#@ my friends who follow this account

[damianwaynerocks]

batfamily as things my friend group has said/done:

bruce, 21 years old: “someone needs to talk me out of adopting a 17 year old bc i’m about to write a letter to the court” “bruce have you taken your meds today” “that’s unrelated.”

alfred: “i’d be worried if stephanie started dating someone who did meth because then she’d start doing meth”

dick: had to be hospitalized for eating nothing but microwave mac and cheese for two weeks straight

jason: “sorry i didn’t answer your call, i walked in on someone getting murdered last night and i felt pressured to intervene. i’m fine though. like concerningly fine. do we think this traces back to my father.”

tim: “sorry to call you at 2am but can i talk to you about nuclear terrorism? i think i just discovered russia’s secret weapon” (she did in fact discover it when we saw it hit the news six months later. she will not reveal how she discovered it)

duke: “i also know when jason is off his meds because he starts asking people to buy him hammers”

stephanie: accidentally heart reacted to someone texting her that they got roofied

cass: responded to someone confiding in her that they think they’re an alcoholic with the 😟 emoji

damian: accidentally told papa kent that he’s his favorite grandfather figure because “the spot opened up.” (the original one died)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Happy Birthday to Fallen London; My favourite British people beefing it with bats simulator.

[tboom-but-weird]

The figurine incident

Ik it looks rushed, thats cuz it is.

This one came from a conversation me and a good friend of mine had last night.

[dailydegurechaff]

Today's Daily Degurechaff is… BE COOL BE COOL

[corpsentry]

at the asian american studies sponsored movie screening i run out of my seat to press a button for the presenter and you look away, not in shame, but in anger

go make your own movie.

One where you’re the star

and everything’s my fault

the way you want it to be. I know, it’s easy

to let someone else hold this grief

and sit in the bathtub,

all dressed up to go to the party.

Maybe in this movie it’s your party

and I the party crasher,

holding cymbals and a baseball bat, et cetera.

But we don’t stop getting older when we’re angry

and you’re only twenty,

can’t listen to lullabies at night,

can’t sleep without a blanket

over your head like you’re scared

of your own shadow. God, go

write your own movie.

You could do it,

you’re still

pretty. Angry? Me too.

The bathtub’s overflowing,

the bathroom’s flooding

with whatever you couldn’t say

to the poet with their palms glued shut

in a cheap simulacrum of prayer.

Didn’t you say you were tired? Angry? Me too.

Upset? Unhappy? Me too. Hungry? Lonely? Me too. Me too.

Standing barefoot in the grass

I remembered the month of bad weather.

How I parted the fog with broken hands each night,

looking for your voice.

Oh, I will not forgive you.

Not like this.

With your fingers splayed

against the brute February sky,

lips cracked open like windows,

waiting, like you always are, for me to say the first word.

[effielovesapples]

it kind of sucks also that my ex friend was sharing my nsfw art to other friends of mine that werent following my nsfw and like exclaiming Isnt This Weird? to them WHILE WE WERE FRIENDS MIND YOU! and so i can only imagine that theyre telling people about it now that we are no longer friends because Well if youre willing to show our mutual friends my art in order to make fun of it I can only imagine what youre doing now. And that has seriously demotivated me to draw also But mostly demotivated me to draw nsfw Mostly which is not awesome because well i liked drawing it! But now i feel like im being watched or that my art is being made fun of behind my back. Shit sucks

[ahalliance]

how do i turn qantoine’s spontaneous marriage proposal to qetoiles into evidence of his early-days fear of qfrench drifing away and keeping secrets from one another

[lost-letters-from-atlantis]

I saw you yesterday.

You looked exactly like the person I left an eternity ago. The same air of confidence, the same face, the same haircut. You looked like everything that I've been missing for so long.

Everything that I couldn't have back.

You'd probably hate me if you knew I dared to take a glance at you. Maybe you already know I did.

Did you expect me to look your way one more time, I wonder?

The moment was so short, yet excruciatingly long to me. I couldn't detach my eyes from your figure. Maybe I stared a little longer than I should have. It doesn't really matter. I was gone in the blink of an eye, before you even got the time to notice I was here to begin with.

Like a ghost haunting you.

I'm sorry. I know I should have stayed away. I should have been stronger. I should have left you to your peaceful existence.

But the truth is - and you know it already - I am weak. I have always been.

I don't know how to punch, and I can't take criticism really well, and I collapse when the pressure gets too heavy.

I failed you again.

Nothing new in the end: it's always the same story.

It's always about you and me. It always ends the same. I always cry when I reach the last sentence.

But what can I say?

I miss you, and I've once been told grief never goes away, we just learn to live with it.

I grieve someone still alive. So far away, yet so unbearably close I would only have to extend a hand to touch you.

The idea of returning to you like an abandoned dog finding its way back to the only home it knows seems so alluring at times, because my heart is one of a dog and I don't know how to stop loving the hand that used to feed me.

But I know I can never go back in your arms again, so instead, I leave my door cracked open in hope that you'll step inside and tell me you missed me too.

It never happens.

Yesterday though, I heard the hinges creak almost imperceptibly.

I ran through the house, hoping to see you there, but when I arrived in the hallway, it was dark and silent. The streets outside were empty, and I was alone.

Still, I hoped it was you, because even when it's vain and stupid, I still have faith in you.

I hoped you had seen the door slightly open and had considered entering. I hoped you had hesitated and had decided to make your presence known at last, before running away.

I hoped you hadn't forgotten us.

Of course, yes, it could have been the wind. But it could have been you. The possibility was enough.

I want to keep believing in you. To keep believing that you cared about me too.

Oh, what I wouldn't do for the ghost of you.

I could write hundreds of letters that you'd never read and cry thousands of tears that you'd never wipe away.

I could believe in your return for all eternity and wander aimlessly among the memories of us.

So tonight again, my door will be left unlocked and I will be sleeping with one eye open.

If you ever see it, I hope that you'll step inside and stay.

Please come back to me.

[bellamygate]

the thing that gets me abt religious ppl is they'll demand u respect their religion & that religion hating your existence but they won't respect ur right to be like yea my belief says god isn't real so thats a dumb reason for hating other people or ye ok then ur god is homophobic thats kinda shitty they go APESHIT like. it goes both ways? like they can say i hate gay ppl bc of my religion but when a gay person says well i dont respect that religion bc it doesnt respect me its ww3. I'm not walking on eggshells for people who are too quick to condemn me to hell

[erabu-san]

Wait you ship Albedou with Tighnari!? Not to sound rude btw

Hmmm I don't really ship them ?? Like, yeah I clearly don't mind the ship and lol i drew them for fun because it is my main and the one fictional character I'm simping for more than 4yrs now but

I can't see it as a romantic relationship (i am convinced abt tighnari aromantic rep and bisexual sorry) 😔

And my mind was like "what if albedo flirtly provoking tighnari during science session and--- oh." the second I regained my consciousness, my hand already slipped and drew a comic.

[damianwaynerocks]

thinking about dick grayson and tim drake. dick was SO good to tim when he was robin. and i think there might’ve been a reason for that.

he wasn’t great to jason. he wasn’t terrible, of course. but he didn’t make near as much of an effort. and then jason died.

we know it wasnt intentional, dick not putting in effort. we know he cared about jason, but he was hurt and he was an adult and adults get so lost in their own lives that they can forget to make an effort. we know he did nothing wrong, but dick probably didn’t know that. dick grayson, the man who shoulders so much responsibility that his hands are always shaking, probably was thinking if i was there, if i would’ve done more.

the guilt probably ate him up, and then when bruce got tim, dick didn’t want to make the same mistake. so he went out of his way to be there for tim, to be the best big brother he possibly could. because he had to atone. because of guilt.

because at his core, dick grayson is nothing if not wracked with guilt to his very soul.

[rubiatinctorum]

instagram is such a loserish website. i post my photos for my friends to see and their feeds are so filled with sponsored reels and suggested posts that they probably don't want to see if they feel like i do about my sponsored reels and suggested posts. and then none of us see each other's posts, which we signed up to see and followed each other to share with each other. stupid stupid stupid.

[sofastuffing]

i have a headache

[roychewtoy]

impaled

[cosmogyros]

Literally can't pay my rent until I get paid for September, which hasn't happened yet. Today is Friday, and Monday is the last day of the month. I'm so tired of being poor.

[herefortheships]

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