Anakin Should Wear Black Eyeliner Not Because He's Gothy Or Emo(even Though He Is That) But Because He's

Bruce Wayne humbly learning from Dolly Parton. The Wayne Education Foundation which is slowly broken down and honors his children.

-The Grayson Project- an athletic scholarship program

-Jason's Library- a free books program that sends an age appropriate book monthly

-Tim's Friends- if two buddies both graduate they each receive a cash amount

-Successful Beginnings- a free daycare program for teen parents

-Cassandra's Choice- a scholarship for extra curricular activities

-Daylight Society- a fund to support youth political movements

-The Wayne Fine Arts Program- a free art class that runs during breaks from school

-The Juvenile Defense Fund- exactly what it sounds like

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Luke and Ezra magically got lost somewhere in the galaxy

Hello!

I'm Titanium. The bio sums up quite a lot. However! Here are a few things

I have a hyperfixation/special interest in archaeology. So you'll see some of that

You'll see the rest of my ADHD-fueled madness in what I reblog

I write! I might post about my original stories, and you can find my fanfiction here:

I'm a pastoral ministries student in the Church of the Nazarene!

yeah that's it

Not related to platypus size discussion but I did force my mom to watch this

They are just like me forreal

600 words. Do it. Write 600 words. That's a page and a bit. The girl next to me did it in the third grade. I didn't do that in the third grade but writing's a skill. Develop it. ChatGPT will only kneecap your ability to communicate effectively in the future. Work on it. Don't compare your journey to anyone else's. Be patient and kind to yourself. Write write write. You'll get there.

This is 72 words

im still losing it over the "how did high schoolers write 600 word essays before chatgpt" post. 600 words. that is nothing. that is so few words what do you mean you can't write 600 words. 600 words. this post right here is 45 words.

alfred gave them the sheets

GIGGS

Jason, trying to intimidate Tim: you think you can escape me? in the league of assasins they used to call me the executioner. do you know how fucked up you have to be to get an organisation of assassins to give you a murder-centric title?!?! DO YOU?!?!?

Tim, eyes wide: dude i didn’t realise they were your waffles i’m sorry-

Damian in the doorway: they were MY waffles that Todd stole from ME.

Jason:

Tim:

Damian: and for the record nobody called you ‘the executioner’. most of us called you ‘pebbles’ because after you were brought out of the pit we kept finding you throwing pebbles into the pond in the courtyard

Tim, fighting a smirk: …pebbles?

Jason, to Tim: i will slam you up against this wall.

Damian, humming: he does have a strong arm. all that pebble throwing practice.

Jason: OK I WILL CALL YOUR MOTHER-

(jason totally taught damian how to skip rocks instead of training him one morning and damian would rather die than admit its one of his favourite memories)

Don't think about little Jason Todd, who was curling in his sleep around Catherine, who was passed out, when he could. Don't think about a freshly orphaned Jason Todd, who kept curling in a little ball, trying to warm himself. Definitely don't imagine him doing the same in the Wayne Manor, except this time he curled around pillow or a small Nightwing plush his brother gifted him. And definitely don't imagine Talia searching for little Damian frantically, only to find Jason, curling around a toddler in his restless dreams. And maybe don't imagine Jason continuing to do the same in the solitude of his apartment, despite being all strong and huge.

Just don't.