my dream as a fanfic writer is for one day, one of my fics to be someones comfort fic. like the fic that they reread when they don't feel good and want to be happy. i want my words to comfort someone one day
when u grow up
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Mootie more trans!tim timber pls it’s my birthday 
(My bday was actually yesterday)
HAPPY LATE ANNIVERSARY OF BEING BIRTHED!!!! I hope for you to go out someday the same way you came into the world. ❤💛💚💙💜🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂☕☕☕☕☕☕☕
And, of course :3
Stephanie, unaware of Tim's identity and that he's trans, referring to him as "birdboy" and "boy wonder" every two seconds:
Tim, vibrating with the happies:
Stephanie: Are you okay . . ?
Tim: Never been better.
—
Tim, after transitioning: DAD!!! I NEED PADS!
Jack: ??? Like a notepad?
Tim: . . . For my period.
Jack, thinking this is a school thing: Which one?
Tim, groaning loudly and climbing back up the stairs: I MISS MOM!
Jack: ???
Dana: Did you forget Tim was trans, again?
Jack: . . . F-#$—
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Bruce: I saw you sneaking those pain killers, what injury are you hiding this time?
Tim: My period???
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Bernard: I don't get what's so funny?
Tim: I asked for pads with wings...
Bernard, holding up a box of pads in one hand and barbecue chicken wings in the other: I made you wings and got pads though? :(
Tim: I love you.
Bernard: I love you too?
Tim: I love you so much.
Bernard: I love you more?
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Tim, stumbling inside his houseboat after a twelve hour long workday at W.E., instantly ripping his suit off an tossing his binder to the ground, groaning as he falls face first into bed: I shouldn't have worn that all day. Ow. All the ow. I need oxygen...
Cass, who stopped by to snack on the leftovers Bernard made: No patrol for you tonight >:/
Tim: Nooooooo...
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Tim, snickering as he holds his binder up: Hey, hey, hey, Bern.
Bernard: Oh no... Yes, Timboo?
Tim, grinning: De-boob-inator.
Bernard, bursting into laughter:
Tim, laughing harder:
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Tim, sipping chamomile tea:
Bruce: Are you... Drinking tea? No soda? Was zesti recalled again? I can call the company —
Tim: No, no, Alfred made it for me! Helps with nausea and cramps and anxiety, good for periods.
Bruce: Oh. Alfred, how'd you know?
Alfred: It was an old trick your Mother taught me, actually. She'd have three cups a day when she had her menstrual cycle. I find it quite poetic, actually, in a way she's caring for her grandchildren even from the grave...
Bruce: . . . That's to many emotions for me to handle at this hour.
Tim: That's to may emotions for you to handle at any hour.
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Tim, hiding in a dark, dark closet: Gender dysphoria can't touch me here.
Tim, crying while eating a spoonful of half melted ice cream:
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Monsters at Heart/Under Star Filled Skies fans, I'm stuck. Please let me know, should I give Tim one very sweet love interest or three all working together to support him? I can't decide and it's delaying the chapter
Jason should kill the Joker and just not tell anyone. like, lets be real here, if he were to silently slip in and kill the Joker in his sleep, are any of the workers at Arkham really going to give enough of a shit to say anything??? with the paperwork they’d have to do, and the attention they’d get once the media caught wind of the break in/murder, i bet all Jason would have to do is leave like, a basket of muffins next to the dead body as a thank you and the staff would just dispose of the body and shut the fuck up about it.
i bet you he could get through a solid six to eight month period of being weirdly happy and interactive with the rest of the family before Dick finally asks why he’s been in such a good mood lately over family dinner
Jason, casually: i dunno, i guess i’ve just had a weight lifted from my shoulders; there’s less to drive me away now.
Bruce, thinking he’s finally done something right: aw Jaylad, i’m so happy you’re feeling more comfortable!
Dick, the only batkid around when Jason was Robin, remembering all the times Jason would transform into the happiest kid on the planet only for them to find out a week later it was because he’d pushed a bully down the stairs at school and fractured his wrist: hold on B.
Dick: Jay, what weight has been lifted?
Jason, still nonplussed: well i finally got my GED, and the Joker thing really calmed the lazarus rage. also Steph got me into puppy yoga, we go once a week.
Bruce:
Bruce: what Joker thing.
Jason, glancing up from his food: ? d’i not mention that? he’s dead, man.
Bruce:
Dick:
Dick: sorry, what?
Tim: why the fuck am i never invited to puppy yoga?
Bruce, having a panic attack: y- what are you talking about Jay-
Tim: i would LOVE to go to puppy yoga. what the FUCK?
Jason, shrugging: you can come to puppy yoga, replacement, it’s all good
Bruce: the Joker’s dead?
Tim: FUCK YEAH, PUPPY YOGA
Jason: i think they do it with goats too.
Damian: i would be interested in this activity.
Jason: hell yeah family yoga session
Bruce: JASON PLEASE EXPAND ON THE JOKER THING
Jason: no i don’t like your tone. anyway, dick, puppy yoga?
Dick:
Dick, glancing at Bruce’s glare nervously: …i would be down for puppy yoga
Dan Mora’s Dick Grayson
Do NOT ever talk about Jack Drake always being a bad father I am dying on this hill when I say most of his appearances since being kidnapped in knightquest was him learning how to be a real father to Tim
Robins are weird about stairs. And I think that’s a learned behavior.
(Also, I think Jason knows that his way is not effective in a fight. But, I also think he wouldn’t be able to resist trolling the other Robins.)
Based of this scene:
All characters belong to DC Comics . Artwork by Meredith McClaren
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