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ethmaron · 1 month
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this is a bit old now but i guess i never posted it. from that one au . you know the one
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cleromancy · 3 months
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sexiest and funniest thing roy harper ever did was look at dick grayson and go i could fix him
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jasontoddssuper · 9 months
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The babygirlfication of Dick Grayson
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bpdohwhatajoy · 6 months
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I don’t have the body I want. I don’t have the person I want. I don’t have the wardrobe I want. I don’t have the freedom I want. I don’t have the amount of money I want. I don’t have the achievements I want. I don’t have the living situation I want. I don’t have the brain I want. I don’t have the relationships I want. I don’t have the life I want. Every marker on my life is a hallmark of dissatisfaction.
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deithe · 1 year
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i just realized. why does kipps say in ep 2 that everyone leaves lockwood? who the hell is he referring to??? his parents???? they did not leave him quill they fucking died help
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bitchapalooza · 1 year
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I'm probably gonna drag my dad to see puss in boots the last wish with me if his friend still doesn't see anything he's wants to watch so honestly I'm actually curious what he'll think of it, especially Jack Horner, my all time favorite villain ever I'm sorry he's so unapologetically an asshole I wanna personally lock him up for his crimes and serve him his daily slop of mystery meat lmao
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mycelium-bf · 9 months
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vent// dysphoria tw
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caliumcyanide · 2 years
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Oh, god, I really didn't expect to be so ecstatic about seeing Hayden in Kenobi series. I was stupidly smiling throughout that friendly fight scene and now I can't wait for him to appear in Ashoka. Be it wholesome or angsty I crave me some force ghost shenanigans.
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gay-kurapika · 11 months
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There’s a season to numbers,
One two three. A countdown and a test. One two three, and I am out of bed.
Four five six seven eight nine. I’m out the door.
Its cold. My legs are feeling winter before I can. My hands too.
My lips are stuck in fall. They got rained on, and frozen in the night. They won’t move until they thaw.
We need moisture, right? The rain and the snow. The heavy downpours at 4 pm, and the way the rain sounds outside is beautiful.
Ten eleven twelve thirteen fourteen fifteen, I’ve made it to the shower.
It’s like spring rain. It’ll wake me up.
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taintandviolent · 1 year
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Tumblr is great because hardly no one knows who I am here, no one can report back to any of the authority figures in my life with findings of my chaos
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releaseholiday · 2 years
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bataranqs · 2 years
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5 Happy Things
09/03/2022
1. Lychee drinks
2. Taro drinks
3. Lychee jelly in drinks!!!
4. Ice Capps
5. Goofy straws
#5 happy things#anyways i've been thinking lately and i just#REALLY like when villains talk all gently and softly and kindly and do that lil like gentle i-could-hurt-you-but-why-would-i touch thingy mm#and the protag like can't move or smth not bc they can't but bc they know the villain is powerful enough that they can't move y'know???#i don't know if i'm expressing this right but like#ugh i hate using this example bc the way they did it SUCKED and was so lame but in bnha when shiggy meets izuku at the mall?#and he puts his hand on the back of izuku's neck (i think) and izuku can't move bc if he does shiggy could just put his fifth finger down?#whatever that was so boring bc i have a bias against hoshi's writing but when done RIGHT... yeah#gently brushing fingers against your cheek or tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and you can't MOVE bc you're so scared#speaking softly saying stuff like 'my dear' or talking about inane things that don't matter bc they know they're in control#i just read a really good well done portrayal of this in this naruto fanfic called 'a lack of wisdom' (which i'll tentatively recc) and it#WHOOOOOO#i've been LOOKING for a portrayal that good and it just hit the spot#some of the darker dick grayson/[creepy older man] fics do it well too but they never resolve the way i want y'know?#they're just so depressing there's no happy ending#wow this is actually incoherent#i should just. leave a comment on the fic telling the writer how much i love that scene eh#i wanted really badly to write a good scene like this in 'the journey' (the spidey horror fanfic) but i didn't get to :/#not good enough yet#but when i am good enough i'll write a good scene like this hopefully and it'll be so good
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delusional-mishaps · 5 months
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i havent drawn in so long i forgot how to..
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tropicalscream · 6 months
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its good that people have enjoyed smaller tits and that not everyone with tits feels the need to be DDD minimum to feel worthy if attention
but this mentality needs to be more with dicks. The whole obsession with big dicks is rooted in so much bad shit from misogyny to racism and more. Its fine to have a preference but not when it excludes all others and you treat them as lesser for not having it
As a very fat trans woman i deal with this two-fold and im sure many others do as well. Our weight/size making us shoved into the DomTop corner but then mocked & belittled for having a dick thats smaller then average. Like what do expect weight gain, depression and hrt to do?
Cis dudes deal.with this too. and this mentality of what a dick is "supposed" to look like hurts our trans brothers as well
its this mentality of big = top = dom = proper
small = bttm = sub = embarrassing/gross
its fucked up and so many ppl perpetuate it. how many times do u see/hear ppl post about big dicks and etc etc but the only context for smaller ones is humiliation?
we all gotta get less fucked up about dicks
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mostly-imagines · 24 days
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Banished
jason todd x fem!reader
aka jason misses his girlfriend
warnings: extremely mild angst, he’s just mopey (he’s fine)
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Jason sits slumped over the kitchen island, head lying in his crossed arms. His now soggy cereal disregarded after barely a few bites.
Dick’s been rummaging through the cabinets for the better part of twenty minutes and Tim sits atop of the nook table shoving donuts in his mouth for the better part of thirty.
Damian trudges past them to the nook bench, taking out a knife and beginning to whittle away at a block of wood.
He glances at Jason with a scowl. “If you’re going to be so miserable, can’t you do it in your own home?”
Jason just grunts.
He wishes. You and Bruce had conspired to trap him at the mansion for the week so he could heal from injuries sustained during the last mission without risk of him suiting up and sneaking away from you in the middle of the night.
It’s not even the fact that he’s basically being babysat that’s got him so disgruntled. He wouldn’t mind it at all if you were here too. But you were dead set that the manor was too far out of your way for work, so you’d stay behind. A lose-lose for Jason.
“He’s just mad his girlfriend kicked him out.” Dick teases, swiping through the fridge.
Tim snorts from the doorway, “Me too. He’s a lot more depressing on his own.”
Jason kept his head down as he blindly reached for the spoon in his cereal and chucked it at Tim’s head.
Tim catches it without thought, continuing, “A lot more irritable, at least. Why isn’t she here?”
“She’s gotta work.” Dick says, scanning through the pantry.
Damian peeps his head up from his project. “But Todd has a rather large supply of less than legally obtained money, does he not?”
“Yeah, but she said she wants to pay her own rent, I think.” Dicks hums, finally giving up on his quest for a snack.
Damian pauses.
“So she wants to live in a tiny apartment?” He asks, a mixture of confused and horrified.
“Watch your mouth.” Jason mumbles.
“It was a genuine question!” Damian protests, face screwed up.
Jason finally lifts his head up, turning to his little brother with a raised brows. “And I’m genuinely going to break your nose.”
It’s an empty threat, maybe. But it was enough to shut Damian up anyways. Jason turns back to his cereal and swishes the bowl around.
Dick rests his arms on the counter across from Jason and speaks lowly. “You know, it is just a few days. She’s coming back.”
“Yeah, whatever.” Jason was never one for showing his feelings—let alone talking about them.
He misses you, plain and simple. Dick could see that much clearly, though the longing looked unfamiliar on Jason.
Bruce lingers in the hallway, just past the island, listening.
He’ll admit (to himself) that he’s worried about Jason. It’s been three days and Jason has yet to show a crack in this demeanor. And while it’s not uncommon for him to stow himself away, there is something quite wrong with the way he hasn’t countered his brother’s jabs at him or teased them.
And while he could do without the blatant threats, he’s proud to hear his son defending his girlfriend, even over trivial things. It’s one of the few moments where he feels like he did right by him as a father.
And now here’s his son, caring about someone else more than he cares about himself. Someone who’s a good person, no less. It had been your idea to trick Jason into staying at the manor, you were scared that he would push his body past its limit when you couldn’t do anything to help.
Bruce knew you didn’t feel great about basically banishing him for the week but he could see that you just wanted what was best for Jason. He could see it so clearly. Maybe Bruce could never have been a perfect father, could never have given his son everything he needed despite having more money than he could ever use. Maybe he couldn’t help him, even now.
But you could.
Bruce peers around the corner, leaning up against the doorframe.
He watches Damian give up on carving at his block and start into the leg of the table.
He watches the bickering that broke out after Tim grab the last glazed donut, which was apparently the only thing Dick could possibly fathom eating.
And he watches Jason.
As Jason’s phone lights up on the counter next to him. He glances down at it with a frown before his face absolutely lights up.
He scrambles to pick the phone up and starts typing away. A quiet action that catches the attention of all of his brothers.
He types and types, waits for ten seconds for a response and types and types again—smile on his face.
The Waynes didn’t need to be the greatest detectives in the world to know who he was texting.
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