So Uhhh. Yeah.

Tim drake complaining to DICK GRAYSON about his dad will always be so funny to me . This boy has his foot in his mouth...i love him

subscribing to a fic isn’t enough I need the author to blast a bat signal into the night sky whenever they update

bebe jay

Well then I discovered that it is no good trying to use Ibis Paint for the first time at 2 am on my broken tablet

So I have this idea that at first Batman took Jason to the league meetings because he's definitely better behaved than Dick.Jason usually sits in a corner and watches or just plays. But today he was trying to finish his volcano project Barry and Hal were still playing next to each other they didn't bother to move because they thought Robin would dodge anything but Today Robin was too focused on his homework. Then Robin gets hit so hard and at first they think it's nothing, they saw the boy get thrown out of a window,They think it's nothing to him. But then Robin starts running around crying, yelling "DAD" and just jumping on Batman while crying even louder. Batman is the father of that gentle child?

Estoy trabajando de mejorar mi inglés con esto , espero funcione

dick: jason gave me a flower today. He came up to me, all exited, then he handed me a flower and ran away giggling. I feel so special

Roy: what.

Kory: he did the same for me! How adorable right! It reminded me from when he was young. Perhaps he's trying to reconnect with his younger self? Try to live the rest of his youth?

Dick: mayhaps.

Roy: that's not a real word. And why did he gave you guys flowers and not me!

Kyle and donna walking past them,

Kyle: oh you guys received flowers? We did too!

Donna: yeah look! He even pressed it for me to use as a bookmark!

Roy: why would he give YOU FLOWERS?

artemis: I received a flower aswell, it smells acceptable.

Roy: I'm going to-

Barb, rolling up : what are we talking about here?

Dick: evreyone except for Roy got flowers from jason

Barb: oh? Did he act weird with yall too? Like he was shy but happy to give the flowers?

Kyle: now that you say it.. yeah?

Roy: so unfair! I want to see a shy jason too!!

Kory: why would he be shy with you. You're his best friend!

Roy: why would he be shy with dick! He's his brother!

Dick: I'm also like- his favorite hero!

Artemis: no that's wonder woman

Dick: well then I'm his favorite batfam member!

Barb: ehem.

dick: me and barb* are his favorite batfam members.

Roy, continues to argument.

Jason, who's been planting flowers, and very happy about how the flowers he's been giving out have been accepted happily.

Roy finds flowers in a vase, in his room later that day.

Hola mis nulos amigos y personas interesadas en mi .

Recientemente mi psicóloga ha mencionado la posibilidad de que sea una persona autista ( aún que yo misma investigue y me auto diagnostique hace casi 3 años ).

Ahora esto es básicamente mi diario personal ,no espero hacer amigos ( en realidad si ,pero no quiero decepcionarme porque las posibilidades de tener amigos siempre son bajas para mí ).

Solo vengo a decir que odio las instrucciones en las tareas porque son tan inecesariamente complicadas ,osea porque me estás dando una hoja y media de indicaciones con palabras tan abstractas para solo decirle que quieres que escriba un resumen de 4 párrafos .Siempre e odiado eso y por alguna razón cuando leo las instrucciones siento como si mi mente fuera perforada por un maldito taladro y siento como mi cuerpo se entume.

Si básicamente mi respiración también se pone mal y lloro Y NO ME IMPORTA SI ES VERGONZOSO , REALMENTE TENGO UN PROBLEMA CON LAS INSTRUCCIONES.

También por eso se me complican los trabajos en equipo pero eso será para después.

Aún estoy llorando por este estupido trabajo en equipo y siento que me estoy quemando la cabeza ( en serio me siento tan mal)

Mis compañeros simplemente tiran palabras complicadas de las cuales estoy segura que NI SIQUIERA SABEN QUE SIGNIFICA.

Esto explica mucho porque la tarea en la escuela siempre me causo problemas

The way most autism literature describes "literal interpretation" is often not at all similar to how I experience it. Teenage me even thought I couldn't be autistic because I've always been able to learn metaphors easily.

In fact, I love wordplay of all kinds. Teenage me was fascinated to learn all the types of figurative language there are in poetry and literature.

But paperwork and questionnaires are hard, because there's so much they don't state clearly. Or they don't leave room for enough nuance.

"List all the jobs you've had, with start and end dates." What if I don't remember the exact day or month? Is the year enough?

"Have you been suffering from blurred vision?" Well, if I take off my glasses the whole world is blurred, but I'm fairly sure that's not what the intake form at the optometrist is asking.

Or the infamous (and infuriatingly stereotypical) "Would you rather go to a library or a party?" What sort of party? Where? Who's there? I work at a library. Am I currently at the library for work or pleasure? Does it have a good collection?

It's not common figures of speech that confound me. It's ambiguity, in situations that aren't supposed to be ambiguous.

nothing beats the feeling of going back to a fandom that you were in when you were younger, and rediscovering the chokehold that your favorite characters (still) have on you.

jason es un hermano amoroso pero raro

So I get the idea in my head that Jason is a very loving brother, but in his own way. They never showed him any real affection, but sometimes his mother did, but in a weird, silly way. Jason usually arrives at the mansion pushing everyone with his broad shoulders and weird smile. But then when he's feeling genuinely sentimental, he comes and steals his brothers' food. It doesn't matter that he doesn't even like Damian's vegan food. He just takes a bite and moves on. But then he sits down, looks his brothers in the eyes, and with a thick, intimidating voice, says, "Tim, I love you, but... I'd trade you for a pizza." He always does that. He mentions anything edible, and that's it. His brothers are offended and touched by it, so they usually give him chocolates as a token of affection or cook something he really likes so that when Jason steals their food, he'll enjoy it.

Básicamente escribo esto porque es lo que yo hago con mis hermanos.

Porciento vi un post de que Jason es fan de las donitas Bimbo pero la verdad yo soy fiel creyente de que el es el fan número 1 de los buñuelos Bimbo. No puedo dejar de imaginar cómo alfred lo regala porque deja boronas en la baticomputadora

ser yo es lo peor

entonces soy yo llorando porque tengo que ir al trabajo, ni siquiera e cumplido los 20 y ya llevo trabajando 5 años , mi vida a sido una miseria nunca dormí en una cama y cuando comencé a dormir en una cama puedo asegurar que para mucho no era más que una esponja sucia , toda mi vida han sido menos que migajas , pase la secundaria con menos que migajas , pague mi preparatoria, pague la universidad antes de decidir dejarla y cambiar de escuela porque no soportaba el ambiente y no quiero seguir porque se que serán al menos otros 40 años más de trabajo.

Hoy falte , falte porque simplemente no me gustaba mi ropa , ni me gustaba como apretaba y rasga, no me gusta la sensación, siento como si mi piel fuera arrancada poco a poco .

Pero entonces que más me queda , no quiero seguir porque no soy igual que todos , pero tampoco soy tan diferente.

Porque me cuesta hacer las cosas más simples , porque ni siquiera puedo caminar bien sin sentir que pierdo el equilibrio,porque no puedo hablar como una persona normal,porque no puedo , no puedo Cambiar.

Estoy mal físicamente y emocionalmente. Todo es un círculo y no importa siempre será lo mismo.aveces pienso que si al menos mi casa se sintiera calida y como un hogar entonces podría seguir.

Simplemente quiero ser feliz

Hoy fue un mal día , pero es tan malo que ni siquiera puedo procesar que fue malo porque mañana tengo que trabajar y no se que es peor,hoy o mañana

Tried to fall asleep and got bamboozled by the image of little Jason Todd having no friends or toys to play, stuck in his house, worried for his mom, who entertains himself by sitting in the corner and doing an awkward shadow theatres and reciting his own scenarios. And then instantly thought of older Jason, still quite lonely, who doesn't necessarily do little plays, but who sometimes still plays with shadows quietly, maybe a tad sadly. Always alone, always having nothing but himself.