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[paper-mario-wiki]

there are upwards of 10,000 women in this world

[ghelgheli]

no phrase is gendered; every phrase is gendered; is the person using the phrase engaging with a regime of gendering? does the person being addressed feel gendered by the phrase? or, better: is the person speaking structuring their phrases to inflict discomfort and distress? does the person being spoken to feel discomfort or distress? are you interested in instrumentally using claims that fragments of language have essential properties to defend a practice of care, or will you instead focus on defending the practice of care on its own merits?

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

op shares her story at work “Don't write erotica in the office...”

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[bruciemilf]

Scary boyfriend privilege? No. Scary sons privilege.

Bruce who can’t go anywhere without his newly adopted ward. He follows Bruce like a sunny shadow, grin always in place.

“Dick, can I hold your hand when we cross the street?”

Dick, very sweetly, “No.”

Bruce sighs, but accepts easily. Some guy scoffs at that and asks Bruce if he’ll let his kid just talk to him like that. His kid. His heart hurts in a very good way.

He’s about to say something, but Dick interrupts him, his teeth bared full, “Weren’t you on the news for hitting an old lady with your car?”

Bruce freezing. Dick goes back to his gameboy. They hold hands when they cross the street.

It’s both scary and comforting how little he changes when he’s an adult.

Jason, on the other hand.

Although he refuses to admit it, he does follow Bruce around, too, when his dad actually has to leave the manor. It’s when Alfred says he needs sun.

“You signed a contract, sir.”

Bruce sighing, “I signed it when I was 4. In black crayon. Those don’t count.”

Damian gasped, as if discovering a vile fact, sending an accusing glare Bruce’s way. “They don’t?”

Bruce needs an excuse to haul ass fast and that’s how Jason ends up chaperoning his socially awkward, disaster of a father in his quest to pick up food.

He’s a titanic presence next to Bruce, glaring off whoever stares a little too long or too appreciatively, strong arms crossed and his eyes hard and sharp.

Bruce gently taps his bicep and he hates the way he melts. “Do you want the chicken nuggets with or without apple slices?”

“Without.”

“Jay.”

“FINE.”

Give Jason his “he asked for No pickles” moment. It has to embarrass Bruce enough to jump in traffic, thought.

Damian has his own league and none of them can really compete with it. I think, during parent’s night, he drags Bruce off to proudly showcase his gallery of portraits.

Bruce is very moved when he realizes they’re almost all him.

There’s portraits of Dick, too, and Alfred, and a comically bad one of Tim. “Damian, they’re very beautiful. Thank you.”

“I painted them with the blood of your enemies.”

“…Thank you.”

[one-time-i-dreamt]

A pill was invented that let people temporarily look like famous people. I took it to look like Abigail Thorn and got really excited when I thought I’d run into the real Abigail Thorn, but it turned out to just be someone else who’d taken the pill.

[etiolatedmutant]

logically, wade knows why people find logan scary

he’s built like a brick shithouse, perma-Resting Bitch Face, hands bigger than a lot of folks’ heads and a voice like gravel crunching under truck tires

oh, and the whole adamantium-skeleton-deadly-nine-inch-claws-berserker-rage-indestructible-weapon-of-mass-destruction thing

but like??? he just personally does not ascribe to that notion

that’s logan, the same logan who picks mary’s skin medication up dutifully and always insists she wears a sweater because she’s fucking bald, wade, and we live on the east coast

that’s the logan who’s slowly, painstakingly learning spanish so he and laura can have something in common (and so they can talk shit while wade is in the room and none the wiser, fucking chismosas)

that’s his logan, the one who actually prefers being the little spoon most nights because the pressure across his chest grounds him from nightmares

quite literally that’s just a grumpy wet tomcat he found in the dumpster and now spoils rotten, why would he be scared?

[negiwave2000]

i miss u siinamota ..... these tweets r beautiful

[sleepyjim2]

if ur youtube channel has over 1 million subscribers and u got like a crew and everything to help with ur videos yet you Still only have the stupid ass auto generated close captioning i think every deaf and hard of hearing person shld be allowed to take 1 bite out of u . sorry

[anthonycrowley]

the problem with having complicated feelings on john mulaney is everyone else is annoying and doing it wrong because the big thing with long reaching impacts (had a drug relapse/cheated on his wife/left her/had a son maybe not in that order) is salacious and plays into our morality around cheating and shit so 90% of people that hate him hate him for that. which is bad and dumb because you don’t have to like that he did it but regardless it’s kind of a human fuck up to make that doesn’t really hurt you personally. i mean, his ex wife can obviously hate him for it, and maybe i don’t want to listen to his old specials bc the wife bits leave a bad taste in my mouth, but that’s not why my feelings for him are 😬. it’s because of the platforming of dave chappelle in the goddamned middle of the transphobia scandal being rocket hot. like. that’s not a lapse in judgement because your personal life was spiraling a bit. that’s a calculated decision to show your true colors in a very noticeable way. but you know it happened years ago so the general public doesn’t care and ahaha john mulaney had a kiddddddd 🙃

[oddshine]

This one post and that one ep.

[paper-mario-wiki]

triple reverse harem, transfem main protagonist surrounded by transmasc love interests and. actually that's just ouran highschool host club so nevermind they already made this one.

[ravenkings]

straight dorian gray, high school musical phantom of the opera, white heathcliff………………………………..it is ROUGH out here for us Gothic Fiction Enjoyers

[bruciemilf]

Damian starts living with his father and learns what silence really is.

His father doesn’t speak, but he talks through his eyes. His touch. The barest of his expressions. The kind of silence unwanted objects have. Like he was born with guilt built it.

He says have a good day with a badly packed lunch box right next to Pennyworth���s.

It’s visibly less pleasing to look at, with the slippage of a cucumber salad soaking through. Damian eats that one.

He says ‘tell me you’re okay ‘ when he barks “Robin. Raport.” At him through the coms.

He makes it very clear he’s not happy about Damian being there.

“He’s always been that way,” Grayson comforts him, like Damian needs comforting. Like he hasn’t lived with Talia until now. “Don’t take it hard. He’s not a bad guy. “

Why is he saying that like Damian doesn’t know? If he was, Titus wouldn’t like him so much.

The Doberman carries itself with a deadly type of grace. It’s loyal. Follows Damian everywhere. His eyes have the same sharp, caring quality Bruce’s have.

He growls when Damian tries to touch it, — but it dies down when his baba’s hand gently scratches his jagged ear.

“He’s not a bad dog,” he has a soft voice. Damian understands why his mother likes it. “He’s just scared.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“I know,” Bruce confirms softly. “He didn’t do anything either.”

Even if he’s Bruce’s, Titus’ collar says Jacob on the back. When he asks Grayson about that, he gets stiff as steel and Alfred does, too. Damian’s little chest tightens up.

Titus doesn’t growl at him again.

And Damian sees some white scars on Bruce’s neck, like something sharp and hungry tore through him. He wants to ask and words fail him.

But when Jacob comes over, for a visit, for an inspection, and Dick gets that look on his eye, cutting and hard, and both his baba and Titus bow their heads slightly, he understands.

“He’s a mean dog,” He comments when Batman gets geared up. A good machine. A good soldier. “I trained him that way.”

Damian understands, and he hates it.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

The world was made of multicolored sponges and we frolicked like little gremlins in their first bouncy house. Yes there was mold.

[doostyaudi]

How bugs look at u whenever u lift up a rock

[deloveusion]

a relationship should be 50/50, she opens her legs and he eats her out