#SHIIIII BRO

[shiitrashe-mushroom]

:•}

#like..bro i can and WANT to open up when i heal but rn im rly only looking for that #lmao you think i would even look your way? attitude towards anyone but eachother type of love #romantically obv lol no toxi shiiiii #trashgab #vent

[calliesmemes]

IN-CHARACTER QUOTES FROM DISCORD

UNHINGED SENTENCE STARTERS FEATURING THINGS SAID BY MYSELF AND MY FRIENDS WHILE WRITING AS OUR MUSES IN A CRACK-BASED NONCANON GROUP CHAT. This post is dedicated to Em, Liz, Tanny, Nellie, Mel, Ange, and everyone else in the server who recognizes these quotes — you know who you are 😈

CHANGE gendered words and in-universe phrases as needed.

SPECIFY muse for multimuses.

“   Have you forgotten that you should not steal someone’s property? ”

“   I could slap that smug look off his face right now! ”

“   Your ears are a lie. ”

“   Woah woah that's - that's a bad word. ”

“   I don’t know if it’s allowed and quite frankly I don’t care. Fuck the rules. ”

“   Time for gremlin activities! ”

“   I hate this man. Let's prank him. ”

“   We are all going on strike today I swear ”

“   Looks like I need to invest in a kid leash. ”

“   DONT BE COWARDS!! JOIN THE STRIKE!! ”

“   I support her saying what needs to be said! I am done with the silencing of women!!!! ”

“   I like the dramatics. ”

“   I did not ask for a second opinion. ”

“   You seem to be doing a great job at being a nuisance. ”

“   NO BITING MY EMPLOYEES! ”

“   do you want me to bring you cheese? ”

“   Next move, start chewing on the door frames ”

“   I like crumbs. They are like a little midnight snack in my bed at night. ”

“   if he wants to be a worm, LET HIM BE A WORM ”

“   the rest of you suck my toe ”

“   To be fair I am simply vibing. ”

“   I am going to commit a war crime! ”

“   I am manifesting being happy. ”

“   Am I gonna talk shit WITH you guys? because im down to talk shit about pretty much anyone ”

“   Who says? We shall revolt without question. ”

“   Let's just start burning stuff. ”

“   Did you just call me... small? ”

“   Can I convert you with my kazoo propaganda? ”

“   We were radicalised by The Little Mermaid. ”

“   Penny in the swear jar, now. ”

“   My last words are, bros before hoes. ”

“   The old men are trying to be trendy. ”

“   I can do whatever I want too! ”

“   Can we go one day without an interruption from an American? ”

“   I am so sorry. He enjoys conflict. ”

“   Why is he so tall? ”

“   For legal reasons, kids, that's a joke. ”

“   Would you like to fight the adults? ”

“   You're not meant to bite people, it's frowned upon. ”

“   He’s a fun killer, don't listen to him! ”

“   Ow! Stop kicking me! ”

“   I have quite literally begged you not to kick, hit, or bite today. ”

“   BUT I thought we were buds, pals, amigos, chums, friends. ”

“   Oh shiiiii someone’s in trouble ”

“   How much caffeine have you had in the last hour? ”

“   I'll be honest they wouldn't be so bad if they didn't speak. ”

“   Is this goof meant to be dead or what? ”

“   I am a witch. ”

“   This one reeks of self confidence when he clearly doesn't think before opening his mouth. ”

“  I call bullshit on that rule! ”

“   The point is I have a cane and I’m not afraid to use it. ”

“   If you slap me, I’ll cane you. ”

“   Yippee for women. ”

“   FUCK THE PATRIARCHY ”

“   Sorry for being British. ”

“   Oi who's playing that ominous music? ”

“   I'm strong because I eat carrots. Oh wait or is that to see in the dark.... it's for something. ”

“   I will say sorry when i'm caught, don't you worry. ”

“   AND YOU CALLED ME UP AGAIN JUST TO BREAK ME LIKE A PROMISE! ”

“   ... He's done for. Broken beyond repair. Someone play Taylor Swift. ”

“   Please refrain from punching one another. ”

“   He is becoming one with the spider I believe. ”

“   If anybody asks I will say I made you, then you will not get in trouble! ”

“   Can I be a girlboss too? I am not rude to women and I do what i like ”

“   Yippee for patriotism! ”

“   … i could make you guys rat costumes ”

“   Do you think if we started stealing bread we would lose our jobs? ”

“   why do British people ”

“   … you all need therapy. ”

“   Do you ever feel if you breathe the wrong way he will bite you? ”

“   I actively avoid whatever this is. ”

“   CARRY ME. ”

“   What if, and hear me out, they both promise not to do it again? ”

“   I wanna steal all his socks. ”

“   My socks were stolen! ”

“   Hey, watch it now. Only I'm allowed to insult me. ”

“   You couldn’t whisper to save your life. It’s pitiful. ”

“   Both of you are insufferable. ”

“   The law is overrated. ”

“   I’m afraid. Miss, you aren’t my type. ”

“   No. I swear on my life. I am being a gentleman ”

“   I support women’s wrongs. ”

“   ONE FOR ALL AND ALL FOR ONE!!! ”

“   GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE RIGHT NOW ”

“   He bites? Are you .. joking? Please say you're joking. ”

“   If you like piña coladas and getting caught in the rain ifyou're not into yoga if you have half a brain if you like makin' love at midnight in the dunes on the cape then I'm the love that you've looked for write to me and escape 🎶🎶 ”

#askbox meme #askbox prompt #rp ask meme #ask box #roleplay sentence meme #sentence starters #roleplay prompts #roleplay sentence starters #* sentence meme #rpc help

[lookismaddict]

Lookism Chapter 442 Memes/Thoughts I Have:

(SPOILERS !!! I don’t own any of the Lookism panels and the translations. Only the memes that I made. The sole purpose of this is to provide summaries/reviews for each chapter so if you don’t want to see the rest of it, then just keep scrolling. It’s your choice.)

Time to cry all of our hearts out. 😫

Nuuuuuuuuuu poor babies 😭

OMGGGGG THE FIRST GEN. KINGS ARE HERE!!!!! AHHHHHHHH BRO I GOT MAD GOOSEBUMPS 😩

Ugh, this is making me feel touched and all. Everyone gathered in one place because they really respected him. Bruh, Imma cry again 😭😭😭 I hope Taesoo Ma, Gongseop Ji, and the rest of the First Generation would somehow investigate his death and avenge Jichang. 🙏🏽

YEEEEESSSSS DANIEL HAS ANOTHER ALLY!!!!! YESSSSS LET'S BUILD THIS CHARLES CHOI HATECLUB!!! 🔥

OHHHHHH. MYYYYYYY. GOOOOOOOD. JAKE IS SO FREAKING CUUUUUUUUUUUTE AS A LITTLE KID!!!!! AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GOD, I JUST WANNA HUG HIM AND CRADLE HIM IN MY ARMSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!! 😩😩😩❤️❤️❤️❤️

HE REALLY IS CUTE THO WHEN HE WAS LITTLE. WHO WOULDN'T WANNA JUST GRAB HIS CHEEKS, PINCH THEM, GIVE HIM A PIGGYBACK RIDE, AND HUG HIM AND SQUEEZE HIM????? 🥺🥺💞💞💞💞

Ohhhh shiiiii, Jake gonna meet with Daniel there and THEY'RE GOING TO TEAM UP AND FIND JINYOUNG PARK AND TAKE DOWN THE FIRST AFFILIATE LIKE THE ACTUAL BOSSES THAT THEY ARE. 😎

Ohhhhh my- LINEMAN ABOUT TO GET AN UPGRADE!!!! IS THIS GOING TO BE HIS TRAINING ARC??? 👀

AYYYYYYYYYYYYY LETS GOOOOOOOOOO!!!! TIME TO TRAIN LINEMAN!!! BULK UP AND SHAPE UP BRO 💪🏽💪🏽💪🏽💪🏽

Oh shit... 5th Affiliate. 💀 Did I mention that I don't like this phase of Eli? I mean, sure. You're doing this all for your family in Hostel, but there's another way to settle this and provide for them, no? I mean, you got friends bro. You don't have to shoulder the burden on your own. Learn how to depend and rely on those who you hold dear too.

King, it's ok. Just undrown yourself and stop siding with Workers.. 😀

I stg, this twink of a crew leader is afraid of Daniel Park. Little did he know, Daniel and James Lee are actually a team lol. I swear, it's like Eugene blames Daniel for everything now that Daniel tried to interfere with his plans. Mf would now blame him for everything and anything that doesn't work out.

Mandeok: *suddenly walks into Eugene's office* Eugene, the coffee maker isn't working anymo-

Eugene: IT'S HIS FAULT! IT'S ALL DANIEL PARK'S FAULT!!! HE ERADICATED SOME OF MY AFFILIATES, AND NOW HE'S AFTER MY COFFEE MACHINE?! Yuseong: *starts to rock back and forth in his chair, cradling himself while afraid of his brother's psycho outburst*

Come on stink, get it together. You're going coo coo now. I don't know why I thought of Eugene in this scenario. It was funny in my head.

Oh great. NOW, THEY'RE THERE. 🙄

WHO'S GOING 100 MPH ON THE MAIN STREET BRUH??? Also, who tf are YOU mf? 🤨

Also, omg. PTJ, do you always ctrl + c and ctrl + v on your characters' hairstyles or something? Because Warren doesn't look like Zack anymore, but now he looks like-

Like ok, I get it. You're addicted to the copy + paste hairstyles, but I don't wanna have to do this, but... Imma hand over the scissors to Eli and have him end the ctrl + c, ctrl + v era. 😭 Bc, wth is this shit? But they look good tho, ngl.

OHHH NAH NAH NAH NAHHHHHHHH. SOMEONE TAKE HIM BACK, FR. GOO, COME GET YOUR BRO LMAAAAOOOOOO. But oml. EVERYONE'S GOING TO BE AT THE FIRST AFFILIATE, I STG. THEY ALL GOING TO HAVE AN EPIC BATTLE LIKE SMASH BROS. OR SOMETHING, AND THEY'LL GO AT IT, IN ON FINAL BRAWL. And fr Warren, wth have they been feeding Logan for him to get THAT BIG? STEROIDS???

If he took, "I need a big boy" to heart, then I don't want it. 💀💀💀

Nah, it must be all that coke protein powder. Goo gave him a whole bucket of protein powder and Logan would be sniffing and eating it all.

Well, obviously "No." Logan. Also, HOT DOC IS BACK!!! Ofc he is. He's the main star of the First Affiliate.

THERE HE ISSSSSSS, THE MAIN MAN OF THE HOUR!!! 😩 LOOK AT HIM BEING ALL TOUCHY WITH ELI!!! Tbh I didn't know how to feel ab that. "Put these away, motherfucker." YTFJTYFGUYKGFJYGUHKIFUDFKILLUGYKF I'M LMFAOOOOOOOOOO ELI REALLY DOESN'T GIVE A SHIT ANYMORE. HE'S SO DONE.

What did he mean by "I'm not sure though?" 😀 Also, the way Logan said, "How cute is this bastard... Should I give you a kiss?" and Warren replying with, "I'm taken, so no thanks." MAN, WHAT IF YOU WEREN'T TAKEN? THEN WHAT? 🤨 ALSO, THE WAY HE SAID HE'S "taken" NOW BC HE HAS SALLYAHSIDFHSDFIUSHDFIUW. AAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH THAT GOT ME SCREAMING.

AWWWWWW MAAAAAAAAN, I wOnDeR wHo CoUlD tHaT bE ??? Definitely, not Daniel Park.

OH MY GOD. ARE WE FR GETTING A LOGAN LEE VS. DANIEL PARK SHOWDOWN NEXT CHAPTER???? AYOOOOO??? HE'S GOING TO SEE DANIEL'S CURRENT FORM????????? AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH I'M SQUEALINGGGG!!! 😆😆😆😆

"Will Logan Lee face off with Daniel Park soon? Will they ever find Jinyoung Park now? Who will be the next to arrive at the First Affiliate??? Tune in, next time ONNNN-"

Yeah man, F this.

#lookism #lookismaddict #lookism 442 #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #lookism spoilers #lookism spoiler #lookism memes #lookism meme #kwak jibeom #kwak jihan #kwak jichang #taesoo ma #gongseop ji #seokdu wang #daniel park #park hyungseok #choi beongae #jake kim #kim gimyeong #big deal lineman #lookism eugene #eli jang #warren chae #mandeok bang #lookism yuseong #logan lee #baek hangyul

[i-willstealyourtoes]

HI HI HIIIIII! ok so I saw requests were open and wanted to send in something that's been on my mind

So Bain, Houston, Sokol, and Dallas with a really quiet, shy, and sensitive S/O who dresses super cute??? Like cuz me, fem or GN, it's up to you

Byeeee ily/p your writing is amazing and it makes me feel fuzzy and happy

Shiiiii I got u Finn I got u

Bain, Houston, Sokol and Dallas with shy/cute/sensitive (fem) s/o

Bain

- Bro is in love

- Bro wants you 24/7

- You know how people have a comfort plushie that they hug?

- Yeah, you're his comfort plushie

- Your soft clothing is just an open invite to him

- Whenever he feels really stressed he'll either touch you (hugs, kisses, hand-holding) or just seeing your smile

- You can tell because you'll just be chilling at his when he just rests on you and hugs you from behind with a sigh/groan

- He really likes to just wrap his arms around your waist

- Your kisses are the equivalent of coffee for him

- He gets motivated and happy once you give him any sort of physical affection

- Actually scratch that, you could just say hi and he'd probably be happy with that

- Actually scratch that again, he just needs to see your cute little outfit and just

- UGHHHH he thinks you're so pretty fr

- I think since he's so used to violence, crimes and loneliness, having you as a girlfriend was a big change (/pos)

- At first he would be super awkward and wouldn't be clingy

- After a while, he definitely isn't scared to show his more affectionate side

- Why should he be scared to show how much he loves his pretty little girlfriend????

Houston

- Same with Bain, he just adores you so much

- He is constantly fighting the urge to pick you up by the waist and spin around and just hear you giggle

- It's a losing battle 😔🙏

- He will probably pick you up at least once a week

- He'll also keep a hand around your waist because your just,,,, so cute

- He's so happy to have such a cute girlfriend <333

- Will always brag about you

- 'Yeah, well is your girlfriend as cute as mines??? Oh, right... you don't have one.'

- In bed he will just constantly cling to you and compliment you

- Like you would be talking about cleaning a dead body and he'd be like 'You're so cute....'

- It may be more of a curse than a blessing if you're trying to be cool-

- Maybe gets a little jealous

- Okay maybe gets very jealous

- If anyone tries to flirt with you, he'll probably have to hold back on punching them straight up

Sokol

- Will buy you anything in the shops fr

- You don't even need to ask

- If you even look and smile at it, he will buy it

- Actually, you don't even need to be there

- He'll probably see something cute and just go 'My girlfriend would look so cute in this' and immediately buy it without asking you

- When you first started dating, he'd probably ask beforehand, but as time goes on he just buys it

- Every time he goes shopping, just expect him to come back with something for you

- 'I saw this and thought of you. It's cute, no? Like you, hehe-'

- Other than that, expect him to always have an arm around you or something

- If you're wearing a short skirt expect him to have a hand on your thigh

- (Not in a sexual way inherently)

- He likes showing people that your his cute girlfriend

- It fills him with pride :)

- Also it's so he can keep you safe

- He knows you can protect yourself in public (heister or not), but he just

- He can't help himself he just needs to protect

- Will glare at anyone who looks at you too long

Dallas

- Will constantly shower you with compliments :)

- They're always so genuine too ‼️‼️

- 'You're looking cute as always, (Y/n)."

- Whether you're wearing an elaborate outfit or a basic one, he'll still find a way to fluster you

- If you guys are in private, he'll probably just put his arms around you and hug from behind

- Probably bury his head in your neck and leave little kisses :>

- 'You're so pretty today....You always are, my love.'

- (Got me kicking my feet and giggling over this)

- If you can defend yourself really well he's even more in love fr

- His cute but feisty gf omg

- If you give him the puppy eyes he would probably do anything for you

- Will pick you up and swing you around if you like it

- If you do, expect him to do it whenever it's just you two

- If he isn't tired or anything, he'll probably pick you up and spin you around, calling you his wife or smth

- If he's losing motivation during a heist, he'll just think about you and your cute face

- He may or may not keep a photo of you in like, his pocket or something

#x reader #payday #payday 2 #payday the heist #payday 2 x reader #payday 2 dallas #dallas x reader #payday 2 houston #sokol payday 2 #bain payday 2

[pandapillow]

Prompt: "You got me flowers?"

“You got me flowers?”

He takes the flowers, closely examining them.

After what felt like hours, he looks at you and says…

“The stems are five centimeters past the appropriate gifting length, you’re supposed to give yellow flowers on Thursdays during sunsets, and you didn’t use a bow to hold them together.”

He smiles softly

“But I don’t think you’re well versed in the art of flower gifting, so I’ll let it pass for now.”

He then walks away

His lil heels going Click Click Clack Click  

He turns the flowers to pressed flower bookmarks once they start to wilt

“You got me flowers?

MUNCH

CRUNCH CRUNCH

CHOMP CHOMP

He eats them

He turns to you and looks like you just offended his entire bloodline

“They don’t taste that good-”

Then it hits him

YOU TRICKED HIM

THESE FLOWERS ARE REAL AND NOT MEAT ELEGANTLY ARRANGED TO LOOK LIKE FLOWERS

YOU MONSTER

He gets up and stomps away like a lil toddler not getting their sugary abominations 

“You got me flowers?”

His eyes sparkle

For a moment you think you can see pure joy on his face, but if you look closer…

His eyes suddenly turned into the money symbol

“OF COURSE! EDIBLE FLOWERS WHY DIDN’T I THINK OF THAT!”

He takes your hands in his

“I thank you for your contribution to the Monstro Lounge.”

He then happily walks away, giggling to himself as he eats the flowers like they’re chips

“You got me flowers?”

JUMPS for joy

“THANK YOU SO MUCH!”

He takes the flowers and keeps jumping around, somehow going higher and higher with each bounce

“THEY’RE SO PRETTY AND SMELL SO NICE OH I HAVE A GREAT IDEA! I’M GONNA GET YOU FLOWERS TOO YEAH THAT’S A GREAT IDEA WOW I’M SO EXCITED-”

Congratulations

Kalim has gone and become the sun we all know he is

Jumped so high he broke through all 7 atmospheres 

Queen of Heartsphere, King of Beastsphere, Sea Witchere, Sorcerer of the Sandsphere, Fairest Queenere, King of Deadere, and Noble Fairyre obviously

Hope y’all remember learning that in school /j

Anyways better go run and hide cause Jamil is not happy

“You got me flowers?”

He recognized the flowers you got him immediately 

“These are the Fairest Queen’s favorite flowers…”

His fingers gracefully trace the petals of the flowers

Holding them closer he smiles at you

“It seems like you’ve been paying attention in History Class.”

“Not only did she grow them in her garden, but they’re also poisonous when mixed with apple juice.”

“Since you so kindly gave me these, I will personally gift you some Snow White flowers.”

“They pair well with the flowers you got me, and of course, we will have a photoshoot afterwards.”

“You got me flowers?”

He stares at them

And stares

And stares

And stares

Then finally looks up and says

“They will die.”

And no he’s not threatening you

“Please take them back. There is no sun in my room, the only “water” I have is soda, and I heard that plants have feelings so I don’t think it will appreciate my trash talking.” 

“Instant K.O bro.”

I- I don’t know how he talks or, uh, gamer lingo pon

You turn the flowers slightly to the left and he lights up immediately

“IT LOOKS LIKE A CAT!”

You receive many texts for the next 2 weeks and pictures of the flowers, which he happily named Flowey, and often ask him how Flowey is doing

And oh dear, now you’re attending a funeral

Poor Flowey didn’t last long huh

Pat Idia on the back for me 

“You got me flowers?”

“Child of Man.”

Awee Malleus looks so happy~

Isn’t he precious?~

He cradles the flowers too

Definitely walking- teleporting??? Away with a big ol’ smile on his face

He ends up asking Lilia what flowers he should give you and Lilia JOKINGLY suggests gifting you some FIRE FLOWERS??

EXCUSE ME?

WHY DO THOSE EXIST?

FIRE AND PLANTS DON’T WORK WELL TOGETHER???

AHEM- Anyways, the flowers are pretty cool

Sure you had to get a fire resistant vase, remove all flammable objects near it, and make sure it gets its daily dose of peas weird I know

But they were a gift so you might as well treasure them till they day it dies OH SHIIIII- THE TABLE IS ON FIRE NOOOOOOOOOO

#I'm just tryna be a bit silly pon ;D #also #I had no idea what to do for Malleus pon #actually I had no idea what to do for everyone but it worked out in the end kinda pon #twisted wonderland imagines #twst imagines #platonic twisted wonderland #platonic twst #platonic imagine #gender neutral reader #gn reader #heartslabyul #savanaclaw #octanivelle #scarabia #pomefiore #ignihyde #diasomnia #riddle rosehearts #twst riddle #leona kingscholar #twst leona #azul ashengrotto #twst azul #kalim al-asim #twst kalim #vil schoenheit #twst vil #idia shroud #twst idia

[thxnks4themrms]

Bro is making me feel all lovey dovey n shiiiii 🙈🙈🙈🙈

Like he fr is making me feel like the only way I can show my true love for him is by gently cutting him up and sticking my fingers under his skin and feeling around him

#🪓🖤 #is that weir #nah #im so normal about mari #i wanna be so gentle with him #i wouldn’t wanna hurt him ofc #i wanna take good care of him #and give him everything he wants and needs 💘 #once i had this dream where i took a scalpel and cut along maris arm #and i was going slowly bc i didn’t wanna hurt him #and the whole time i was just praising him #and making him feel okay #idek how we got to that in the first place #but it was #interesting #to say the least

[slut4thebroken]

On your most recent crane post— imagine crane accidentally dousing himself in a batch of his fear toxin, and it having… unexpected effects bc it wasn’t fully developed :0

:O shiiiii bro- fuck yeah man brb🏃‍♀️✍️✍️✍️

#jonathan crane smut #jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane #scarecrow #scarecrow x reader smut

[cyuutie]

i’m like a drive downtown whilst listenin to slow n reverb songs in the middle of the night. i’m like a breeze of nostalgia ppl have. whenever anyone meets me, all they’re reminded of is moments of joy from their past. i make ppl feel deja vu, jus smt they can’t explain. even attempting to explain would confuse them. ppl can’t figure out what exactly they’re feeling rn, but it’s def joy. i am a real life angel, blessing ppl wherev i go. ppl would trace all my movements wherev i go thinkin “damn she’s hella fine”, i have a hypnotising aura. i may not talk to ppl but looking at my eyes alone can make ppl catch feelings, even those who don’t believe in love at first sight would b in awe at what i did to them. no one can touch the hearts of ppl like i do. i’m like- this special being. no one’s evr met sm1 like me b4, i’m jus too rare. gotta catch me when u can loll. ig my energy is described at “outta dis world” but frrrr it is. i have this enthralling, fascinating presence, no one can grab hold of it. once i enter ppl’s lives, it’s like heaven 4evr for them. they’d describe it as “she’s the best i’ve ever had, non can make me feel the way she did”. i have this way of words that jus makes me too irresistible, like, it’s so heavenly. even if i’m jus runnin for errands, i look hella good. i’d jus walk down the street n all dem fine ass guys would instantly turn round to see me “shiiiii she’s comin this way brooo”. ppl try so hardddd jus to get my attention alone. i’d nvr sit for anythin that’s not good for me bc i always know my worth n i’ll always hold myself high. i’m so gorgeous like bro i’d date me if i can. everytime i look at myself in the mirror, it jus makes me so happy, a feeling of euphoria.

and ofc, everytime i look at the mirror, i only evr get prettier. it’s jus nvr ending beauty enhancement. my makeup always looks good, it’s as if the best artists did it for me. i can do my makeup professionally n always look good regardless of whether i’m wearin it or not. i can play round n make myself look like dem girls on insta. i can find the best makeup for a decent price. my skin is perfectly clear as if i was takin care of it for yearsssssss n i own the best of perfumes. like damn i have a whole shelf full of them, n i always smell good regardless of wearing it or not. i have this feminine scent that jus draws ppl on. my parents allow me to always wear whatev i want however i want it out. i always am attracting my typa clothing, my own distinct style. ppl try to copy my style but bro, u ain’t even doin it rightttttt. my whole closet is jus filled w the most perf of clothing. i own sm clothes from vetements, true religion, vivienne westwood, off white, rick owens, ralph lauren. i own sm skims, subversive basics, cargo pants, oversized graphic tees, sneakers, scarves, everything. i have the perfect type of jewellery, i own sm necklaces, chains, bracelets, nose rings, earrings. i own the best accessories. i finna b startin the trends w the way i style. i have sm layering accessories. i take the cutest of pics n vids. i always look good in pics n vids in any type of lighting. i’m too photogenic, u can take pics of me off guard n i’d still look hella good in it. mugshots nvr have a thing on me. i have sm followers on social media,, these girls would b makin me their pfp bruh. i’m too fucking beautiful duh? obv. ppl would b remindin me of how hot i am literally ALL THE TIMEEEEEE but ngl it’s nice. my features r all jus perf. anyyyyy vid i take i look pretty, like bro the inverted cam does no shi to me coz i’m hella pretty. ppl would b askin how i became so pretty bc i look like a completely diff person. i always look good when i go out n my parents allow me to dress howev i wanttttt. my makeup looks too fucking pretty to b real tbh, like them filters on insta, but dis irl instead. girlies keep getting jealous at how i look tho.. but it’s ok. i’m too popular on social media, these ppl would rep to my stories complimenting me all the time “u look like dem girls partynextdoor cries ab”. my days always go smoothly n i’m always happy. i love meeeeee, tbh i’d date me if i can.

#pretty #manifesting #manifestation #law of manifestation #law of affirmation #law of assumption #loa #loassumption #affirming #affirmations #affirm and persist #life affirming #beauty affirmations #affirm your life #affirm your reality #neville goddard #subconscious #subconciousmind #manifesting is easy #living in the end #i love me #i love myself #self love #self concept #populargrl

[gamerbearmira]

Wait...wait...for Baby Mira! Casita sees Mira being a baby helps so much so she turns Bruno into a baby as well and the fam just hears a strange sound and Dolores mfing runs to go to the walls and comes out with a baby Bruno.

Bro imagine going to dinner and. You hear a sound. See Dolores run out the room like Usuain Bolt and come back with a baby. Would’ve had me flabbergasted 😭😭 shiiiii

#encanto #my asks are open #my asks #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto dolores #encanto bruno #de aged mirabel #de aged mirabel au

[kithtaehyung]

i’m so excited for busted! i can assume that bro will find out or maybe jk will and then he’ll tell bro aaahhh. I don’t know for sure but I just know all the buildup of waiting/ secrecy will be so worth it when he actually does find out!!!!

Oh shiiiii other people brought up jk as the snitch possibility, as well😗😗 an interesting theory, for sure!

And I’m glad you trust me with The Reveal part of the series because some people have said that if it goes a certain way then everything would be for nothing and I’m just like 🥲 well that didn’t put any stress on me at all LMAO?? Anyways. Happy to hear this!

#that was so discouraging but we got past it! #anon #asks:3tan #3rytan #3tan10 #*ryenfictalk #mailbox💌

[spadesolace]

HOLY SHIIIII- bro the spoilers r heavy heavy that i need some time to process it 😭

foa, yes that is a ref from little prince . i tried looking for a connection or some hint there but unfortunately im not that smart 🤓 anywayyyyy....

SO SULLYOON IS IN THE SAME SCHOOL AS YN YET SHE ALWAYS HANGOUT WITH THE FIMMIES??? r u tryna tell me that their friendship fell apart bcs of something (siri, play backstabbers by the o'jays) and sullyoon is basically tryna drag her down rn? (hehe see what i did there)

sorry, moving on... YN ONLY FLIRTS WITH HANNI FOR FUN???? BRO DOESN'T THAT JUST PROVES MY POINT THAT HANNI FELL FIRST BUT YN FELL HARDER??? or yn is just being a dumdum, tryna ignore those butterflies and convince herself that she's not in love with hanni and is just doing it for fun 😄 but in all honesty, nobody fell first and fell harder bcs they BOTH fell for eo at the same time and they fell HARD 😌😌

the parks r so damn big bro . if i were yn, I'd just drop school and enjoy my rich life 🥰

this is a lot to take in tbh but thxx for spoiling so much 😭😭

OK I AM TOTALLY GOING TO BE A BIT HEAVY WITH SPOILERS AGAIN BUT OK HEHEHE

sullyoon has her own friend group similar to yn. as much as jihyo loved knowing the fact that her cousin has someone to lean on was great but, it was a request from her parents to broaden her connections… it was sort of a domino effect

yn met chaewon first, then yunjin and kazuha, followed by eunchae, and lastly, sakura (who technically works for her family)

sullyoon is with nmixx, so yn has some connection with her friends. so ms pretty bestie sullyoon and our beloved caffeine dependent yn are all goods. the og top 2 is someone else, first guess was right it was between the enhypen boys

yn isn’t that dense hehe

i meant she only jokingly flirts with hanni as a way to probably mask her true feelings 👀 or maybe not 🤭

hanni is also the type that would do their best to make their crush confess rather than them

park is a really common surname so not surprised that they’re spread out hehe

tldr: sullyoon is safe, she’s our bestie, the og second highest before yn arrived is between enha, and that i wont admit who actually fell first hehehe

#tei talks a lot #drag me down #dmd!yn #spade spoils

[menalez]

I joined this lesbian discord server for teenagers like 5 years ago when I was 13........ without fail ALL of them are now either 1. bisexual 2. nonbinary 3. trans or 4. just straight up straight

my favourite is this girl who used to always be talking about all the girls she would hook up with and then she fell for a bloke.... and then "became" a bloke like 2 months later so she could still say she was in a gay relationship 😭💀 all she does now is cry about how she gets "discriminated" against for liking men and talk about how men are so great. oh and also she decided she was "fully MLM" aka straight. you can't make this shit up lol

I thought there was one last lesbian hanging on but she said she was bi a few months ago.... They're all gone......... Shiiiii crazy bro.

Honestly i think the whole "saying youre lesbian but getting dick on the side" thing started because being gay was trendy like 4 years ago and all the chronically online 13 year olds snatched up the lesbian label to seem cool but now they're grown they realize they don't like girls. But they're too embarrassed to ditch the label and think they'll get ostracized by their friends for dropping it so they just pretend to be gay. Bonus points if they can call themselves nonbinary so their heterosexual relationship is still "technically gay"

i also hung around gendie lesbians at one point, the ones i checked on recently seem to still be lesbians. one is engaged to a woman now. the other was ~nonbinawy lesbian~ happily dating a trans woman for years including back then so probably bi. another was a trans woman but also a minor (back then) so not commenting on that. and the last idk much about her anymore but seems she still calls herself a lesbian. it’s been like 6 or 7 years since i was associated w them so it’s p surprising to me that they haven’t rly changed.

[mangoposts]

bro SOOO much shit has been going on recently 😭 i deleted literally everything except from snap and tiktok and im also doing exams rn so i literally get home from an exam and go straight to sleep or play cod

BUT YESSS i’ll lyk 😜 i wanna meet so bad i was literally outfit planning yesterday and was like i can’t wait to meet up with u 😭😭💞 also i wanna smoke weed in la on the beach so fucking bad

It’s lowkey better to delete socials i think you’re doing the right thing😭 Focus on ur studies and shiiiii it’s more important

I WANNA SEE U SO BADDDDDD BITCH IF U ACTUALLY COME ILL TWEAK

#🥭

[batarella]

3 birds 1 stone - chapter 1

‘Dick, Jason, and Tim. Supposed brothers 'till the end, until all three fall in love with you. Who wins your heart?

 The man who earned it, the man who stole it, or the man who always had it?’

A/N: Having a different approach to my formats. I’ve never been so nervous in creating something so difficult to do for you guys, especially since I’m here writing about the THREE HOTTEST MEN IN THE PLANET. Hoes and bros, I present to you a very indecisive reader and three assholes in a WWE ring.

WORDS: 6483 WARNINGS: NONE

 MASTERLIST | 3 BIRDS 1 STONE MASTERLIST

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You were there when it happened.

You didn’t want to be there.

But you were.

It would have been an eventful enough day, one of those you’d never live to forget, perhaps even in death. As dramatic as that would sound, it was true. The tears had already beaten you in awakening that dim morning and you knew it wasn’t in any way going to get any brighter, no matter how much of the sun was going to show up. You could, in detail, recall the sting in your muscles when you pulled on that bright orange dress, fixed your hair up in a bun and unenthusiastically put on your makeup. Bruce picked you up and you tried so hard to hide how you were practically dead on arrival to the Richard Grayson and Koriand’r Wedding.

Smiles. Even when they were uncalled for. It was so much more painful to do when it hurt every minute that ticked away, every second that carefully tore out every other smidge of hope you always thought there was. It was on you, then. For thinking there was any at all.

Kory looked stunning down that aisle, of course. Like all the other people in the room were rubbish. You couldn’t even watch her. Or him, standing at the end of that aisle with a smile so bright you wished was caused by anything else but her. But it was.

So you had your eyes closed. Or at least tried to.

Until it happened.

The sister. She looked exactly like Kori, except her flowing mane of hair was jet black and her skin burned red. Eyes were white, everything else she had on was dark. Blackfire.

Then the cheers turned into screams. Flower petals turned into broken glass. The fairy lights and décor turned into fire beams and lasers.

If it weren’t in a room full of superpowered heroes and vigilantes, they all would have died right then and there.

In the end, the wedding got called off. Everything was destroyed. Blackfire was sent to space prison and Dick and Kory had to reschedule the wedding.

Three months later, they still weren’t married.

After four months, Dick broke off their relationship entirely.

Five months passed, Kory went back to Tamaran.

At six months, Dick moved to Gotham from Bludhaven.

You never got to talk to Dick about it, or talk to him at all beyond the small exchanges and light conversations over the dinner table at the manor or the chatter by the fireplace. He never mentioned it. You didn’t want to pry. At times, you’d see how he’d stare at the carpet for a minute too long, how his knee suddenly stopped shaking or fidgeting all of a sudden when he got too deep into his thoughts like how he often did when he was bored, and how his laughs felt just a tad bit softer even when the jokes were hysterical.

Everyone told you to let him be for a while, since not even he could get too close to the subject. They told you what he was up to, how he was feeling that day. You tend to ask a lot. Because if there was anything worse than seeing him with someone else, it was seeing him almost destroy his own life part by part over the loss of his love.

No. You weren’t thrilled over what happened. It didn’t give you hope, or let your mind wander over the endless possibilities of what could happen to you, to him, to you both. And even if you had to try so hard, which you didn’t, you couldn’t possibly allow yourself to have some kind of satisfaction over the tragedy, not even when it supposedly served you, what you wanted.

This wasn’t what you wanted. You didn’t want him to lose himself. You didn’t want him to be sunken into an abyss he was trying so hard to come out of.

Eventually, you’ll learn to let go. Properly. On your own pace. Not on anyone else’s.

Almost a year since the incident happened. He was okay now. Made the same jokes he always used to. Brightened up every room he went to. Went out with a few women every now and then. Saying you were used to that last one to the point where it didn’t even bother you anymore was both unnerving and understandable.

Everything was lighter now. Better. Dick was okay.

So why were you so nervous today?

Two pm. He was going to arrive any minute.

Dammit. That canvas. Lying on the floor like you were some kind of slob in a swamp. You went over and placed it against the wall. Plop, it fell right off. Cursing and fixing it up against all the other canvases up in the corner, everything just started to topple down like fucking dominos. “Shit. Shit. Shit.”

You grabbed all the canvases with as much as your arms could carry, frantically looked around your little studio for some kind of rope you could tie these together just so they wouldn’t explode in anyone’s face.

Ding.

“Shiiiii-“

The fucking doorbell, and you didn’t even have any arms to open the door with. You looked to your bedroom, then to your kitchen. Fuck. There was a drawer-shit, it fell to the floor-a drawer right by your bed. You scrambled with your knees shaking harder than the San Andreas fault.

Ding.

“Just a minute!!!”

You stacked them on top of each other, shoved them under your bed, then fixed the mess of a cobweb that was your hair. The mirror must have been kind to you ‘cause you could have sworn you looked like a hobo by now. But there wasn’t any time for that.

Foggy throat cleared, face calm and cool (you hoped), you ran to the door and shook off the nerves.

“Hi, Di-” The door slammed open, only for it to almost pull off the hinges with the chain lock still on. Frantically, you closed it , took off the lock, then swung it again.

“Hi.”

Dick had his hands in his pockets, jacket as blue as his eyes and as bright as the glimmer in its irises. His smile brought both calm and chaos within your veins.

“Sorry. I, uh-“ your thumb pointed to your apartment. “I was cleaning.”

Cleaning?

“That’s okay. Can I come in?”

Poor thing was shivering. “Of course!”

Dick stepped into your apartment and dusted off his clothes. You took his jacket. “Thanks.” Then he ran his long fingers along his black strands.

Putting his coat over the rack, you pulled out the pillows from your lounge chair. “Sit here.”

“It’s fine.” His smile lightened up the room. “Thank you though.”

“Can I get you anything?”

“Just water. Thanks.”

While you went into the kitchen, fumbling with the glass and water pitcher from the fridge, you called out to him. “You can go ahead to my studio!”

“Thanks,” you heard him call you back, then you followed him into the room, handing him the glass.

You already had the paintings lined up for him. Three canvases. Sitting up against the wall in a laid back, almost effortless looking arrangement when in fact, it was a lot of effort. You didn’t want to look like you were trying too hard.

“Christ,” he walked over to the one in the middle. The most recent one you did, one of a birds eye view of the ocean right by the Gotham City docks. “How did you even get this shot?”

“I-uh,” you stood beside him. “It’s a shot from the Batwing. Bruce gave me the footage.”

“And that one?”

Times Square. The building was the only thing on the canvas, but there was so much detail on the windows, on the balconies, and even the neon lights right at the top.

“I took pictures from the street across. They wouldn’t let me stay there with an aisle and all my tools.”

His one knee laying on the ground, Dick took an even closer look at the tower. “Is that a person in the window?”

You looked down. “Yeah…”

“These are incredible.” Dick looked up at you. “I think I’d insult you if I tell you I’m surprised.”

“Well. It was your idea to focus on painting. The blames on you.”

“Nah,” he shook his head, marveling over the canvas. “This is natural talent right here.”

You wished you could bite back the smile as much as you would have liked, but at least his head was turned away.

“How much for these?”

“No. Actually,” you swallowed. “Those are just samples. I wanna make something for you from scratch. Really personalized, you know?”

“Seriously?”

You nodded. “Since you’re permanently moving back to the manor, I thought it would make a good welcome back present.”

His smile was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, looking over to you bashfully even when he’s most often the most confident person in the room. You smiled back, but you doubt it was as addicting to watch as his own.

“If it’s not too much trouble-“

“Not at all.”

“I’m really liking this one, though,” He pointed at the third one. One of Bludhaven. From a shot of the city he sent to you himself. Most of the time, you had to work with pictures, and the moment he sent that to you, you just knew you had to paint it. Not for him. For you.

“I’ll make you another one.”

“Y/N-“

“And you don’t have to pay-“

“That, I won't agree to.”

“Dick, it’s a present.”

“This is my way of supporting you. Artists should never do this for free.”

When he placed his hand on your shoulder, you knew there wasn’t any use arguing. He didn’t even know. He’s given you so much support no monetary value could compare to. You didn’t need money.

That, or he didn’t think this present was anything more than a favor or an item to purchase. It shouldn’t be. You knew that. And still you wanted it to be more than that.

Yeah. You were probably making a goof out of yourself if you wouldn’t submit.

This wasn’t a rejection. Telling yourself that should make you feel better.

“Thank you.”

You didn’t look into his eyes when he started walking around the room, at all the other paintings you had laid out. You had a few portraits. One of Bruce, from when he asked you to do one for him a month ago and you still hadn’t finished until now. Who knew his usual scowl was so hard to do? Then there were more landscapes of the city.

“Gotham’s your muse, huh?”

“She’s beautiful when she isn’t so full of shit,” you laughed.

One of more skyscrapers that you laid out to look like Van Gogh’s Starry Night. Another of your works in progress. “I like this one.”

You were right behind Dick as he walked around, taking closer looks at each of them. A few drawings were up on the walls.

“Is that us?”

You went over to his side. “Yeah… It’s a painting I want to do.”

A rough sketch of the whole family. Bruce standing at the top most of the manor’s grand staircase. Dick on the step below. Then Jason leaning against the railing, the only one who wasn’t smiling. Tim sitting with his knees up. Barbara looking beautiful in a bright smile on the same step as Tim. Then Steph sitting on the railway. You standing right beside Steph, arm wrapped around her. Cass with her arms crossed. Duke at the bottom . Then of course, the kid who practically owned the whole manor, little Damian on the ground, at the center with a smug grin and his arms up his chest.

Even if people were to take a second look, they’d think you were a normal, functional family.

“This,” Dick’s jaw was on the ground. “Deserves to be up in the fireplace.”

You snorted. “I haven’t even started on it yet.”

“Oh, I don’t mean the painting. This drawing alone is fantastic.”

You rolled your eyes. “Thank you.”

Biting his lips, he had that same simper of disbelief radiating through even more compliments you couldn’t answer to. You let it get to you. For a while.

It wasn’t exactly going to get any better.

Though your definition of better, shouldn’t be at there all.

“Y/N, I can’t thank you enough.”

You held up your hand. “You’ve been gone from home for too long. I’m just glad your back.”

He walked down to the three paintings you had out for him. “So these paintings are just samples?”

“Yeah. I wanna know which kind you prefer, since you only asked of one of the city. It can be neither of them. Just something that you actually want in your room.”

“Y/N, these are all so amazing as it is.”

“Still.”

Were you doing too much? Were you asking too much? Were you giving too much?

Most fucking probably.

But then he gave you that smile again, the one you dream about for years. One that’s driven you to do so many good things, for others and for yourself.

Your response was with a smile of your own, though it carried with it some remnant of pain from his wedding day.

“So… which one would you like?”

He looked at the paintings again.

“Bludhaven. I guess it would be nice to have some part of it in my room.”

You nodded. “Of course.”

“Trust me. Don’t feel any pressure. I can promise myself this will be the best thing ever.”

Your eyes were stuck to your feet, because if you looked up at his own, you weren’t sure what you might end up saying.

“Thank you. It means a lot. Coming from you.”

His eyebrows were up to his forehead. “Really? I don’t think there’s anyone who doesn’t like your work.”

Yeah. But it’s not the same when it’s coming from you, you asshat.

“I’ll uh-“ You rushed over to your sketchbooks, pulled out your pencil and went over beside Dick. He was smiling at you. “What do you think about the skyline looking like this? Like it was taken from eastern bay.”

You did a quick outline of skyscrapers and a bridge extending to one side, a lone island and clouds on top of it. He nodded. “That looks great.”

“Alright,” you looked up, saw the slight lines at the corners of his eyes and the even more miniscule details on his face that was staring back at you.

“Nice sketchbook.”

“Oh,” you grinned at it, looking over the knitted covers and the expensive looking paper that had hundreds of leaves within its spine. “Thank you. I get one of these every year.”

“You buy them yourself?”

“I don’t. They’re way too expensive.” You placed it on the table. “I get them as a gift.”

“From who?”

“I, uh...” you didn’t want to get into this. “Anyway, would you like to stay over?”

Dick shook his head. “I’d love to, but I have to get going. Some other errands to run. Sorry.”

You nodded. “Of course.”

Hands fidgeting, then stopping when you realized they were fidgeting, Dick stood in front of you and beamed with his million dollar smile. You tried not to look back up at him.

“How are you, Y/N?”

You chuckled. “I’m okay.”

“We’d all love for you to come back to the manor…” He rubbed the back of his neck.

Lips in your teeth, he didn’t look like he was expecting much of a response other than a bashful smile and a shake in your head.

“I mean… I’d love for you to come back to the manor.”

Eyebrows up, you stared back at him. “You would?”

“Of course. It’s been a long since we just hung out. Stop over every once in a while.”

“I, uh-“ you swallowed. “I actually do have to go there next week. Bruce is asking me to send over his pieces.”

“Cool. I’ll see you then.”

You went with him to the door, watched him put on his jacket. “I’ll call”

“Come on, don’t act like I’m some stranger, Y/N.”

It was sad, how casual it was when he pulled you with his arms. His embrace wasn’t so tight, but it was warm. Nose stuck to his shoulder and masking your other raging emotions with a light laugh, you closed your eyes and let the split second last longer than it actually did.

Yeah. You still had it bad. No matter what you seemed to do, it just wouldn’t go away.

He swayed about, patting your back. “Thank you, Y/N.”

“You’re welcome.”

“And,” he pointed his hand at you, then scrunched it up to a fist. “Send me a list of movies you wanna watch. We’ll go through a few of them at the manor. Like we used to.”

“With everyone else?”

“Nah,” he placed his hands in his pockets. “Just us.”

He walked out the door. You closed it behind him and placed the chain lock back.

That encounter lasted ten, fifteen minutes?

It felt both longer and shorter than that. Like a thousand years and a millisecond were the same length.

You were just thankful you didn’t mess up or do anything as embarrassing as you worried it might be.

But it wasn’t as if it was new, or that the nerves and the chills and the blood rushing about was anything you weren’t already used to. Careful around him, sure. You had been since you first met him. But terrified? Nah.

You can be so used to walking around coals and fire and not be afraid of getting burned, yet still have it in you to wear something to protect your skin. Just for the sake of surviving. To get through it smoothly. So it wouldn’t hurt as much.

You slumped onto the lounge chair he didn’t take and closed your eyes. You let the hours pass. You let the clock tick away.

Then you jumped at the buzzing in your pocket. Blinking away the beginnings of a nap, you took your phone.

“Tim?”

“Y/N. You free tonight?”

Two hours had passed since Dick left.

“Yeah. What are you up to?”

“Work. I need company.”

“You sure Bruce is okay with you not going to patrol?”

“He has everyone else. Come on. I’m spending the night at the office.”

“Why me?“

“You can bring your sketchbook. ‘Sides. You haven’t been out of the house for a while.”

“The pictures you send me are good enough source material.”

“You draw a lot better when you’re seeing it with your own eyes.”

Standing from your chair and moving over to get your sketchbook and pencils, you scoffed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know where to meet me.”

He hung up, then you scurried around to get your coat.

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“Ms. Y/LN.”

You nodded at the doorman, bag over your shoulder. A number of people were already rushing out of the elevators even when it had only been a minute after office hours, so you had to wait a while before an empty one came down for you.

50th floor. A few minutes of silence in the elevator, then you walked out into a dimmed-out hallway where the other employees had already deserted. The farthest end was a door, unlocked just as Tim said. You stepped inside his office and shrugged yourself off your jacket. “Hey.”

“Hey.”

Tim had his reddening eyes glued to his laptop screen, not even giving you a glance up. Tapping away at the keys, you stretched out and basked in the blowing warmth, at the heater that was running at the side. Holding your hands up at the whiff of air, Tim fell to the back of his seat.

“Christ, my back.”

You snickered. “We do tend to get arthritis even when we’re barely into our twenties.”

“No. We usually don’t.”

“Not if you’re Tim Drake.” You walked over to his desk. “What are you working on?”

“Stuff that Bruce shouldn’t be asking from me in two days. A report on why and how we’ll be able to extend to the west coast, if it’s even possible.”

“Wow. Are you endorsing it?”

“I invented it.”

You brushed back the hair he hadn’t even noticed had fallen into his eyes. One of the reasons why it was almost bulging red. Your exhausted best friend took your hand away and snarled, though it wasn’t without a smirk.

“Then quit complaining. If it’s your idea, it’s your job.”

“I complained about back pains, not the work.”

You leaned back against the table and watched him type.

“Are you really spending the night here?”

“As long as I have to. Then I head back to the manor.”

“And you want me to stay?”

He stopped typing and looked up at you, eyes wide. “Please.”

“Fine.”

You settled yourself on the couch near his desk. “What have you been working on lately?” he asked.

Shrugging, your eyes were on the ceiling. “The portraits for Bruce, mostly. And the portrait of Bruce.”

“I assume that must be dreadful.”

“It’s hard painting his jaw and not give away the fact that he has Batman’s jaw.” You held your hand out. “You just need to cover his eyes and squint. And boom, his identity’s given away. Can’t do that in person but you certainly can to a painting he wants on his foyer that everybody’s gonna see.”

“I never actually thought Bruce wants that.”

“Neither did I.”

“What are his other requests?”

“One of Thomas and Martha. One of the manor.”

“The man wants a painting of the manor in the manor?”

“Yup.”

“When you have the money, I guess.”

“I know. He’s paying me five months’ worth of rent.”

Tim rubbed on the corner of his eye, his hands hovering motionless over his keyboard for a second. You looked over to him.

“You don’t have to, you know. If you just move back with us.”

“I know.”

“You sure you don’t want to? With Dick around now?”

Mouth ever so slightly curving up the side, a long breath escaped your nostrils. “I’m over him.”

“You sure about that?”

When you turned back up to the ceiling, closed your eyes while you had your arms hugging your chest, you heard him tapping on his keyboard after a few seconds of you not answering his question.

“He came over to your house today?”

“Yeah. I’m doing a piece for him.”

“What of?”

“Bludhaven. For his room.”

“Welcome back gift, ey?”

“Yeah. I hope he likes it.”

It almost seemed like he snorted at that. “He’d be stupid not to. I was also gonna ask you to do a piece for me.”

Your eyebrow raised even with your eyes closed. “Really?”

“Yeah. For my office.”

“Tim, I’m doing just fine. I’m not exactly surrounded by butlers and limos but it doesn’t mean I’m struggling.”

“Hey, don’t take it that way,” he said. “We all just love your work.”

“A bit too much, if you ask me.”

“You get better everyday. We’re appreciating it just enough. Like how you deserve to be appreciated.”

You didn’t take that to heart.

This painting all started as a way to let out the trauma, to get out of a life that had taken its toll on you the worst way it possibly could.

This was them feeling bad for you. This was a charity.

It didn’t, however, mean you were going to say no.

You hated it, but you weren’t stupid enough to refuse the cash. You liked having nice things.

“What piece would you like me to do?”

“Your call. You know what I like.”

‘Almost everything then, that’s what you wanted to say back.

A while of lounging around on the couch. A few hours, perhaps. You might have taken a nap, because your head had gone foggy and your eyes were salty when you awoke and the sky had gone completely dark.

“Tim, you should take a break.”

Was that his third cup of coffee sitting on his desk?

Again, with his hair covering his eyes, he had his one hand over his lips, eyes narrowed onto the blue screen that looked painful staring back at him so brightly. He sighed, then rubbed his eyelids with his fingers.

“Come on.” You took his jacket and threw it at him. “Take me up the balcony. Get some air.”

He looked too exhausted to speak. But after you’d gone over to his side and pushed his shoulder, he hissed and closed his laptop. “Fine, jeez.”

Tim looked like a polar bear pulled out of his iceberg when you had him off his desk. He shuffled into his coat, then you both walked out of the room and into the elevators. You held onto your sketchbook and a few pencils.

The balcony at the 70th floor. You haven’t been there for a while. You actually haven’t been in Wayne Tower the past few months at all. So when you stepped out, walked down the hall until you reached the balcony, the heights, the winds, the lights, and the stuttering noises went straight through you, gave you that static-like image that usually resonated within your senses when you sketched out Gotham City.

You sat on the marble railing, swung your legs up on the ledge and placed your sketchbook against your knees.

“You sure you wanna do that?”

You rolled your eyes. “Stop acting like I didn’t use to jump across rooftops.”

Tim was stifling a laugh, not sure if he should. So you pulled out an empty page and started with LexCorp a few blocks away from you. Tim went to sit next to you, then pressed his back against yours while pulling his feet up the same position. He was warm, leverage enough so your back wouldn’t end up hurting after a few minutes. He let you have your silence.

A wide balcony. Half of the page should be of it alone. Though it was just the silhouette, you traced out how the railings looked like if you were standing a few feet back.

Your head tilted to the left the way it does when you went on with your work.

You felt Tim’s back rise, then slowly soften.

“You alright back there?”

“Yeah. I am.”

“You don’t feel like it.”

“I am.” You felt his shoulder slightly brush against yours. You just shook it off then let the edge of the pencil flow lightly over what should be the sky.

A few more minutes, then a helicopter flew over your heads. When it went away, Tim’s head suddenly fell back to your shoulder.

Warmth. Like what he’s always given you. You stayed as still as you could and let the smile that was eventual and gradual creep up your lips.

“You’ll fall off if you fall asleep on me.”

“I think all that coffee’s not going to make me fall asleep for the next few days.”

Laughing, you just let him lean against you. then his head shifted so he was looking over your shoulder.

“That’s looking good.”

“You think?” You held up the notebook. “That’s us.”

Two kids sitting on the railings, with the view of the city right at their feet. Backs up against each other, shaded with the darkest black. The girl was leaning against the boy’s shoulder, quite the opposite of what was actually going on.

You felt Tim smile his mouth off. “Can I have that?”

“Hold on. Lemme finish this.”

The bat signal. Shining right at the horizon. Then you went over more of the details. The tiny lights on the windows. The helicopter that just passed by. The ocean far off.

Tim was watching you.

Not your hand. Or the drawing.

You.

A few more minutes, then you carefully ripped the page off the book. “Here.”

“Thanks.”

He folded it up, then carefully put it into his pocket. Then he placed his head against your shoulder again.

You did the same.

“I missed you.”

You laughed. “It’s not like we don’t see each other often.”

“I know. I miss seeing you everyday.”

Your head up at the sky, heart in your throat.

“Me too…”

Then you found yourself closing your eyes.

Legs dangling off the ledge on opposite sides, you both spent the next hour in silence, leaning against each other.

You and Tim on the rooftops. Just the two of you. Laughing. Sharing a drink. Doing homework even.

They were always the best times.

“Shit,” he looked at the time on his phone. “Come on. If I can finish half of it in three hours, we might actually get to go back to the manor to get some sleep.”

“Tim-“

“Just a night,” he slipped off onto the ground, then everything felt so much colder around you. “Please. Everyone’s out anyway.”

You shut your eyes.

But even when you expected yourself to decline, you ended up nodding and sliding your torso to turn back towards the building, . “Fine. But only because you’re taking me- Fuck…”

You moved too fast. You fucking moved too fast. Shit.

“Y/N, don’t move-“

Tim rushed to your legs, held his hands over the back of yours that was touching the metal where flesh and skin was supposed to be.

You tried to flinch away how you always do when someone does so much as lay a finger on you or your fucking limb when it was uncalled for, but Tim’s hands were soft and gentle. And you were also 70 stories above ground so jumping away wouldn’t be the best idea.

“Tim, I’m fine-“

“Let me help.”

“I’m fine… shit…”

Stinging nerves, all the way up your thigh when you tried to move it yourself. That’s when Tim ignored you and went ahead to hold it himself.

It was too late into the night for you to argue. So you pulled your hands away and let him slide your leg over the railing, dangling it onto the edge towards him.

“May I?”

Now facing him, both legs hanging just inches away from the ground, you placed your weight on your hands and nodded.

Tim knelt in front of you, then pulled your loose jeans up to your knee.

You felt disgusted at yourself, and you hated how he wasn’t, hands over the silver steel that replaced your skin, at the rods and wires that replaced your bones, where tiny stubs of metal stuck out in place of actual toes. You held your breath, then Tim looked up at you, hands soothing just below your knee.

He didn’t look like he pitied you. There was that.

That, or he just mastered the art of hiding his pity and instead, look at you like he was just trying to take care of you.

Which he was. You weren’t about to rob him of that credit.

Tim unlatched the bionic limb, then pulled it off of what was left of your leg. A stub of skin, where it had healed about three inches down from your knee, was burning red.

“Must have caused a bit of stress.”

You shrugged. “I’ll be fine. It happens a lot.”

Tim’s fingers over the marks of pink, you felt how gentle he was, the callous that had formed over the years, at the warmth that came with his palms rubbing over your skin. Your eyes were all on him.

Then he looked up at you, without stopping his hands.

Another set of blue eyes, quite different from the last pair you saw earlier that day. Though it must have been because of the dark, his reflected the light from the city skyline just a bit better.

Tim looked at you the same way he always did for years. It didn’t make your skin fluster, or your stomach churn.

You felt at home.  

You smiled at him, then he smiled back before he looked back down at your leg.

Tim was the only one you’d ever let do this.

After a longer while of massaging your knee, he placed the bionic leg back into place and latched it up.

“Try moving it around.”

This limb costed millions of dollars and only you had a robot leg as good as fucking Cyborg’s, and still it pained when you moved two seconds too fast. You moved your toes about, swayed your ankle. Still with a slight sting, but you could brush it off. Tim pulled your jeans back down and helped you off the railing.

He didn’t speak much on the way down back to his office, and he let you have your nap on his couch for a few more hours while he worked away.

Though, you couldn’t exactly sleep.

You weren’t sure if you were bothered, anxious, or pleased, and you hated how you still considered that last one.

It was in the way he looked at you, touched you so gently. You could tell. You could definitely tell. You told Tim years ago to promise you that he’d stop. And he said he would. Turns out he couldn’t keep that promise.

Tim still loved you.

Carefully, without him noticing, you looked back over your shoulder and watched him crouch over his laptop the way that was going to strain his back for the next three months. And you weren’t sure if you liked that it made you smile, when you took too much time watching his eyes and his lips and even his nose scrunching up like a rabbit’s.

You’d think years after you decided to be just friends, and ended up being best friends would let you both move on completely. He dated Steph for a while, even. And still, he wasn’t friends with her now the way he was with you.

It wasn’t at all awkward. It didn’t have to be.

But maybe it wasn’t for the reason you thought.

The sketchbook. The really expensive one you always used up after a few months. It costed about a hundred dollars per piece, and you get one every single year along with other art materials like charcoal pencils and canvases and paint.

And they always arrived right at your door every Valentine’s morning.

No name. No tag.

You thought it was from Bruce at first, like how he continued to spoil you with just about everything else with commissions and pieces he didn’t even need but claimed to want for his new mantle at the office or a wall in one of his condos.

But it was all too intimate and personal.

After the third year, you found out it was from him.

You could tell with how it was all wrapped and carefully arranged. Only from his hands, and how gentle they can be when he held you…

You fell asleep on that couch, clutching the sketchbook to your chest.

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It was past five in the morning when Tim finally stood up from his desk. You were well into your sleep, then you felt his hand on your shoulder, shrugging you awake.

“Huh?”

“Come on. Let’s get some sleep at the manor.”

Groaning into the couch’s fabric, Tim took fifteen minutes pulling you to stand until he finally got you on your feet. He helped you with your coat, then on the taxi home you fell asleep on his shoulder, and he fell asleep with his cheek on your head.

You got to the manor, stretched out, then just as the sun had fully greeted you, you both walked into the foyer. Alfred was still freshly awoken.

“Master Tim, where on earth have you been?”

“The office.”

“The off- never mind. Miss Y/N, I’m happy to see you.”

“Hey Alfred,” you yawned and gave the butler a hug.

“Will you be sleeping in your room?”

“Yes please.”

He nodded, then you and Tim walked over to the steps.

“Wait.” You backed away. “I want water. You go ahead.”

The zombie that was Tim Drake didn’t even turn his head to you as he lugged himself up the stairs. You dragged your feet to the kitchen, stretching out your arms. It was way too fucking early for this.

You reached into the fridge and grabbed the ice-cold pitcher of water, held up an empty glass, then poured it in.

You brought the glass up to your lips.

You closed the fridge door.

Then felt the freezing cold surge up your nose, your eyes pop open from the crust and saltiness that had formed over your eyelids, then your throat started to close up and you coughed the water out of your hacking mouth.

“J-Jason?”

A towel covered his face when he first walked in, which meant his arm was up and his muscles were flexing when his bulked up bare chest was practically screaming into your eyes. Eight pack abs. Pecs stronger than steel. Ripples on his sides. And his fucking arms that could tear apart a block of wood in one pull.

It was too much of a convenience that he was rubbing the sweat off his hair so much that he couldn’t see you with your jaw on the ground. Every muscle in your body tightened, screamed, then just as Jason looked up at you, drenched hair flopping onto his eyes, you immediately looked away and pretended your own throat wasn’t choking you right then.

He walked towards you. Fuck.

“Hey, pretty bird.”

That low, husky voice…

You nodded. “H-hey,” you choked. “What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing here?”

You drank the whole glass in one gulp, then you opened the fridge once again to pour in even more water.

“I came with Tim. I was with him in the office.”

“Oh,” he leaned against the counter right beside you, and all your eyes that were fucking defying you right then could look at were the veins popping out of his biceps.

“Why are you here?”

He pouted. “I always train this early.”

“You come here all the way from your apartment at five in the morning?”

“Since a few days ago, yeah.”

“Why?”

He scoffed. “No gym on earth has Bruce’s equipment.”

“Ah.” You went through the whole glass again. The sweat was starting to pour down his chest.

Placing it onto the kitchen counter just inches away from Jason’s body, you were practically floating out of the kitchen. As fast as you could. “I’m going back to sleep.”

“Bye, pretty bird.”

Up the stairs. Into your old room. Away from anyone else.

You fell to your bed, but you couldn’t sleep a single wink.

And you weren’t even sure why.

Or who.

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 MASTERLIST | 3 BIRDS 1 STONE MASTERLIST

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SERIES TAGLIST: 

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#dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #tim drake x reader #batfam #batfamily #robins #dc comics #reader insert #batboys x reader #nightwing #red hood #red robin #3 birds 1 stone #3 birds 1 stone series #batarella #batarella series

[eggdue]

The Thrill of Combat AU: The AAA become teachers... sort of.

Sanford: (wearing a tie, but no shirt.)) Okay class! i’m sure you all are wonder who we are (gusetures to Him, deimos and hank) but we are you’re new teachers! yeah.. teachers... 

Sanford became silent, as his smug smile became a straight line.

Deimos: (tapping Sanford on the shoulder) san? SAN! San outta it, bro!

Sanford: huh? oh, sorry, anywho, todays class is going to be all about CQB, or closs quarters battle! this will be important when you-

Student: BOO! we wanna learn about dust!

Student2: YEAH! Teach us something that will help us, bozos!

sanford’s face fell again, deimos was prepared to yell at the kids when hank took a step forward.

Hank: ...

Student: OH! look at mr edge lord here! whatcha gonna do?

Student2: YEAH! 

Hank: (cracks his knuckles) i’ll rip out your enterails and hang you with em if you dont sit down and shut the fuck up, retartads.

the room was seilent

Deimos: DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMM HANK! SHIIIII MY GUY! UP TOP!

deimos raised his hand and jumped over to hank, who high fived him.

Hank: Don’t fuck with my boys.

#madness combat #rwby #sanford #deimos #hank j. wimbleton #student #Beacon academy #dont fuck with hanks boys #teachers

[twstwonderlandstuff]

the amount of times i have thought of f! twst and m! twst meeting each other is insane

but specifically, because i am selfish, f! twst valie and m! twst valie meeting [both r disaster bisexuals btw]

wait, i should make an intro of him somehwere idk lolol

because in m! twst my oc is a girl cross dressing, i thought it'd be fitting for my f! twst oc to be cross dressing as a girl

so when they both meet they're just like

"shiiiii shawty! i couldn't rock a skirt height like that tbh"

"ayyy but you look good too!like this shit is bangin'"

and then they meet their casts like

m! valie (valen) meets m! twst and are just like.... 'oh fuck im gayyyyy SHIT SHIT SHIT OH DEAR LORD I'VE DONE IT NOW"

f! valie (valie) meets f! twst and is like "WOMEN.... ITS.,,,ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE I SAW ONE.. OH, OH MYGOD...."

there are tears in their eyes, and everytime someone in the cast talks to either of them they're blushing, stuttering, a mess- their voices crack and its all goes into this gay IM SO FUCKED moment it is hilarious

"ohhh! you look smaller as a guy, huh?"

"H- HAHA, YEAH! you didn't expect that, huh?!"

and by the end of it there just. dead.

"....we'refuckingdoomed"

"ay"

...

"ayy send me sum of them picsss"

"ayy i gotchu you send me sum too:'

"aight here u go"

then they fan(girl? boy?) to each other about their classmates

"JACK. HOLYFUCKINGSHIT JACK. OH MY GOD IM GOING TO CRY m going to cry m going to cry she was so tall and so sexy im gone..."

"SILVER'S ARMS OG MYGOD SILVER'S ARMS I JUST- I WANT THEM TO SQUISH ME"

"LMAOOOOO HORNY TRAIN FR FR"

"FR FRF FR!!!"

and then its just that for an hour until crowley actually does his job and sends whoever (?) home

god

it's because they're into taller people I JUST KNOW IT I FEEL IT IN MY BONES I JUST KNOW IT THESE LIL' SHITS

AND ONCE THEY SEE THEIR UNIVERSE'S FAIRY GALA & GHOST MARRIAGE IT'S JSUT MOUTH FROTHING I JUST KNOW IT

IT'S A COLLECTIBLE JYMBLE OF "OH FUCK EVERYONE LOOKS SO GOOD SHIT SHIT SHIT SHI TSHIT"

"by the GODS ABOVE HELPPPPPP"

"[unholy screeching]"

and when the other dudes come to check on them they are just. dead. gone. in shattered pieces on the ramshackle living room.

its like "kittens, are you guys cool-"

"i want to kiss their backs soo bad..."

"same- oh SHIT HAHAHAHAA HIIII RUGGIE SENPAI~~!!!!! SINCE WHEN WERE YOU HERE?!?!?!"

"huh- OHHAHAHAHAHAHA HI HI HI HIHIHIIIIIIII :)"

the smile of 2 deranged peoplei tell you

when they both have to go home theyre just like 'bro, my homie, my partner in crime for a day'

'my bitch, you god damn whore,'

'THANK GOD FOR TWST '

'YESSSSSS TQ FOR THE PICS'

'OFC OFC I HAVE UR BACK AYY AYY AYYYY'

and then, in a quieter voice

"b-bro, what's the cup size ur pretending w/?"

"ay... a b cup man..."

"...i... i hate to be the bringer of bad news, but... das not accurate at all///"

"ww...wwwha..."

"it's an AAA... im sorry for dissapointing you... i jave no sexual appeal whatsoever..."

"nah ish cool homie i gotchu... what you think ur dixk size is rockin'

'eyo um, medium length?'

'naww shawty you got 'em micro penisses'

'ey... eyoo...."

'im so sorry shawty..."

and it's a lil self pity party for a bit

then when the finally go home the tears start to flow like

'OH... Y'ALL R SO BEAITUFL... my tears ain't gon' stop flowin' anytime soon...'

'oh my god... mmhmm scrumptious y'all were so... h,handsome... oh im so sorry im going insane...'

#valencia karasu #stupid lil rambling #twisted wonderland