly lacks the opportunity to truly let himself partake in (even when he does have the opportunity and choice to do so, he never allows himself the chance) which is something you also showcased so brilliantly!! like his own hesitancy and questioning of the entire ordeal when, in the end, he enjoyed it!

but really ur dialogue and the words that are spoken between the two really heighten this idea— that dick is able to relax and feel relaxed, that he’s able to be taken care of, that he’s able to find comfort despite his own hesitancy. while you don’t have a lot of dialogue tags, I think your prose often fills that gap:

“You didn’t have to do all that, you know.”

I can just imagine the softness that carries in his voice, a kind of softness he probably didn’t know was even there (or that he never gave the opportunity to surface). I think it’s just a subtle yet masterful thing to do on your end to heighten that emotion and love that he’s feeling within that scene!

previous masterlist || last updated: 17/09/21

kofi

ar’s blurbs : click for smaller, sweeter stories!

batboys drabbles

— summer ‘21 blurbs

— as if you’re there

angsty post breakup bad dreams

— looking directly at u

sweet hurt/comfort drabbles for crying hearts and hard days

— your warm touch

tenderness and slice of life drabbles

batgirl drabbles

— summer ‘21 blurbs

dick grayson

— kiss me more

4 times dick tries to propose + the 1 time u beat him too it

— with u i just feel rich

dilf! dick grayson, the cutest baby and bat family feels all wrapped up in baby powder-sweet package

>> more dilf! grayson content

— please don’t let go

falling in love with a beautiful boy at a trashy college party is easy when he makes you feel euphoric

jason todd

— we bloom

pretty boyfriend’s tropical getaway of sun, sand and sleepy kisses turns into a big case

tim drake

— want u to be alright, baby

vineyard vacations, dangerous missions and make up make outs

— feels like i’m urs

train rides and shared playlists or alternatively; baby wants kisses on the subway

damian wayne

— art major! damian

— driver’s license

angsty teen love + break up tears

— bright things

zo ily 😭😭😭

i think jason is really bad at first because he’s hesitant and worried about overwatering so sometimes he skimps on water when he really shouldn’t but he is an active learner. jason buys books from the gardening section at his favorite bookstore on different techniques and like how to grow indigenous plants and even reaches out to people in the community garden for tips on growing his vegetables!! his gardening does spiral out of control when he realizes he can have more than one plot at the community garden. he has a plot dedicated to indigenous plants, a plot for root vegetables (mostly potatoes and onions, garlic, carrots and he really wants to try growing ginger and sweet potatoes), and a plot for leafy and seed vegetables like the many types of peppers he has growing! he wants to try fruits one day but he would rather wait until he can have more space because he wants to grow fruit trees.

it’s a rewarding experience for him when it comes time to harvest! he’s sad about you know having to harvest his vegetables because he was so devoted to them but he preparing the vegetables for a meal is really the highlight of gardening for him. it’s some of the best meals he has because it’s his vegetables and he is cooking and it all circles back because what leftovers he has can be buried and grown again. i think he enjoys sharing those meals with alfred

He looks up from the array of gun parts and cleaning supplies on the coffee table to look at you and ask just a simple request, for you to hand him the rag hanging on the corner of the table closest to you, but he stops himself, mouth still open in the middle of forming the words. You’ve abandoned your own task of making a new pair of matching sweaters for you and him, instead you hold his leather jacket and patch up a hole in the arm. After cleaning his guns, he was going to fix it himself, but you’ve beat him to it.

Jason smiles. It’s nice to have this with another person, to care for another so well that you would put off your own task to help them, to alleviate whatever stress or burden from their shoulders. He helped you with your garden once, just a small little plot in the community garden right down the street, a little reluctantly, fearing the feeling of dirt beneath his nails and the stench of damp earth. You just fixed him with a pair of glove you bought just for him and told him to think of the life that grows from the earth. His resurrection is still a mystery, but he doesn’t think on it anymore, doesn’t think about digging his way free from a casket and breaching the topsoil, he thinks of your careful explanations of caring for your flowers and growing vegetables. 

Without a word, you tie off the thread, fold the jacket and place it on the coffee table. You pick up the yarn and crochet hook and continue your work.

“Thank you.”

You just hum.

For a few minutes, you both continue on in silence, the only noises coming from him picking up and setting down various items. The radiator rattles to life to his left and he looks to you again, expecting you to perk your head up and look to the source of the sudden noise, but you never come up from creating a neat row of stitches. You’re always alert, always watchful, but now, there’s nothing, just your peaceful humming on a loop as you lose your place in the melody and begin all over again.

It’s always been the same, always an alertness and then a hand on your shoulder or arm or anywhere he could touch, just to let you know that he’s there and even if there was something to be afraid of, he’d be there. 

Oh. Oh. He has that brief little spark that nearly sends him spiraling. It’s him. You feel safe enough around him to let your guard down. You have that trust and security in being around him. It’s him and you. A private pair who feel warmth and safety and love, and whatever room you’re in fills with it, none so like your home. He thrives in this little hole in the wall because you made it a home for him. Jason doesn’t know what to do with this unnamed feeling, all he can do is set his work down and lean back on the couch. 

That realization has taken it out of him.

“What is it?” your hands have stilled, halfway through making a new stitch in the sweater, interrupted for him.

I really love how they’re both just sharing a space together doing their own thing yet taking care of each other still :’) and the way the reader just took it upon themselves to patch up his jacket without him ever asking and he just stops and smiles!! I always imagined him struggling to ask others for help, especially early on in a relationship since relying on others to do things for u requires a kind of vulnerability he wasn’t prepared for. and to just have someone care for u in a way where they do things for u unasked probably means sm to jason—unexpectedly so much since the man was used to doing things for others and then for himself

I also love that you pepper in that growth and love they both have for one another in terms of action: just as the reader cares for jason to patch up his jacket and make sweaters for him, he too would help the reader with their little garden despite his fears and past. On that note tho I love that their love and care for one another bridges their broken gaps and cracks, that the reader urges him to see earth as a place of potential, a place for growth, life, and love (all of which he’s able to experience now in this relationship— that small little garden they care for together being the physical embodiment of their love for each other, the effort and care and patience they put in to bear fruit)