Amy. 30s. Texan. Icon by @jddryder! Primarily a writer of AoS fic, or at least I used to be. I ship terrible things, often in terrible ways. If you don't like problematic relationships, you might wanna give my stuff a miss. Asks, whether prompts, graphics requests, or general conversation, are always welcome. However, I've got a kinda intense job and am subject to the whims of my muse, so my response might be very slow. Please don't take it personally!
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she jack off my trades till im master of none
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pissing you off so you fuck me harder
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you know how people say soup is round and so it's messed up to put it in a square tupperware? that's how I feel every time I see a square watch
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this is all I’m talking about until halloween sorry i don’t make the rules
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my uncle killed my father and married with my mother and now i must *remembers that suicide jokes do nothing for my mental health and wellbeing* put on a play
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important family group chat discussions
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Jason: "Don't attack, it's me."
Dick, staring at the target through the scope: "Finally, what took you so long--" *turns and stares*
Jason, in Discowing suit: "Bike had problems. What?
Dick: "You know what."
Jason: "Come on, you don't like my Halloween costume? Literally had to fight Robin 3 for it."
Dick:
Jason, grinning: "Too soon?"
Dick: "Let's just get this over with, I can't even look at you right now."
Jason, muttering as he takes the scope from him: "Holy self-loathing Batman."
Dick: *shoves him off the roof*
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