Why Must This Happen

one of the funniest and most in character things ever is Ahsoka mentioning the whole Vader thing once and Anakin defensively going "is that what this is about" and rolling his eyes like "oh my god I went on ONE 20 year rampage and no one can let it go, I'm on my apology tour right now what more do you people want"

Late post bcs I had no signal, but here is day 3 of the whumperless whumper event!

"Like a record, baby."

Vertigo | struggling to stand | "Is the room spinning, or is it just me?"

Something was wrong with Grayson. Damian knew his brother had hit his head pretty hard on patrol, but he was still acting... weird. What was more concerning was the fact that he didn't remember hitting his head, or even coming home from patrol.

"I'm fine, Dami," he insisted, but Damian didn't believe him for a second. He was stuttering, swaying, and struggling to stand.

"I find that difficult to believe, master Dick," Alfred said, appearing seemingly from thin air. "Given that people who are 'fine' should be able to walk in a straight line."

"I can't go to the med bay. B would be pissed, seeing as this would be the third time this month," Dick said, rubbing his temples and leaning heavily on the wall.

"That is no good reason to ignore your well-being," he said. Dick stayed stubbornly silent. Alfred sighed. "At least sit down before you fall down."

Dick allowed himself to be gently guided to a chair, still unable to walk straight. His eyes began to lose focus as he sat down, and his face became pale.

"Grayson, I believe you should follow Pennyworth's orders," Damian insisted. His brother did not answer.

"Grayson?" He repeated. His brother did not stir. "Grayson, what-" he cut himself off when Dick began to convulse. Small spasms for a few seconds, before his back arched aggressively, causing him to fall off of the chair.

"Master Dick!" Alfred cried, lunging to catch him as he fell out of the chair. Damian ended up getting there first, catching Dick before he could hit his head.

Dick's back arched again, causing him to hit his head on the chair despite Damian's best efforts. He quickly moved to get the chair out of the way but found that Alfred was already on it.

"Master Damian, fetch master Bruce immediately," Alfred said, sounding like he was trying to be calm, but Damian could see right through it. Alfred was terrified.

It took a moment for the words to register. He hadn't been able to get his eyes off of his brother, who was still convulsing, foamy vomit at his lips.

The moment they did register, he took off towards the cave.

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The moment he reached his father, he began shouting.

"Father, you must help Grayson!" He cried.

Bruce turned to face him. "Is he hurt again? That'll be the third time this month..."

"He is seizing!" Damian shouted.

At this, his father's face grew pale, and he needed no further explanation. He rushed out of the cave, Damian trailing behind him.

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By the time they got to Grayson, his seizure had ended, but he still looked... wrong. He was panting, and while his eyes were open, they seemed to look straight through Damian.

"Grayson?" He said, kneeling down and gently shaking Dick's shoulder. He did not react.

"Damian," his father said, gesturing for him to move away from his brother.

"No!" Damian said, shaking his head defiantly.

"Damian, he needs the med bay."

"He... he will not answer me!" Damian cried.

"He's just had a seizure, Damian. He's gonna be out of it for a while, but we need to get him to the med bay so that we can figure out what happened and keep it from happening again," Bruce said.

"I believe I know what happened," Damian said as his father carefully cradled Dick in his arms. "When he returned from patrol, he said he had a head injury, but did not remember what happened."

"Dammit..." Bruce whispered, and dashed off to the med bay, Dick in his arms. Alfred followed them briskly out the door.

Damian was suddenly left alone, feeling bewildered. How had what he'd said changed the severity of the situation so drastically?

He ran after them, but when he got to the doors of the med bay, only Tim was there.

"Let me in, Drake," he spat.

"I can't do that, Damian," Tim said gently.

"Then I have no choice but to force you," he said.

"Damian, please," Tim said. "We can't help him with you underfoot. With me, Bruce, Leslie, and Alfred all trying to help him, there just isn't enough space. You do want him to be okay, don't you?"

It was a low blow, but unfortunately, Drake's logic made sense. Damian just grumbled and sat down on the floor. If Drake wasn't going to let him in, he was just going to wait right there.

And wait, he did.

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An hour later, he was beginning to get... anxious. He wasn't scared. He wasn't. Damian Wayne Al Ghul did not get scared. But after Grayson's... episode... okay, maybe he was a little scared, but simply because he didn't want to lose his big brother.

Unable to bear the anxiety, he burst through the doors, determined to find out what was going on.

"Damian-" Bruce began when he saw him.

"Let him stay," Tim cut him off. Bruce sighed in resignation.

"Where is Grayson?" Damian asked, not seeing his brother. Tim gestured to the curtain behind him.

Damian wasted no time in opening the curtain, revealing his brother lying still. He didn't look half as bad as he had before, but he was still pale, and there was now a tube coming out of his head.

"What is wrong with him?" Damian asked.

"His brain was swelling. We've got it under control now, but he could've died," Bruce said solemnly.

Damian just nodded and took a seat next to his brother. He appeared to be asleep.

"Grayson?" Damian said, gently shaking his brother.

"I would advise you not to wake him. He needs rest," Alfred said.

"Mph. Too late," Dick said groggily. "Is the room spinning, or is it just me?"

Damian smirked. "I will not dignify that with an answer."

Dick chuckled. "Are you okay? I heard you were there."

"Do you... not remember?" Damian asked.

"Nope. Leslie said that's normal, though."

"Oh," Damian replied simply. "To answer your question, I am fine. You are the one who is injured."

"I know," Dick replied. "It just might've scared you, is all."

"Tt. I do not get scared, Grayson. You know this," Damian said, but his voice still shook slightly.

Dick smiled at him. "I'm sorry for scaring you, Dami."

Damian did not answer. He would never admit it, but today had scared him. At least he knew his brother would be okay.

But it was nummy :(

There’s a lot of things you’ve done that Becky doesn’t know about

OK SO I HAVE A THEORY

I’m like 100% sure that Aragorn and Thranduil don’t know each other’s names

In the two towers, when aragorn, gimli and legolas are surrounded by the riders of rohan, aragorn says “i am Aragorn, son of Arathorn. This is gimli, son of gloin, and Legolas…” …… “of the Woodland Realm.” He doesn’t know Legolas’s dad’s name. Could’ve just said “Legolas son of Thranduil”, that’s not even awkward to say!

And then at the end of botfa, Thranduil is talking to Legolas and he’s like “There is a young ranger amongst them. He is known in the wild as Strider. His true name……..” ……… “you must discover for yourself.” Just admit it, you two. You don’t know each other’s fucking names.

The writers vs the fandom

I wish everyone was like a barbie or ken doll. Like, what's in your pants? Nothing.

How to Finish

I drew this poster for Jon Acuff and his FINISH book tour. Big thanks to Jon for this collaboration, his book has some great ideas about how to complete creative and life goals.

I'm srsly shaking, go listen to the Ithaca saga

The way he moves so slowly to start off, giving Ahsoka plenty of warning, is just so pure to me

Gif credi: @girldaddean