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Any other chronically I'll people have the experience as a kid where they just Didn't Feel Good? That kind where you couldn't describe your symptoms, or pinpoint anything specifically wrong with you, other than just feeling bad. That definitely should've been more of a red flag.

Does ANYBODY with pots have any tips on how to make some kind of progress with exercise, or at least not be completely out of spoons after? I miss running sm, and it's driving me crazy

So apparently you can't be white on Tumblr?

Dick Grayson being annoying is actually so important to me

Day twelve of @whumperless-whump-event

Fandoms: The Flash, and Nightwing

Tw for blood

Building collapse | trapped under rubble | "I can't feel my legs"

The Flash ran through the rubble of the building, searching frantically for his best friend. Nightwing couldn't be dead. He couldn't be.

The building had come down just moments before, with Nightwing still inside, and now he wasn't answering his comm. It had only been a minute or so, but to Wally, it felt like hours.

He felt like his fingers were falling off as he dug and dug, dragging civilians out with the rubble. He could feel his fear turning to panic as each person he found wasn't Dick. He couldn't be buried that far!

Suddenly, he heard static through his comm, followed by a quiet "...Wally?"

Wally could've cried with relief. Dick was alive. His boyfriend was still breathing. But that didn't mean he was unharmed. In fact, it was highly likely that he was injured, seeing as he had forgotten to use Wally's codename. Dick never forgot.

"Nightwing? Where are you? Are you okay?" Wally said, shooting out questions before he even knew what he was saying.

"I... I'm stuck. I can't move my legs!" Dick answered, sounding panicked.

"Nightwing, status report," Wally barked, remembering that was something Batman did when Dick was too out of it to answer.

"Legs are pinned, definitely broken. I'm bleeding from... somewhere, I'm not sure where, and definitely a concussion. I... I don't know where I am, just that I'm buried. I'm sorry."

Man, that worked wonders. Wally wondered if there was some code word for every situation.

"It's okay, I'm gonna get you out. Just hang on," Wally said, continuing to dismantle the building. "How bad are you bleeding?"

"Bad," Dick answered. Wally's heart sank. "I think it's coming from my legs or stomach, but it's already soaked my back. I'm... I'm starting to get really dizzy..."

"Nightwing, stay awake," Wally ordered. "I'm going to find you, just keep talking."

Wally sped up, his movements becoming desperate and frantic. He couldn't lose Dick. He'd lost so many people, but losing Dick would break him.

"Walls... I don't... I don't think I can stay awake much longer..." Dick said, his voice growing weaker.

"Please, Dick, just try!" Wally shouted, dropping the codename to see if Dick would listen better.

"Don't p-panic, but I think 'm going into shock..."

Wally panicked. He couldn't help it. He had stayed calm as long as possible, but Dick's voice fading out, and the fact that he hadn't found him yet, was making that impossible. And now that Dick was going into shock, he didn't have much longer.

What if he couldn't get Dick help in time? What if he was too late? What if Dick was already gone when he found him?

After he'd broken each finger probably six times, he saw a flash of familiar black hair. It was Dick.

"Dick? I'm here, baby, I'm here," he said, lifting the rubble off of him. What he saw nearly made him freeze up.

Dick's face was pale as death, too pale to blame on the dust, and the blood was just... everywhere. He had been right, though. The blood was coming from a deep puncture wound in his abdomen. He was conscious, but only barely.

Wally picked up his boyfriend's upper half, holding him close and feeling for a heartbeat. When he felt it, he let out a breath that he hadn't known he was holding. It was weak and way too fast, but it was there.

"I'm here now, Dickiebird. You're gonna be okay," he said softly through the tears he hadn't realized were there.

"Hngh," was all Dick managed to say in response, his eyes glazing over.

Wally removed the rubble from Dick's legs, preparing for the possible bleeding. They were badly broken, but thankfully there was no more blood.

"I'll be right back, babe. Just stay right here," he said before running off, freeing any remaining citizens.

When he returned, Dick almost looked worse than when he left.

"Dickie? Can you hear me?" Wally asked. Dick paused for a moment before nodding slowly. "Good. I'm gonna get you to the cave. You're gonna be okay."

He planted a kiss on his forehead before speeding off into the night.

//////

Hours later, Wally found himself sitting outside the med bay in the bat cave. This was always his least favorite part. Sitting still, and waiting. Not knowing if his boyfriend was okay. Not knowing if he would even make it.

Of course, he trusted Alfred and Leslie, but it was bad this time. Dick's body had started to decompensate when Wally had picked him up, and he hadn't been breathing when he got to the cave. He knew that no news was good news, but that didn't make the wait any easier.

"Master Wallace?" He heard Alfred say, startling him out of his thoughts.

"Yeah?" He asked eagerly.

"My apologies. I did not mean to startle you. Anyways, Master Dick is now stable, and is asking for you," Alfred said.

Wally's body visibly sagged with relief. Dick was alive. Alive, and awake enough to ask for him. He wasted no time in following Alfred.

When he saw Dick, he could've cried. His big blue eyes were open, focused, and looking right at him. Although he had a mask on, he was, in fact, breathing.

Wally rushed over to him, kissing him deeply before Dick could even react.

"I'm glad you're not dead," Wally said, crying silently, yet laughing with relief.

"Hm. Me too," Dick said tiredly.

"I told you you'd be okay. Hey, he's gonna be okay, right?" He Wally asked Alfred.

"Indeed," Alfred answered. "It was a close shave, but as soon as we got him blood, he perked right up."

"Good. That's good," he said before burying his face in Dick's shoulder.

"I'm gonna be okay Wally..." Dick said, reassuringly. Wally still wasn't sure he believed it.

"You'd better be."

He held Dick tightly, and this time, Dick squeezed him back.

"My favourite superhero is Green Lantern!"

"My favourite is the Flash!"

"Mine is Robin!"

You are not a creep if you find yourself sexy with your disability aids. full stop. If your partner is disabled, you are not fetishizing them if you find them sexy when they're in their wheelchair, or wearing their diaper, or have braces on, etc.

Disabled people are allowed to feel sexy and people are allowed to find them sexy. People with facial/limb differences and other physical differences are allowed to feel sexy and people are allowed to be attracted to them.

The problem comes from lack of consent and dehumanization. Expecting all disabled people to fit your sexual fantasy and sexualizing them openly without their consent (i.e. posting/reblogging normal pictures of a disabled person on your fetish blog or sexually harassing a disabled stranger) is fetishization and horrible. Asking us how we have sex or taking secret photos of us to jack off to later is creepy and crossing the boundry into dehumanizing fetishization. Seeing us and our sexuality as an oddity or a funny joke is not okay.

Reminder, sex toys were first and foremost created by and for disabled people. We have always been having sex and have always been seen as attractive by our admirers, without them fetishizing us. Having sex with a consenting disabled person isnt rape, and yes it is possible for us to eagerly consent! While some disabilities make it hard to consent, that isn't true for all of us.

We get horny, we have sex, we jack off, we wear sexy clothes and show off our bodies. We aren't freak shows for abled peoples amusement nor objects for fetishization. We aren't poor innocent virgins who don't know what sex is, we are a diverse and beautiful community all connected by our disabilities.

(post is edited for terminology, please rb this version instead)

A Timeline of Dick Grayson's Unrelenting Trauma Era (circa 2004-2006 in comics)

So as I was coincidentally reading the Outsiders (2003) and Teen Titans (2003) runs, I became gradually aware that some of the events were overlapping timeline with the Batfamily "War Games" arc. As I had previously become aware that "War Games" overlapped both the Blockbuster + Tarantula arc (Nightwing) AND Under the Red Hood, I became shocking aware of how many new traumas were rapidly piling onto Dick Grayson in very quick succession across multiple ongoing series.

So I did a lot of reading of both specific comics that I had read--and summaries of a few that I hadn't-- to do my best to make a definitive timeline of this absurdly stressful period in Dick Grayson's life. (Most of which seems to have occurred with around 6 months or less).

Google Docs

Dick Grayson Trauma Timeline

Dick Grayson’s Unrelenting Trauma Era Please bear in mind that unless otherwise indicated, each event (in the sections on Blockbuster + Tara

(I am no expert so feel free to add/clarify anything that I may have overlooked or misinterpreted).