"And so Grief and Shame abided in adjoining rooms with the door shut between them, holding their pain in their arms instead of each other."
— Strange the Dreamer, Laini Taylor
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being forced to look at your ler is such a struggle
The eye contact and seeing the shit-eating grin on their face is so flustering
Knowing that they’re absolutely loving the fact that you’re a mess is so HORRIBLE
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IF YOU DONT WRITE HORSE ILL DIE
OK FINE I WILL WRITE YOU A PLATONIC, REAL LIVING FUCKING HORSE. I THINK THIS IS 1000 TIMES WORSE THAN MICKEY.
Look I know this is short but this stuff is making me question life so no one can judge me.
Tw: possessive behaviour, clingy ig, questioning my existence rn
Yandere Platonic Horse Hcs
Type: Clingy + Possessive
(Bro I'm praying to fucking Marina that my blog doesn't get more cursed than it already is)
It was a wild horse prancing around the plains, surviving on its own. I never even thought of being domesticated, that is until one fateful day.
You were a normal civilian who ran a small farm. It consisted of only chickens and goats, but it was perfect. Both you and the animals were content with life.
While feeding the goats, you noticed a large horse not too far from your property. It stood proudly, with its mane flowing in the wind like some stupid Barbie doll.
You waved to it, knowing very well it won't answer. But oddly enough, it did.
It stalked towards you, the slow clomping of its feet making a nice clicking sound. And soon enough it was right in front of you.
It pushed its snout into your hands, gesturing you to pet it. You complied, brushing your palms against its fuzzy fur/hair.
Since that day, it stopped by every few days; which slowly became an everyday event. It would ask for pets and occasionally food: nothing more, nothing less.
Recently though, it started to nip at your goats, huffing if they also asked for pats. It almost seemed to infuriate them.
Now, it's at your home 24/7 and sometimes tries to get inside your house. What did you do to have this wild horse attached to you?
"*Neigh neigh* *Whinny whinny* *Snort snort*"
"Those stupid paper-eaters keep stealing your attention away!"
(I don't know how to feel)
(Also, I actually have a fear of horses, equinophobia. I don't care if they're in pictures and videos but if they're like a field away from where I stand I freak out and try to leave. I honestly don't know why I'm scared of them)
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the funniest part of any Robin meeting the JL is that every Robin is so distinctly different from the previous one in terms of personality and vibes that the league literally gets backlash. and like, I don't blame them. not to mention that they are non-meta children that dress as a traffic light and fight crime alongside batman in gotham on a nightly basis. i'd also be a bit concerned.
Batman, literally The Night of Gotham personified in the League's eyes, coming into a JL meeting: This is Robin, my crime-fighting partner.
11-year-old Dick Grayson, dressed in the brightest primary colours possible, vaguely hidden murder behind those eyes, never stops moving even for a moment: Hi!
Superman: That's a child. That's-- Bats that is a child. You let a child--?
Batman, deadpan: You try to stop him. Would you rather he try and murder a grown man with a wire?
Batman: This is Robin.
12-year-old Jason Todd, with the biggest grin on his face, about 3 books in his hand, stars in his eyes and a distinct street-kid drawl: Hey!!!
Green Lantern: That's ... that's a different child. What??
Jason: I stole his tires :)
Batman: Tried to.
Jason, stage whispering to the League: basically did.
Green Lantern: that is a different kid, right?? I'm not seeing shit??
Batman: This is Robin.
14-year-old Tim Drake, bo staff clutched in his hand, a wary and tired expression on his face, more on the quiet side, the literal walking definition of don't judge a book by it's cover: hello
Flash: Where do you even find these--
Tim: I found myself.
Batman: This is Robin.
17-year-old Stephanie Brown, literally blonde, with a shit-eating grin, eyes full of nothing but mischief and the most explosive personality you've ever seen: hiya!!
Superman: I give up.
Stephanie: I know, I have that amazing effect on people.
Batman: This is Robin.
13-year-old Damian Wayne, a literal wet cat that will hiss at you, has a sword, the most judgemental stare you'll get from a teenager, ready to jump anyone there:
Green Lantern: WHY DOES HE HAVE A SWORD?!
Batman: ... he came with the sword.
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