Screenshot Redraw (somewhat)!!!!!! That One Frame Where Nightwing Holds Boba And Jason Looks So Done

I'm not against superstar or well known actors in the Percy Jackson series. I would actually encourage it. but only under specific circumstances.

the demigods all have to be unknown kids because that's who they are the demigods aren't some mighty heroes of song, they're kids trying to survive in the modern world.

The gods on the other hand... now that's where you put the superstars. The names and faces everyone recognizes. The actors that always look so good that it's almost not human.

imagine watching a show with kids trying their best to act but child actors are only so good, they have acne, their scrawny their voice breaks here and there. And contrast that with putting a professional actor as a god. They look flawless, they're acting is flawless, and they have that air of better than you around them.

I want to see a dingy elevator full of sweaty tourists in the Hoover damn contrasted by Gal Gadot, flawless hair and makeup giving the tour. Henry Cavill all perfect cheekbones in a suit suggesting he will blast Percy before the profecy comes true. Morgan Freeman telling grover to take care of the wild.

not to mention that there is only one man on earth I would trust to play the god of revelry, wine, and parties. because if we don't get jack black as Dionysus we riot.

jamie tartt

masterlist • ted lasso masterlist • 07/07/24

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𑣲 change in perspective I @justauthoring

you never thought jamie tartt could be anything but a prick.

𑣲 saved you a seat I @benedictscanvas

𑣲 gentlemen I @danistartt

secret dating because reader works for Richmond (as like pr or physio or something) but when they win a match one day Jamie is so overcome with joy he just has to kiss her

𑣲 bus ride I @axelsagewrites

𑣲 decide I @/axelsagewrites

they both like you and when they came to settle it once and for all neither of them expected this out come.

𑣲 practise mishap I @/axelsagewrites

𑣲 i’d be better armed if you agreed to take it I @pandorasprongs

higgins' new assistant happens to be an old friend of the reader's, and their reunion hits jamie with major feelings of jealousy. when the team thinks that the pair of them are going on a date soon, jamie decides enough is enough.

𑣲 comfort crowd, you can always count I @/pansorasprongs

reader gets cheated on and jamie, whose trying to be a better friend and person, decides to help her out by hiding her phone for the day.

𑣲 i can see you I @rqgnarok

you and jamie have been watching each other for ages, trying not to feel the pull between you. a moment in the hallway changes everything.

𑣲 delicate I @/rqgnarok

jamie hadn’t planned on dating. his reputation’s never been worse. but then he met you.

𑣲 music to my eyes I @/rqgnarok

jamie has a crush on the band’s bassist.

𑣲 untitled I @/rqgnarok

𑣲 three times ‘cause i’ve waited my whole life I @its-time-to-write

𑣲 coffee at midnight I @/its-time-to-write

𑣲 birds of a feather I @/its-time-to-write

𑣲 about you I @buckychristwrites

Your job? Pop culture journalist for The Independent. Your assignment? To write a profile on the cocky footballer that you’re publicly feuding with.

𑣲 could this be I @/buckychristwrites

One minute, you're single and working for AFC Richmond as the team's medic. The next minute, you're in a fake relationship with the team's handsome striker who you know next to nothing about…

𑣲 i can see you I @hopefulromances

Roy's sister comes back to town

𑣲 fuck I @wlntrsldler

𑣲 spring rolls and stocks I @veryberryjelly

𑣲 distractions I @illiterateaffairs

𑣲 you’re obsessed I @mllersjoel

he has a huge crush on an actress and sees her at a richmond event and she flirts w him he’s really shy bc he likes her

𑣲 tour de richmond I @ofstarsandvibranium

Jamie gives you a tour of Richmond as well as gets to know you better. When you tell your cousin of his teammates generosity, he suddenly becomes a big hostile towards Jamie.

𑣲 operation: tartts heart I @theowritesstuff

Jamie’s too scared to confess his (obvious) feelings for you, so when Richmond gets another clubhouse attendant who starts flirting with you, the team suddenly all become your guard dogs.

𑣲 other people I @/theowritesstuff

You and Jamie have a discussion about the exclusivity of your relationship

𑣲 in the stands I @cauliflowercounty

𑣲 this is me trying I @alloftheimagines

Reader who was crushing on Jamie overhears him insulting them or making fun of them

𑣲 if somebody hurts you, i wanna fight I @/alloftheimagines

What I look like at the function knowing I should be in bed reading a reader insert rn

Não sei se isso é muito clichê, mas imagine uma leitora morcego (ela também é uma justiceira) que era extremamente próxima e amorosa de Jason enquanto ele estava vivo, sempre se certificando de deixar claro o quanto ela o adorava como seu irmão e sempre querendo incluí-lo em tudo (imagino que ela fazia parte de um time de heróis quando era mais nova, e um dia ela simplesmente chegou na base do time com Jason e com um sorriso brilhante no rosto, praticamente dizendo: "Este é meu irmãozinho, eu o adoro e acho que você também deveria."), mas então um dia um palhaço psicótico simplesmente aparece e OPS! Caixão e vela preta para o pequeno Jason Todd. Anos depois, agora liderando seu próprio time, a leitora acaba em uma missão com a Liga dos Assassinos que termina em um confronto físico entre seus companheiros e os assassinos, mas o cara com quem ela está lutando é terrivelmente familiar e luta como seu doce e falecido irmãozinho. (Desculpe se ficou muito longo, eu realmente não sei como resumir as coisas😭 E também vi que você já tem outro pedido na sua frente, não quero que se sinta pressionado a escrever o meu!)

Thank You, Until We Meet Again

Pairing: N/A (Platonic Jason Todd) Warnings: Mentions of decapitated heads near the end and canon typical violence Summary: The death of your little brother hit you hard, but life moves on and so do you. Until, you are sent off on a mission to fight some assassins from the League. Translation for the request is at the bottom of this post if you want to read it, but it's basically the summary I wrote but more detailed

Thank You for the request anon! <3

You missed the days before, when not everything was perfect, but at least your little brother was still with you. You missed Jason, when your memories of him weren’t tainted with the pure, dark blacks and the sombre mood of a funeral, when both of you still had that naïve hope in you.

When Jason had first come to the mansion, you were still filling in the hole that Dick left as Robin. You didn’t stay as Robin for long though, with Jason taking that role almost as soon as Bruce and Alfred deemed him ready to defend the night. Instead of Robin, you created a new identity as Shrike, keeping the theme of bird names in mind.

You remembered when you two first went on patrol together. He had followed you around like a puppy, and from then on, you two had been attached to the hip. Back then, you had been part of a team of vigilantes. You had been reluctant to introduce him to them, with the team only formed recently at the time, but he had begged to meet them and so he did.

“This is Robin, my little brother. If any of you hurt him, best believe you’ll regret it.” You threatened them, and if looks could kill, they would be dead. Your team did not waver though, instead, they were more focused on the stark contrast between you two. Beside you, Jason was smiling brightly.

You remembered that day like it was yesterday. Your team had easily grown fond of your little brother. You had all sworn to protect him, to do your best to not have any harm come his way.

What a great job you did. Not only did he get hurt, he died. The Joker tortured and killed him, mercilessly.

The grief had struck you hard, you mourned him and what he could’ve been. Your family had not taken it better. Bruce had gone on a rampage, even almost killing The Joker himself. Dick had the misfortune of finding out about Jason’s fate after the funeral. All of you had rage simmering inside, some directed at the same person and some directed to other people. As for you, you had blamed yourself for his death. You were his older sibling, the one he had trusted the most. You had sworn to protect him, and you failed. What a vigilante you were.

It had been just a little more than three years since his death. Your family had grown, many more members joining your group of vigilantes. Many changes had occurred, one of which was that you were now leading your own group, the same that you had introduced Jason to.

You finally felt alright. You finally felt like you didn’t have the feeling of grief weighing down your heart every day. There were days you still blamed yourself, but you had mostly moved on. You appreciated the memories you had with Jason, instead of mourning them.

You and your team were on a mission tasked by Batman himself. The League of Assassins had made another move on your family, and with everyone dealing with their own villains, you were put to handle the mission.

These assassins were hard to track, not something unexpected from the League of Assassins, but when your father was the World’s Greatest Detective, they didn’t stay hidden for long. You had a new lead into the location of the assassins that were sent, and you and your team were headed there. As you did, you mentally prepared yourself for the battle that was to come. It was part of your routine, a way to keep yourself mentally stable in this line of work.

When you had arrived, you and your team lurked in the shadows farther away, waiting for the right moment to pounce. When the time had arrived, you pulled out your spetum from its place at your back and held it offensively as your team charged to the assassins.

The fight was mostly evenly split, 6 assassins to 5 heroes and vigilantes. You had all mutually agreed that you would take two, and the others would fight the rest. Both the assassins you were fighting were holding melee weapons, one with a staff and one with a sword.

They were difficult to take down, their training clearly showing through their moves. The assassin with the staff was easier to take out, knocked down in a few minutes, though not without a few injuries to you. The second assassin was harder, more experienced, but as they moved around, you felt a sense of familiarity.

It terrified you.

Both of you danced in a familiar battle. Weapons clashed together in familiarity. Yet, instead of being calmed by knowing who it was most likely to be under the black mask, you felt doubt and dread. After all, why would your little brother, who was definitely dead, fight you? And fight for the enemy, no less.

But their movements were too similar to deny it. You knew your little brother’s fighting style, you knew it like the back of your hand. You two had sparred and fought rogues and villains alike together so many times, it was impossible not to, even after all these years.

You slowed your movements, allowing him to continue his strikes as your moved into a defensive position.

“Jason?” You muttered quietly, only for yours and his ears to hear. The outlines of his eyes through the mask widened and you see his movements falter. “It’s me, [Name].” Your suit had gone through many changes, to the point it was almost unrecognisable, so you could understand why he hadn’t recognised you through the mask.

His movements stopped altogether. Never did he take off his mask, but you knew it was him. You could tell he was hesitating before he ultimately decided to speak up. “Don’t tell anyone. I’ll be back eventually.” Immediately after, he called out to the other assassins to retreat, carrying his unconscious ally as they all disappeared into the shadows.

Your team had attempted to run after them, but you put a hand up to stop them. “Don’t. It will be futile.” They looked towards you in confusion, usually your team would track the enemy until the mission was finished, so this behaviour was unexpected, but they did not dare to disregard your words.

The morning after that mission was a difficult one. You had so many thoughts and emotions to process, yet such little time had occurred since.

You felt betrayal. Why was he fighting for the assassins? He knew that the League and Batman were rarely ever on good terms.

You felt confusion. How is he alive? You had seen his marred body after the explosion and at his funeral.

You felt relief. He was alive. Your little brother, whom you so dearly loved, was alive and strong enough to be back fighting.

One thing was for certain though. You would follow his words, staying silent of his resurrection to your family. You trusted him, believing that he would come back to Gotham sooner or later, but until then, you would wait patiently for that day to come.

When he eventually does come back to Gotham, his arrival isn’t warm. In fact, quite the opposite.

On his first night back, he apparently threw a duffle bag full of heads of Black Mask’s lieutenants in front of a number of gang leaders

Safe to say, he had easily made a name for himself that night as Red Hood

When your family had found out that Red Hood was Jason, they didn’t take it well

Many fights and confrontations occurred, many morals were broken and much more hurt was felt in the family

You honestly didn’t know how to feel about Red Hood, yes he was ridding Gotham of it’s most heinous criminals, but you couldn’t say you agreed with his methods all too well

To you, Red Hood and Jason Todd were two different individuals. Red Hood was a crime lord, an anti-hero who sometimes worked with your family. Jason Todd was your little brother, a man with questionable morals, but still your brother nonetheless

One day, you will come to accept both sides of him, but today is not that day

Wowee this one took a while, I'm sorry anon for the wait 😭

Trying a different layout than my usual black and white, idk if I like it

Btw, a spetum is a type of polearm used back in the 13th century if you guys didn't know

Anyways, my little knowledge of DC caught up and I actually had to research stuff to make this at least a bit right. It definitely isn't canon compliant, I think, but it's the best I could do with my limited knowledge

Mistakes are free to point out and will be fixed!

This request's title comes from the english translation of one of my fav tagalog songs, 'Di Na Muli by The Itchyworms

Anyways I'm going to bed now, it's like 2 am for me lol

Have a great night/day everyone <3

Translation:

I don't know if this is too cliché, but imagine a bat reader (she's also a vigilante) who was extremely close and loving to Jason while he was alive, always making sure to make it clear how much she adored him as her brother and always wanting to include him in everything (I imagine she was part of a team of heroes when she was younger, and one day she just arrived at the team's base with Jason and a bright smile on her face, practically saying, "This is my little brother, I adore him and I think you should too."), but then one day a psychotic clown just shows up and OPS! Coffin and black candle for little Jason Todd. Years later, now leading her own team, the reader ends up on a mission with the League of Assassins that ends in a physical confrontation between her companions and the assassins, but the guy she's fighting is terrifyingly familiar and fights like her sweet, deceased little brother.

Broke: The batfam separates Tim and Damian to stop them from fighting each other.

Woke: The batfam separates Tim and Damian because they both encourage the others' absurd logic to justify feral behavior.

...

Tim: "See when I can focus directly on a case with no interruptions, my success rate goes up exponentially." (Hasn't slept in 56 hrs.)

Damian: "Statistics don't lie"

Tim: "Statistics don't lie"

...

Damian: "When I adopt more animals, it makes me happy, and if I'm happy, I work better with a team."

Tim: "And you help an animal that needs a home."

Damian: "EXACTLY!"

Tim: "If anything, its irresponsible to let them roam the streets as strays."

Damian: "That's what I said!"

...

Tim: "So one of the executives of this firm has been stealing some stuff, but unfortunately, he also has the resources and status to get him off the hook with a light sentence. Which sucks."

Damian: "What if you add a more serious crime to up the charges?"

Tim: "...That is GENIUS! I have dozens of cold cases that I've solved, but the culprits have already died! Im sure one of them could easily pass as him! "

Damian: "I can help if you need any evidence planted."

Tim: "Sure thing! I'll let you know when i find the right felony to give him!"

...

Dick: "At least they're having fun and getting along?"

Bruce: "This is not better. Stop trying to pretend this is better."

I mean I’m down. It sounds far more educational then all of the homework I’ve received all year. 

welcome back to “what is elly doing instead of her homework?”

today i’m trying to convince my friends to create a political party with me

real shit

Bruce: who are you? A new crime lord?

Jason: *takes off his helmet*

Bruce: *squints suspiciously* a new crime lord who looks like a grown up version of my dead son?

Jason: *sighs in annoyance and forces a bright smile*

Bruce: JASON THE NEW CRIME LORD???

"And if you stop baiting every interracial couple with undeniable chemistry, who will racist stans hate on because they can't comprehend their attractive white male lead with a women of color, Nickelodeon"

"Oh thats not-"

"No in a sense that!"

Im?? Sobbing????

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!! I bring my followers a longish comic with some Damian feels, I hope you like it :)

Commission Info / Kofi (members get comics a week early)