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just had a panic attack mid jerkoff sesh. killing myself goodbye forever #vent #nsfw #<- unless you work at the jacking off store i guess

🎥 mutual2 jan 32, 2025 - 3:09PM

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🐕 mutual3 jan 32, 2025 - 3:07PM

everything is so scary does anyone even know what to do #i hate it here!!!!!!!!!!

🌈 mutual4 jan 32, 2025 - 3:02PM

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🧍🏻‍♂️ mutual5 jan 32, 2025 - 2:58PM

thinking of watching tv today #i <3 tv show yayyayayyayy

🏹 mutual6 jan 32, 2025 - 2:52PM

I <3 TRANSGENDER!!!!!!!!!!

🩸 mutual7 jan 32, 2025 - 2:49PM

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🌧️ mutual8 jan 32, 2025 - 2:41PM

[9-paragraph-long analysis of blorbo from their shows] #does this make sense ?? #analysis #myshows

🐏 australianmutual jan 32, 2025 - 2:38PM

still cant sleep. its 5am rn :( #insomniaposting

🍓 mutual9 jan 32, 2025 - 2:35PM

if i dont finish this essay in time there will be bloodshed #dont EVER go to college. evil here.theres assignmence

🧪 mutual10 jan 32, 2025 - 2:31PM

in the hospital again :P #third time this month. lets all die

⛪️ mutual11 jan 32, 2025 - 2:27PM

i have GOT to fuck a priest sacreligious style #nsft #please please please. on my knees for more than one reason if ur picking up what im putting down #get it . because

🦅 americanmutual jan 32, 2025 - 2:24PM

i fucking love burger

🔮 mutual12 jan 32, 2025 - 2:21pm

i hate taylor swift

🪩 mutual13 jan 32, 2025 - 2:20PM

i love taylor swift

🎸 mutual14 jan 32, 2025 - 2:17PM

i miss gerard babygirl come back please come back #MISS GERARDDDDDD :(

🐝 mutual15 jan 32, 2025 - 2:14PM

[image of 2 men standing across the room from each other] They were in love here ... #do u think they ever explored each others bodies

🧊 mutual16 jan 32, 2025 - 2:09PM

i thionk i might be aromantic .

⛏️ mutual17 jan 32, 2025 - 2:02PM

i have beenplaying minecraft. for 17 hours straight

💜 mutual18 jan 32, 2025 - 1:59PM

considering intensive outpatient again #2025 resolution is to Not kill myself its going bad. iop save me

🪐 mutual19 jan 32, 2025 - 1:55PM

I <3 MATH!!!!!!!!!!!!

🦈 mutual20 jan 32, 2025 - 1:52PM

has anybody noticed that the world is so scary and bad

jason todd who was such a sweet eager-to-please kid. he literally adored bruce for taking him in and letting him be robin, so he was doing literally anything he could think of to make his adoption worthwhile to bruce. being the model student at school, keeping his room immaculately clean, training as much as he could--the enthusiasm was genuinely baffling to bruce, who up until that point had only ever dealt with dick motherfucking grayson as a child under his care. at first he thought something was wrong with jason, or that he was covering something up. alfred had to pull him aside after a few months just like 'no he's genuinely this much of a people pleaser, master bruce. this isn't an act'. they had no idea what to do with this kid.

bruce doesn't even know most of the stuff jason does, he just assumes these little things Happen to Happen, and doesn't consider that it isn't alfred or that it might not be a coincidence. he counts himself lucky that jason is a well behaved kid and doesn't look too far into the details of how far that behaviour goes. so through the years after jason's death, bruce is genuinely just... fucking baffled.

"alfred, why did you stop making those little smoothie pots and leaving them in the fridge for my breakfasts? i really liked them, but you never have them anymore."

"...what smoothie pots?"

"the ones you always left in the door of the fridge for me, with the post-it notes telling me to have a good morning."

"i have never made you a smoothie pot, master bruce. i fear this was another of jason's little habits."

"...shit."

"indeed."

"so you don't know how to make these smoothie pots?"

like- i want jason to have literally been doing the most random fucking stuff you can think of. he was organising bruce's sock drawer, watering the plants in the downstairs bathroom, stapling together all the WE files in bruce's office so that bruce wouldn't misplace any of them. he was going above and beyond to make bruce's life as easy as possible in any way he could think of for YEARS, and he did it all so quietly that bruce never noticed until jason wasn't around anymore and all of a sudden his life was real fuckin' inconvenient and he had no idea why.

i just think it would be funny if red hood does a big identity reveal in front of all the bats and bruce just instantly bursts into tears in jason's arms weeping about how 'alfred let the fern die and they had to buy a new mop bucket because nobody knew where jason had stored it last' and jason is just. very confused holding a sobbing batman because he genuinely forgot that he used to do any of that stuff. meanwhile dick's in the background next to tim and he's just like 'so were you the one that organised the west attic? 'cause tim thinks it was the spirit of thomas wayne and we've been arguing about it for six months.'

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*connecting ping*

Jason, over the roar of a motorcycle engine: y'ello. just you tonight?

Dick: heyyy, littlewing! yeah, i'm just keeping an eye on some stuff, it's kinda quiet tonight. whatcha' up to?

Jason: actually i'm on my way back from an out-of-town mission and i'm passing Blud. figured i'd swing by rather than go all the way to Gotham tonight, if you aren't busy.

Dick: sounds good to me. wanna meet up and finish my patrol with me? was gonna get pizza on my way back home.

Jason: i'm down, where should i go?

Dick: uhh, 'bouta come up to Stark Ave, if you wanna cross lines there?

Jason: got it.

Dick: did you hear the latest bullshit going down over at the manor?

Jason, dry: 'latest bullshit' could be anything from some shit Damian did two weeks ago to something Tim did this morning; you gotta be more specific.

Dick: i was over there a few days ago and got the gossip from Alfred. *amused* B's mad at Damian because he thinks Damian's a bully at school.

Jason: oh yeah, i was there when that started. he's still on that?

Dick: you knew and didn't tell me?!

Jason: sorry. it's bullshit anyway, i just figured B would forget before we even got back to the cave. they're still going on about it?

Dick: they were arguing for hours. did Damian even do anything?

Jason, instantly: oh, yeah. he did that shit. 100% guilty.

Dick, in disbelief: what?! are you telling me my baby brother is a bully?! Jason, you were supposed to raise him better than that!

Jason: no- *wheeze* no, you're misunderstanding me. yeah, he's beaten a couple people up and made some kids cry, but he isn't a bully.

*a beat*

Jason: not intentionally, anyway. *engine cuts out* i'm here by the way.

Dick: what the fuck?

Jason, defensive: well- you know how Damian is!

Dick: less and less as the days go by... i'm above you, look up.

Jason: *chuckle* alright, alright that's fair. but you know how like, quick-witted he is? he's got the silver tongue of a fucking snake, it's annoying how good he is at insulting people.

Dick: oh yeah. i've been saying since he showed up in Gotham that we need to get that little guy into a debate team. he'd sweep.

Jason: exactly! but the problem is he also doesn't have any kind of regulation about appropriate levels of harshness in response to other peoples' insults, right? like... if somebody comes at you with a level one insult, then the correct response is a matching level one rebuttal or a level two if you want to shut them down. level three if they're an ass--but you get me, right? there's rules.

Dick, snorting: ok, yeah, i get it. Damian does not play by those rules ever.

Jason: exactly! this fucker's going around like it's a constant free-for-all!

Dick: -one time i told him he looked kind of like a chipmunk when he scrunches his nose and gets all annoyed. he looks me straight in the eyes and without missing a beat tells me, 'and you look like an echo of the man Mary and John Grayson wanted you to be. i bet you fall asleep at night thinking about how disappointed they would be if they could see the mess you've grown up to become.'

Jason: *loud wheeze*

Dick: -aND I WAS LIKE DAMN KID? FRIENDLY FIRE?!

Jason: SO YOU- *cackle* SO YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN-?!

Dick: yeah, but i thought it was just a family thing! are you telling me that he's pulling that shit with innocent school children?!

Jason: *still cackling* no you- *choke* you gotta- you gotta give Day a break, man. he- *wheeze* he doesn't mean to,

Dick, starting to laugh incredulously: how is he not meaning to-?!

Jason: well he's- *laugh* he's not the one starting it, you know? like- these kids aren't completely innocent. the issue is, kids try to pick on Damian with their lame-ass level two insults, and- *wheeze* Damian keeps turning around to smack them across the faces with instant level ten shit-,

Dick: *wheezing* Damian no,

Jason: -and then these other kids start crying and snitch on Damian to their teachers, and when the teacher is told what happens it's shit like 'i told Damian he was a rich bitch and he told me i deserved my uncle's cancer diagnosis',

Dick: *losing his shit*

Jason, struggling to keep composure: e- *breathless wheeze* exactly! so obviously, it comes off that Day's a bully when in reality he's just an idiot who doesn't understand the concept of pulling your verbal punches when shutting down people stupider than you.

Dick: *delirious* god, this kid-! you gotta feel bad for the other students, right? those poor guys, having to grow up alongside Damian Al Ghul.

Jason: they'll fuckin'- they'll learn quick, that's for sure. you know it's not just verbal, right? i picked him up from school once and as he came down the steps towards my car some kid tried to trip him up; he turned with the speed of a fucking horror movie villain, grabbed the kid by the head and smashed him against the wall. then kept on to my car like nothing had happened.

Dick: oh my god. what did you do?

Jason: *snort* fuck'm'i suposed to do? i checked the kid was still alive and then bought Damian an ice cream.

Dick: OK- well no fucking wonder he's like this; with you raising him!

Jason, defensive: sue me for wanting the kid to not be afraid to stick up for himself! i don't want my kid being bullied by some twats in a Gotham private school.

Dick: aw, don't want him to go through the hell you did?

Jason, confused: what hell? i wasn't bullied.

Dick: ...wait. you weren't?

Jason: no?! were you?

Dick: WHY WEREN'T YOU BULLIED?

Jason, in awe: holy shit you were bullied weren't you?

Dick: WHAT THE FUCK.

Jason: *loud cackling* oh my god, you got bullied?!

Dick: *sputtering* i- ok well- i- fucking- a little bit, but to be fair i didn't know until years later that it was bullying so it barely counts!

Jason: how the fuck do you not know if you're being bullied or not?

Dick, indignant: well! i was very in my own head when i was in school! i didn't realise they were mocking me. they would just- *slight wheeze* they would just yell shit like 'hey circus boy, do a trick for us!' and my delusional-ass would just be like 'cool! gymnastics at school!' and i'd do one. i didn't really clock that-

Jason: *loud wheeze* that they were just-

Dick: -yeah they basically just made me into their circus pet in an attempt to belittle me, and i just liked doing the circus stuff so much that i didn't realise it was supposed to be belittling.

Jason: *laughing loudly* god- you make me so happy.

Dick, annoyed: i can't believe you weren't bullied. this is such bullshit, you were literally a weird street kid dropped into the most expensive school in the city. nobody gave you a hard time?

Jason: no? i- i mean- i'm sure they would have, had i given them the chance? but i didn't speak to anybody. i don't actually think anybody knew i attended that school. like- nobody from any of my classes went to my public funeral, right?

Dick, pointedly: how would i know? i wasn't there.

Jason: *wheeze*

Dick, snickering: no i- i did check the logs after i came back and found out; come to think of it, i don't think anybody from your school showed up.

Jason: see, exactly. i was in and out of that place like the wind. didn't speak to nobody, sat in the back of every class, did my work perfectly to avoid speaking to my teachers--i used to climb over the fence and eat lunch in that etsy witch's store a couple streets over to avoid social interaction. Stella knew more about me than anyone at Gotham Academy; i was invisible.

Dick, dubious: you used to eat lunch with an etsy witch?

Jason: yeah. paid her one time to cast some kind of spell on me that would make nobody in class want to talk to me. i was dedicated to this shit.

Dick: ok, so what you're saying is you would have been bullied in high school, but you got away without being bullied because you just didn't have any friends.

Jason: yeah. it was less that people weren't interested in making my life hard, and more just... people didn't think i was interesting point blank.

*a beat*

Dick: that does make me feel a lot better about me being bullied.

Jason: *wheeze* shut up, dickhead.

*three seconds of silence*

Jason: 'kids in Tim's school used to call him Young Sheldon.

Damian's claim is that the manor is so big and Damian's so good at remaining hidden that he could live in the manor without anybody else there clocking him easy. Jason just wants to see how long he can actually go because in his mind the longer Bruce goes without realising he has Damian in the house, the funnier the reveal will be. he's actually kinda rooting for Damian purely because it's funnier if he pulls it off for a really long time first. then Jason can snitch on him and the fall-out will be glorious.

he lasts about four months.

two weeks in and Alfred becomes suspicious, but chooses to believe that it's raccoons or pigeons in the attic because then he doesn't have to get involved. and he really doesn't want to get involved.

a month in and Damian almost gets caught by Tim while trying to steal some food in the middle of the night and getting cornered in the kitchen, but Tim hadn't slept in three days and was high on cold medicine at the time so he assumed that Damian was actually a hallucination of Bruce as a child, and all he did was stare Damian directly in the eye and solemnly tell him 'never ask your parents to go see a movie with you.' before going to pass out in the study.

two months in and Damian has gotten into a rhythm with it. feeling unchallenged, he starts waiting for Bruce to fall asleep in front of the batcomputer during hard cases so he can sneak out from the walls and fix whatever Bruce is getting wrong and solving the case before he wakes up.

three months in and Dick runs into him while sneaking in through a side door so he can grab some stuff from his bedroom without having to talk to Bruce, but Damian bullshits that he's one of Tim's school friends visiting to complete a school project, and Dick gives him twenty dollars to promise that he won't tell anybody Dick is in the building.

four months in and he gets cocky; starts ordering packages to the manor addressed to himself. Alfred asks Bruce at the dinner table why they've received an amazon package for 'Damian Wayne' and nobody knows what the fuck he's talking about. the next night the Red Hood snitches and asks how 'Damian's doing' and Bruce becomes convinced that Hood has the manor bugged. demands a full sweep of the building. Tim comes across Damian napping in a hammock in the attic wearing Tim's presumed-lost clothes next to a pile of supremely confidential files stolen from the batcave.

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*Shrnf…*

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