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Recommended books (from A to Z)

A: The Awakening, Kate Chopin
B: The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath
C: Crime and Punishment, Fyodor Dostoevsky
D: Don Juan, Lord Byron
E: The English Patient, Michael Ondaatje
F: Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury
G: The God of Small Things, Arundhati Roy
H: The Heart is a Lonely Hunter, Carson McCullers
I: Invisible Man, Ralph Ellison
J: The Joy of Reading, Charles Van Doren
K: King Lear, William Shakespeare
L: Long Day’s Journey Into Night, Eugene O’Neill
M: The Master and Margarita, Mikhail Bulgakov
N: Native Son, Richard Wright
O: Of Human Bondage, W. Somerset Maugham
P: The Persian Wars, Herodotus
Q: The Quiet American, Graham Greene
R: The Razor’s Edge, W. Somerset Maugham
S: The Sense of an Ending, Julian Barnes
T: A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, Betty Smith
U: The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Milan Kundera
V: The Vegetable, F. Scott Fitzgerald
W: Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte
X: Autobiography of Malcolm X
Y: The Yellow Wallpaper, Charlotte Perkins Gilman
Z: Zlata’s Diary: A Child’s Life in Wartime Sarajevo, Zlata Filipovic

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Dating Jason Todd Would Include...

Requested by anon

Can you please do a dating jason todd would include


  • Playful banter happens at least 30 times everyday
  • You always call him Jason or a cute nickname like Jay…
  • …Jaybird is reserved for Roy
  • He is the cook in the relationship
  • He doesn’t cook as often now because he loves teaching you how to cook…
  • …The food doesn’t turn out well
  • You do whatever you can to get him to cook
  • You even pretend to be sick just to get him to make you homemade soup
  • You and Jason have a joint book collection because you both love literature
  • Sometimes he reads to you in bed
  • He lets you wear his leather jackets all the time
  • Jason is occasionally distressed at night
  • He always wants to be close to you
  • You are always there with him when he has nightmares
  • He is very concerned about your safety and wants you to know how to protect yourself
  • He teaches you self defense and how to use different types of guns
  • There are guns everywhere around the house
  • Jason loves to go shopping at Costco with you
  • It’s the only place he can get first aid in bulk
  • Your relationship with Jason got him more involved with the Batfamily…
  • …Mainly because you became good friends with everyone and always at the manor
  • You even became great friends with Damian
  • Jason is still surprised that the Demon Spawn actually liked you when you first met
  • Being involved with Jason also mean being involved with Roy
  • Roy is over all the time…
  • …which usually results in a nerf war

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flashback ;

Jason was lounging on his and Roy’s bed as Roy folded up clothes to fit neatly into Jason’s duffel bag. Jason was playing tug-of-war with Scooby, pulling lazily at a worn out bit of rope while Scooby dug his heels into the bed as best he could to wrestle the toy back. “The only way I’d want kids is if you can promise me that they’re as great as Scooby,” he said, somewhat out of the blue. Jason dropped he rope and the dog fell on his butt, still chewing at the fraying ends. He looked up at Roy, shifting positions slightly. “Can you promise me that your spawn would be this good?”

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A Sheep in Wolf’s Clothing

Chapter 5/5

Words: 2053

Author’s notes: Finally the last chapter! I hope you enjoyed this story! And now onto other stuff (like, I don’t know, the actual plot of the AU?)(Mod Junior “oooo’s” in the background)(And yes, there is an actual plot ;P) ~Mod Roy


He crouched low, hoping that the rustling in the bushes wasn’t the wind. This was it, it has to be. Too long has he been hunting, looking for some prey. After a while, he jumped out and ran face first into the defenseless… rock.

Link huffed and sat down, scrunching up his sore snout. Soon he was up once again, bending his front legs as he heard big footsteps behind him.

Ganon looked at the crouching wolf, “What are you doing?”

Pouncing,” He wiggled his butt, tail up in the air, “I need to hunt right?”

“Son,” The larger animal draped a front leg over Link, “Let a pro show you how it’s done.”

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anonymous asked:

julieta please give us good jayroy headcanons so we can over today's comic

i gotcha 

  • They Skype with Kori every Friday night, just before patrol or a mission. 
  • When they’re separated, they still keep their coms linked. It’s not unusual for the Red Hood to keep a conversation with Arsenal (“have you eaten? Have you slept? I know how you get when are working on a project” “yes mom, thanks for asking” “shut your mouth harper”) while he’s fighting criminals. He gets bored, okay? And anyway he can easily strangle a man with his thighs while Roy updates him on his recent invention.
  • Roy has received the shovel talk from Oracle and Red Robin. With Jason they have a bet going on, to see if Nightwing or Batman would notice next, and what would be their reactions
  • (I actually have so many headcanons about the batfam giving Roy The Shovel Talk™ , but they’re too long for this)
  • Because Jason is a Latino cliche, he wakes up every single sunday morning at 7am to clean around the house while blasting Luis Miguel, Juanes, Sin Bandera, and a lot of artists that Roy can’t remember but if you mention their names he would surely recognise them. 
  • Also!! Roy knew some Spanish, but not as much to keep a fluent conversation. So Jason definitely tries to teach him as much as he can
  • “Roy, you just asked me how many assholes i have” “menta” “roy,,,”
  • they have matching tattoos w Kori. Kori has a sun, Roy a star, and Jason a moon. 
  • every time Roy feels like shit because of Oliver, they always manage to get into his property to egg his house and car, and take selfies with their final work.
  • they have a vine account under civil names, where they post silly videos of them pranking people, or things like that.
  • (their first prank was aimed at Bruce. One time when Jason was in Gotham and Roy in metropolis, Roy received a call from a very distressed Jason. Apparently Red Hood had run into Batman and some not-chill things were said. Roy’s solution to that problem was to find the nearest billboard with Bruce Wayne’s face and film himself giving it a moustache and glasses. To say Jason was touched would be an understatement)
  • (yes, that’s how they flirt)
  • Jason’s skin is always cold as fuck, while Roy for some reason always seems to be extra warm, right? Jason has kicked him out of bed a lot of times because he just wouldn’t stop singing Hot n Cold by Katy Perry when they cuddle. 
  • or because he sings very off of tune “the cold never bothered me anyway~” when he gets his hands on Jason’s skin
  • every now and then Roy hacks into Bruce’s bank account and they go around the Gotham streets giving homeless people food, clothes, and hygiene items. 
  • they rarely have proper dates. Mostly they just curl together on the living room, order takeout, and watch tv shows and movies.
  • “and they say romance is dead” Jason says deadpan when Roy makes kissy noises at him which his mouth full of popcorn.
  • also! Cooking shows are their jam. They love watching cutthroat kitchen and coming up with strategies to win. (Or just screaming to the screen)
  • Once they almost adopted a kitten. But then Roy went “we should name it Catbird” “what” “you know like jaybird? but because it’s a cat-” “i changed my mind, you’re not ready for this” “oh come on!” 
  • Roy is a disaster cooking. He might be a genius but he always ends up burning the food, overcooking things or just…. making terrible meals.
  • Sometimes Roy stays up late working on his projects and Jason has to carry him to their bed
  • They love discussing things. Like, Roy would just wake Jason up in the middle of the night like “Illuminati, real or not?” “don’t you think Babs would know already if they were real?” “good point but-” 
  • When Jason is stressed out, Roy lets him [one direction voice] join up the dots with the freckles on his back to make drawins
  • “Jason, i know you’re drawing a dick on my back” “don’t be silly.. dick’s face wouldnt fit here” “i hate you” “i hate you more, now stay still” 
  • talking about 1d, Roy loves their music and serenades Jason all the time with their songs. At first Jason was like,, no,, please don’t,,, but now he loves 1d too and hates Roy for it. 
  • Jason learns a lot of different bird calls just to fuck up with Roy
  • He plays himself because Roy loves it and calls him “Snow White” for like a week
  • “Everything makes sense.. your need to keep everything clean… your pale skin… your cold ass hands… you have like seven siblings already….” “I literally have never hated you more than i do now, congratulations” “oh mirror mirror on the wall…whos the saltiest of them all.. oh thats right, jason” “oh my god” “YOU’RE SMILING” 
  • and this is getting too long im sorry 
  • i will stop now
reunion.

Jason knew what he had done. Even if it wasn’t him, it had been his hands, it had been his body, his face, slamming Roy against the wall, making him bleed, making him hurt. Jason and Roy may have said a lot of terrible things to each other, but they always worked it out—he didn’t know how they were supposed to come back from this. Jason had never hurt someone he loved like that. Hell, he had never loved someone like he loved Roy, and now, he had probably fucked it all up. What he knew for sure was that they would never be the same.

Jesus, this made him feel like his father. He felt like he was turning into his father, slowly, and he hated that more than anything else. His father was a lowlife and a scumbag and he hit his wife and his son because he wasn’t enough of a man to know that he had fucked up his life and wouldn’t be able to fix it. At least Jason knew the gravity of this situation. He knew that he could very well get thrown out as soon as he saw Roy. He knew that Roy might never want to see him again, and the last Jason would hear from him were divorce papers in the mail. 

He wasn’t ready to give this up, but if that was what Roy wanted, Jason would sign those papers without a second thought for Roy. He would do anything for Roy, and if that meant that he was going to have to let Roy go, then he would do that. He would do whatever it took to make things better for Roy. His own feelings didn’t matter. It didn’t matter if he was going to end up depressed and lonely and would hate himself forever for what he did. It was the least he owed to Roy to let him decide what came next.

And maybe a little time apart would be good for them. It would be good for Jason, at least. It would be good for him to get back into his body and remember how it feels to be in control. Jason was a control freak, after all, and he hated relinquishing any measure of control normally—to be shoved into some dark pit in his mind and lose control of his own body was his own personal hell. To watch as Ra’s messed up everything was torture in and of itself, and Jason was certain that he was doomed to that for the rest of his life, until Ra’s finally used up his body and at least he would be gone. 

But he was back, and he could clench his hands into fists if he wanted to—and he didn’t want to. Ra’s had been all about fighting, and now, Jason could finally just relax and remember that his body was his own and no one else’s. The first thing he did as soon as Bruce was done fussing over him was find out where Roy was—and upon hearing that he was in the hospital, he just bolted over there, not caring about his own well-being, just needing to see Roy and tell him that everything was okay. He knew that Roy would want to know immediately. 

After managing to sneak past Oliver—Jason didn’t have time to explain it all to him—he shoved the door open with his shoulder, looking at Roy with this wide-eyed, breathless expression. He couldn’t say anything for a long moment, just feeling himself tremble and his jaw open and close once, twice, three times, as if to say something—but no sound came out. He found it hard to believe that he was actually here, that this wasn’t just some dream and that he would still be in the pit when he woke up. He fought the urge to clench his hands into fists to stop the shaking—he didn’t want Roy to think, even for a second, that he was still Ra’s.

“It’s me,” he said, raising his hands in surrender. “Roy. It’s me,” he repeated. 

“It’s me.”

From Grandmother’s House We Run

Part 1: The Meeting

Words: 1171

Ganon: ~22-23

Link: Baby age

Koume and Kotake: Ancient

Author’s note: This is not really a chapter series. It’s just going to be little random ficlets that are about the Twinovera sisters. This was inspired by a prompt from an anon. ^_^ ~Mod Roy


He didn’t know what woke him up first. Was it the crashing sound of the scaffolding falling? Or maybe the panicked screams of the women. He also heard Nabooru shouting commands, not at the Gerudo, but at the ones causing the chaos. It wasn’t until a messenger came into the hut that Ganon fully woke, his hand over his eyes.

“They’re here, aren’t they?” he grumbled.

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back to normal ;

“Will you just hold still?” Jason snorted, pulling the clippers over so that the cable was fully extended and he could get a better angle at Roy’s head. “Jesus, you’re worse than Scooby,” he said. The puppy had been lazing on the tile floor, but he started thumping his little tail against the floor at the sound of his name. Roy was sitting in the bathtub, with Jason sitting on the edge of it, gently pushing Roy’s head so that it was tilted down as he turned on the clippers. “Don’t freak out,” he warned as he started. “I promise, you’re not going to look like Speedy.” The brown puppy in the corner of the room stood at the sound of the clippers, backing into the corner for a moment before tentatively moving forward, nose wriggling as he sniffed at whatever it was that Jay was doing before standing up on his hind legs, front paws resting on the edge of the tub. Jason snorted. “Hold onto the dog, will ya? I don’t need him snapping at the cable.”

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coming apart ;

It was strange, being in this body, having all this knowledge without knowing how, having a body that made him feel like he was a young man again. He had not been young in a long time, despite how his appearance may deceive people. Besides, his body had long since been betraying him while his mind was still sharp, and he couldn’t do that anymore. That was why he decided to reunite the pieces of himself that had been split apart. 

And, oh, it felt good

He had missed the feeling of being young, of having this sort of power in his stance and in his gait that made him feel like he was invincible. With his mental acumen and now the body of a much younger man who had been in a Lazarus Pit not once but twice, he knew that there was nothing anyone could do to stop him. He had a team of assassins—which had ended up being pretty much all of them—follow him here. He was ready to burn this eyesore to the ground. 

It helped that the body he now inhabited belonged to one of the detective’s little proteges. The detective had always been his greatest foe, the only one who was capable of stopping him, but this gave him the edge he needed. How would the detective be able to beat his son? He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. While he wore this face, the demon was untouchable. 

The detective had many weaknesses, and this was one of them. The child was one of them. The detective held people too close to his heart, he relied too much on that unreliable thing beating in his chest than on the intelligence the demon knew him to possess. What a waste of talent—what an excellent addition he would have made to the League of Assassins. Of course, half the reason the demon had admired him was because of his rigidity—and that same stubbornness almost brought the League down.

Before he went after the detective, he knew that he was going to have to prepare. The first thing he did was go to the child’s apartment. It was too easy to get into that building with the face he was wearing, it was too easy to find the key hidden in the molding and walk in with a duffel bag over his shoulder like this had been his home for years. 

He hardly noticed the sound of Jason, still screaming, in the back of his mind. The child was of no importance to him now.

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Jason was squinting at his computer in bed, Roy beside him and already falling asleep while Jason was wide awake. He pressed his lips together, taking off his glasses and pressing his fingers against the bridge of his nose. He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly and putting his glasses back on. He needed to tell Roy. He needed to tell him how serious things were. He needed to tell Roy what was really going on. He paused for a moment before reaching out and touching Roy’s shoulder. “Hey, Roy. Get up for a second.”

April 27th. 

Jason kept telling himself that it was just another day, but there was no way for him to get his mind off what had happened, all those years ago. Nine, to be exact. Nine years ago, he died. Six months from now was the anniversary of the day he had to claw himself out of his own goddamn grave. He couldn’t stop thinking about it, no matter how much he wanted to think about something, anything else. So, instead of trying to work on anything or even get out of bed, he stayed curled up in one of Roy’s t-shirts, the blanket pulled over his head as he just lay in bed. There was no getting him out that day. Jason wasn’t one to particularly wallow in what had happened, but today, it was too hard.

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It was too late when he got home, honestly. Far too late. He had stayed at the boardwalk until cops showed up to kick him out, and then he ended up wandering for a little too long, taking the roundabout route back to the apartment. When he got in there, Roy still wasn’t up, so he supposed that he was working on Mia’s car downstairs still and Jason had managed to sneak past him. He was still thoroughly shaken from what he had seen on the boardwalk, but he didn’t want to talk about it. He wanted to do something with his hands, but he didn’t know what he wanted to do—and so, when Roy came up, Jason was blasting music from a speaker in the corner of the room and cooking an inordinate amount of food, so engrossed that he had barely noticed the door open. He was crouched, getting something from one of the lower cabinets, but stood as he heard the creak of the door. “Hey, you wanna come try this?” he shouted over the music. “It’s not done. But try it anyway.”

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