#IM CRYING I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

[rockspider556]

Batfam Headcanon #2

So. Damian Wayne’s school recital.

First off, Damian does not want to be there. He even performs this whole dramatic speech about how performing the viola in front of a bunch of “intellectually inferior Gotham Prep students” was a waste of his talents.

Bruce, however, is thrilled. He had missed out on these sorts of milestones with Dick, Jason, and Tim for various reasons—crimefighting, estrangement, or simply bad timing. But this? This was his chance to savour the quintessential "proud dad at a school event" experience, and he was not going to squander it. He buys eight tickets—front row for the whole family, obviously. He even tells Tim to “clear your schedule” and makes Jason promise on pain of death to show up.

He doesn’t stop there though. He rents an absurdly expensive high-end video camera (the kind National Geographic use to capture footage of lions on the savannah) to record the performance in its entirety, despite Barbara pointing out that smartphones have perfectly good cameras these days, and was pacing in front of the theatre doors 30 minutes before they even opened, muttering about getting the perfect angle. As the recital begins, the Batfam does their best to blend in with the other parents, though it’s a losing battle. Especially with Jason muttering snarky comments under his breath about the less-than-stellar early performances. “If this is what passes for talent at Gotham Prep, I’m never letting Damian forget he’s related to these people.”

Damian, to his credit, looks completely calm at all this chaos. Professional, even. He’s so composed, standing there with his viola, tuning it like this was just another mission. And then he starts playing. Y’all. He was perfect. Like, annoyingly, infuriatingly perfect. Every note was precise, every movement elegant.

You could see Karen from the PTA side-eyeing Bruce like, “What kind of prodigy factory are you running?”

But here’s the thing: the minute Damian finishes, and the polite applause starts?

The Batfam absolutely loses it.

I’m talking:

Dick and Duke standing up, leading a standing ovation.

Jason yelling “THAT’S MY BABY BROTHER, YOU PEASANTS!”

Cass throwing fake confetti that she’d somehow smuggled in.

Steph shaking her homemade “GO DAMI” sign so hard the glitter was falling off

Tim also standing up to applaud, completely forgetting about the phone on his lap live-streaming the whole thing to Alfred back home, ruining the video completely

Barbara’s reaction being the perfect mix of affection, amusement and calm.

Bruce clapping so loudly it echoed through the whole auditorium.

Damian’s ears? Fire engine red. He storms off stage like, “You’re all the worst. I’m disowning every single one of you.” BUT. Later that night, Tim catches him sneaking the recital signup sheet for next year off the fridge. He totally signed up again. Because deep down, he knows that no matter how irritating they are, the Batfam were always going to be the loudest cheer squad in Gotham

And perhaps, just perhaps, he didn’t mind that as much as he claimed.

[the-bi-space-ace]

Been thinking about Echo & Wrecker lately

I think after joining the batch Echo has to adapt to taking daily medications because I’m projecting for things like chronic pain or other underlying conditions because of his treatment on Skako. This is already an adjustment. Going from not needing any daily medications to needing daily medications is hard enough. What’s worse is that some of the new meds make him nauseous or light headed or even give him brain fog.

For the first two weeks after the new meds he can barely keep food down, has constant headaches, and gets dizzy often. It’s a hard adjustment period. He’s moving so fast, jumping back into solid foods, and a bunch of new medications on top of that. It’s difficult and scary and he’s frustrated.

That’s where Wrecker comes in.

I think Wrecker also has chronic pain because of the accident that gave him his scars and made him blind in one eye. I think he’s taken a few different types of medication and has gone through the same adjustment period and when he notices Echo getting frustrated with the change in his daily life Wrecker gives him some helpful tips.

He decorates a pill organizer that looks just like his. He makes it complimentary so they’re matching but can still easily tell their pills apart. He even takes his at the same time of day Echo takes them so they never forget because they’re on the same schedule. Echo isn’t too sure why Wrecker took the time to decorate a pill organizer for him but he loves it and uses it every day.

Echo often gets nauseous but also lightheaded since he isn’t eating enough. Wrecker starts sharing his snacks with Echo which include a lot of fruit. Not only does it contain sugar which helps with the lightheadedness but fruit is easy on your stomach and it’s incredibly hydrating. watermelon especially, which they try to keep on hand.

Wrecker had to do physical therapy too so he teaches Echo how to work up more muscle and then treat the sore ones. They both experience muscle pains so Wrecker shows Echo how to alleviate some of it with cool downs after missions. They have a whole routine together.

With all the kindness Wrecker has shown him Echo wants to do something in return so he learns several different massage techniques to help with Wrecker’s muscle strain. He adapts them to work with one hand and has helped Wrecker get out so many knots.

Echo even sets timers for snacks throughout the day between regular meals to help stave off how starved Wrecker feels on a daily basis. It’s not perfect but he finds every two hours when they can manage it is the sweet spot. If he has even a little bit of food then Wrecker’s stomach feels better and he can feel less nauseous on bad days. Handful of crackers, some fruit, a chocolate bar. Anything. Echo keeps snacks on hand for his and Wrecker’s ‘Snack Attack’.

[sea-buns]

AWWW MAZEY ACKNOWLEDGING HOW MUCH FABIAN TAKES CARE OF EVERYONE AWWWWWWWKJDQCWIDMKWJ

[monzterzack]

she loves his big brother so much

[antiquatedsimmer]

The next morning, their work truly began to pick up. They were officially on a tight schedule, and Lucile found herself entirely focused on Josephine's needs.

Their current situation was far from ideal, especially now that they were aware of the baby on the way.

Lucile knew that the cramped wagon was not suitable for an expectant mother.

Determined to improve their circumstances, she dug out the old, albeit slightly worn, camping tent she had used when her father took her camping as a teen.

Surprisingly, instead of the worry she had expected, Lucile felt fluttering pangs of excitement. The idea of becoming an aunt was overwhelming, even considering the complicated circumstances.

All she could think about was how much she loved Josie and how she would raise the child as if they were her own.

She didn’t want to be angry or sad anymore. For years, their lives had been nothing but family turmoil. They both had endured so much, and Lucile longed to move beyond that and create something beautiful.

This was their chance for a fresh start. Lucile knew Josephine's upbringing had been starkly different from her own.

While she couldn’t give her everything she desired, she loved her enough to dedicate her entire heart and soul to trying.

[lanaevyssmoved]

[rasb7rry]

"are they lovers?"

"worse."

[kymsys]

fixing it for gege. 💔🩹

[talesofkhaos]

Spencer, much like Oliver, found himself in situations where remorse seemed like a luxury he couldn't afford. In his line of duty, he sometimes had to eliminate men who were merely products of something far more sinister. Despite the gravity of his actions, Spencer learned to compartmentalize his emotions, understanding that his role was necessary in a world filled with darkness. In his mind, he was simply doing what needed to be done to protect the innocent and uphold justice. As an FBI agent, he was trained to focus on the bigger picture, which often meant making difficult decisions without hesitation. This ability to detach allowed him to carry out his duties effectively, even when faced with morally complex situations. Yet, deep down, Spencer couldn't ignore the unsettling thrill that accompanied these acts of violence. He remembered a conversation with Cat, who had once asked him if injuring those inmates in prison felt good. Oh god, did it feel fucking amazing, he thought, as a rush of adrenaline and power coursed through him, leaving him questioning the fine line between justice and something far darker within himself. The drug had been a clandestine creation, a chemical concoction that left no evidence behind, allowing Spencer to operate in the shadows without fear of repercussion. Each time he administered the dose, he felt an electrifying sense of control, knowing he could end a life with the subtlety of a whisper. The rush was intoxicating, a dangerous dance with power that blurred the boundaries of his moral compass, and he couldn't help but wonder if he was becoming the very darkness he sought to eradicate.

Sometimes he questioned himself, wondering if this darkness was a normal part of his psyche. Spencer, a genius in his field, felt he should know the answer, yet it eluded him, leaving him in a constant state of inner conflict. The only certainty he held was the need to conceal this shadowy aspect of himself, ensuring it never overshadowed his commitment to justice. Spencer's exceptional skills in profiling allowed him to step into the minds of the unsubs with ease, understanding their darkest desires and motivations. This uncanny ability to think like them made him an invaluable asset to the team, but it also served as a perfect cover for his own inner turmoil. By excelling in his work and focusing on the profiles he created, he could mask his own struggles, ensuring that his colleagues saw only the brilliant profiler, not the man wrestling with his own shadow. Spencer found himself spiraling deeper into the abyss when Gideon left, as the absence of his mentor seemed to unleash the darkest parts of his psyche. Without Gideon's steady guidance, the urges to kill and embrace the shadows within him grew stronger, threatening to overtake his carefully maintained facade. The struggle to maintain control became a daily battle, as he fought to ensure that his inner darkness didn't consume him completely.

Then there was Maeve, who came into his life like a beacon of light piercing through his inner storm. Her presence brought a sense of calm and connection that Spencer hadn't realized he needed so desperately. With Maeve, those dark urges began to fade, replaced by an overwhelming desire to protect and cherish the newfound hope she represented in his life. Her sudden absence left a gaping void, and with it, the shadows crept back, more insistent and consuming than ever. Spencer found himself teetering on the edge, struggling to maintain the balance between his professional duties and the darkness that threatened to unravel him. The constant battle to suppress his urges became even more exhausting, as he desperately sought a new anchor to keep him grounded in the light. With each intense case that landed on his desk, Spencer found his thoughts drifting toward the unthinkable—scenarios where he could unleash his rage and rip apart the very culprits he was meant to apprehend. The consuming desire to act on these dark fantasies was frighteningly seductive, leaving him on edge and questioning his own sanity. Every moment spent in the presence of these criminals seemed to stoke the fire within him, pushing him ever closer to the precipice of his own moral abyss.

There was one case in particular that haunted Spencer's thoughts—a ruthless killer who had shown no mercy to his victims. As he stood face-to-face with the unsub, Spencer could almost feel the weight of the knife in his hand, envisioning how it would feel to drive the blade deep into the man's flesh, releasing years of pent-up fury. He imagined the twisted satisfaction of watching the life drain from the unsub's eyes, a dark laughter echoing in his mind as he contemplated crossing that line into the very darkness he fought against. But just as he teetered on the brink, a voice from deep within him whispered, urging him to give in to the temptation. It was a chilling reminder of the battle he waged daily, the seductive allure of vengeance pulling at his conscience. Yet, even amidst the chaos in his mind, Spencer knew that succumbing to this darkness would mean losing a part of himself he could never reclaim.

 Spencer was grateful for the revelation that studying and lecturing on cases provided a constructive outlet for his turbulent emotions. Diving into the intricacies of criminal behavior and sharing his insights with others allowed him to channel his dark urges into something productive and meaningful. It was this very approach that led him to Oliver. Spencer was profoundly relieved when he encountered Oliver, whose presence mirrored his own inner turmoil. Oliver, with his dark allure and enigmatic smile, seemed to harbor the same shadows that Spencer battled daily. It was as if, in Oliver, he found a kindred spirit—someone who understood the seductive pull of darkness yet possessed a beauty that transcended it, offering a glimmer of hope and redemption. It felt like the universe itself had conspired to bring these two tormented souls together, like gods weaving their fates with deliberate intent. Spencer could have mused about the ancient belief that some connections were predestined. He quoted, "Perhaps the gods have a sense of irony, binding us to those who reflect our deepest fears and desires." In Oliver, he saw a mirror of his own struggles, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there was a chance for salvation. Going to Oliver's lecture was the best decision Spencer could have made. Seeing Oliver thrive despite his trauma and passionately discuss his horror book filled Spencer with admiration. As he listened, Spencer realized he wasn't just captivated by Oliver's words but had fallen in love with the man himself.

Spencer couldn't help but marvel at the serendipity of it all, how the universe had brought him to that lecture hall at precisely the right moment. Reflecting on this unexpected connection, he thought of the old adage, "Fate leads the willing and drags along the reluctant." In Oliver, he found not only understanding but also an unforeseen love that promised to illuminate his darkest corners.

Spencer felt a warmth spreading through his chest, touched by Oliver's profound perspective. He nodded slowly, absorbing the wisdom in his words, realizing how much comfort Oliver had found in these paradoxes. "You're right," Spencer whispered, his voice tinged with admiration. "The darkness might seem overwhelming at times, but it's what makes the light so precious. And maybe, just maybe, we can find a way to navigate them together." Spencer felt an inexplicable pull towards Oliver, a desire to be part of this journey through light and shadow. He didn't fully grasp the depth of Oliver's revelations, but he was certain he wanted to explore them by his side. "As they say, 'It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light,'" Spencer quoted softly, hoping Oliver would understand the commitment behind his words.

Spencer imagined Oliver as a police officer or even a profiler for the FBI, using his sharp mind to solve complex cases and bring justice. It was a thrilling thought, picturing Oliver navigating the intricacies of criminal psychology with the same insight he brought to his writing. Yet, Spencer respected Oliver's choice to channel his talents into storytelling, understanding that this, too, was a way of exploring the human psyche and confronting darkness in a meaningful way. "Honestly, Oliver, I think you would have made an amazing FBI agent," Spencer said with a playful grin. He leaned in slightly and winked, adding, "And if you ever feel like practicing, I'll gladly let you arrest me." Spencer teased, but he couldn't help but feel warmth at the compliment. Spencer truly believed Oliver had the intelligence and capability to excel in any field he chose, including law enforcement. However, he knew that Oliver's past was a barrier that had held him back from pursuing certain paths. Despite this, Spencer admired Oliver's resilience and was thankful that his journey had ultimately led him to storytelling, where his brilliance could shine in other profound ways.

Spencer's eyes widened with surprise and admiration at the beauty of Oliver's metaphor. He felt a warmth spread through him, touched by the depth of Oliver's words. "Wow, that's quite poetic," Spencer replied softly, quoting an old saying he loved, "They say the sunset is proof that no matter what happens, every day can end beautifully. And with faith, every sunrise brings new hope." "Your words remind me that each day is a chance to start anew, with fresh perspectives and possibilities," Spencer continued, his voice filled with sincerity. "In many ways, meeting you feels like my own sunrise, a new beginning that brings hope and excitement to my life." He paused, looking deeply into Oliver's eyes, and added, "I'm grateful to be part of this journey with you, wherever it may lead." This exchange was more than just playful banter; it was a moment of genuine connection between them. It underscored the importance of seeing and appreciating each other's potential, regardless of the path they chose. Their conversation served as a reminder that understanding and support could illuminate even the darkest corners, bringing warmth and encouragement to their intertwined journeys.

Spencer felt a wave of happiness wash over him as he watched Oliver's reaction, the joy on his face making the simple trick feel truly magical. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," Spencer replied warmly, his own heart swelling with contentment. "It's not the trick itself, but the joy it brings that makes it special, and seeing you smile like that is the real magic for me." For Spencer, genuine connection was a rare and precious gift, offering a sense of fulfillment that he cherished deeply. The magic lay not just in the act of making Oliver smile, but in the knowledge that he could bring joy to someone he admired so much. Witnessing Oliver's happiness was a source of immense satisfaction for Spencer, as it reinforced the power of human connection and reminded him of the simple pleasures that come from sharing moments of true understanding and warmth. "There's a quote I once heard," Spencer continued, "that said, 'Magic is not just in the tricks we perform, but in the connections we make.' Being able to share this moment with you, Oliver, feels like a spell of its own." As he spoke, Spencer realized that their bond was a testament to the enchantment found in genuine relationships. With a playful twinkle in his eye, Spencer leaned in slightly and asked, "But tell me, Oliver, are you sure you haven't put some kind of spell on me? Because every moment with you feels truly enchanting?" Spencer never imagined this day would unfold so beautifully, yet here he was, basking in the warmth of genuine connection. He took a sip of his already cold coffee, barely noticing the temperature, as he felt a contentment that no hot beverage could replicate. This unexpected happiness filled him with gratitude, making him appreciate the unpredictability of life's most magical moments.

Spencer's eyes widened in surprise, and a soft, delighted chuckle escaped his lips. His heart fluttered at the unexpected gesture, and a radiant smile spread across his face, one that seemed to light up the entire room. "Well, Juliet," he replied with a playful glint in his eyes, "I suppose it's time for our adventure to begin." Spencer stood up from his seat, the anticipation evident in his movements, and tossed his coffee cup into the nearby trash. With a gentle yet firm grasp, he took Oliver's hand and pulled him close, their eyes locking in a moment of shared excitement. "As Romeo once said, 'Give me my sin again,'" Spencer murmured with a teasing smile, before leaning in to capture Oliver's lips in a passionate kiss that spoke volumes of the magic they had discovered in each other.

killing his stepfather was exhilarating. there was such raw power to be had in that moment, something Oliver had been unfamiliar with up until then. it sent chills down his spine as he watched the life fading from his abuser’s eyes, the feeling of something akin to pride bursting at his seams. back then, he’d been disgusted by his lack of remorse- his stomach twisting as if he were going to lose his lunch at any given moment. he was revolted with himself and wanted nothing more than to feel guilt for killing another human being. however, Oliver didn’t feel guilt. how could he possibly feel guilt for killing someone that had made Oliver’s life a living hell ?? why should he feel guilty for that ?? he was finally freed of the curse of this man. there was nothing to feel guilty for. he shouldn’t have had to feel guilt for it. yet, he did feel guilt . . . not because he killed him, but because he didn’t feel guilt for killing him. any normal person would be overwhelmed with remorse, begging for forgiveness from anyone that would listen, but all Oliver wanted the moment he saw his stepfather die was to curl up in a ball and go to sleep. he had wanted nothing more than some peace and quiet. and that’s exactly what he’d have for the next four years of his life. with the amount of therapy and medication inserted into his body, the hallucinations had come to an almost abrupt end and peace and quiet was all that he knew.

however, as Oliver left the sanctuary of his mental hospital, and he was uprooted from everything he knew, sooner rather than later, he was cursed with reality slamming down on him. the nightmares came back in tenfold, haunting him every single night, as if to make up for lost time. he felt like a ghost, drifting through time as he tried in vain to make the nightmares go away. he did everything he could to banish them, even so much as going to his psychiatrist and talking about it, but not even she could cure the horrors of his own mind, no matter what kind of medication she put in his body. of course, she did alter his drugs and the hallucinations weren’t as tumultuous as they had been in the beginning. he wasn’t constantly seeing people with their throats slit, so he considered that an achievement. he wasn’t able to rest so easily, but at least his days weren’t haunted as much as his nights were. it’s inevitably what led him to drinking again. he was an alcoholic in college, and it only seemed to worsen after he was released from the hospital. he couldn’t handle the nightmares and the sleepwalking; he wanted it to stop, so he drank until he blacked out. unfortunately, blacking out didn’t always save him from his own personal hell. sometimes, after he’d blacked out, he’d wake up with fresh marks on his arms that he didn’t remember administrating- his psychiatrist was worried he was harming himself during his black outs, and eventually, because that concern grew to be too much, she had him admitted into rehab.

rehab did wonders for Oliver’s mental health. it stabilized him and gave him routine and it would also prove to be helpful to his recovering addiction. in the end, he spent nearly a year in rehab before he was released back into the wild and this time, he had his routine down. he wasn’t going to let anything dismantle him again and eventually, the nightmares came to an end. maybe sometimes he’d startle himself with a bad dream, but they weren’t as haunting as the ones that had terrorized him. he was finally able to catch his breath for the first time in his entire life; he was finally able to grieve the person he used to be, the person he could have been, and the person he never could be. it set in motion a lot of things for Oliver and inevitably, it led him to Spencer Reid. it’s amazing how life works like that. even Oliver was left flabbergasted by it. meeting Spencer was a chance encounter he’d never have expected, but one he wasn’t going to regret any time soon. the connection he felt with Spencer was immediate- there was just something about him that sent him reeling back, looking at him with a fresh pair of eyes, like a baby seeing the world for the first time. meeting Spencer reminds him of those soulmate stories he’s read about; like not seeing color until you meet your soulmate, for instance, and for Oliver, it was almost instantaneous. he may not have mentioned it while he was lecturing, but there was a brief moment when Spencer had raised his hand to answer one of Oliver’s questions and Oliver gave pause to look at him and it was like a burst of color expanded into his eyeline. it really was like seeing the world for the very first time; it almost left him gasping for air. fortunately, he was able to steel himself and remain steady, smiling as he called on Spencer and listened as he answered him correctly.

the universe really is bizarre like that, he supposes. sometimes you just don’t expect something to happen and are surprised when it does. Oliver supposes it is true what they say; you don’t go looking for love, you let love find you. and for Oliver, it happened to walk right into his lecture hall and sit in the front row.

he almost has to strain his ears to hear Spencer speak to him, leaning in close to get all the words in. he stares at him in wonder before swallowing a lump in his throat. oh the abyss has him in a chokehold. he knows the darkness well, but it doesn’t scare him as much as it used to. after all of the therapy he’s received and the time he’s had to recover from what he’s done, Oliver has been able to look past the abyss as something as evil, and look at it as something as necessary. you cannot have light without darkness, no matter what anyone says. they’re two sides of the same coin. as unpredictable as the darkness can be, the light can also be unpredictable. sometimes, the light disguises itself as the darkness, and sometimes, the darkness is hiding behind the light, ready to burst into flame at any given moment. it’s not all black and white- Oliver sees it in shades of gray, and he always has. “the darker the night, the brighter the stars,” he murmurs, eyes crinkling slightly. “if we didn’t have the darkness, then we wouldn’t see the beauty that is the moon and the stars. while they’re hidden in the daytime, the nighttime allows the moon and the stars to really shine- we wouldn’t even know they exist if it wasn’t for the night. i don’t see it as black and white. nothing is ever that simple.” he leans close, his breath mingling with Spencer’s, his eyes drifting shut as he breathes him in.

Oliver smiles at the sound of Spencer’s voice, eyes opening to look up at him again. he tilts his head to the side at his words, lips twitching as he chuckles quietly. “don’t worry, i have no intention of ever trying. i think i’m much too comfortable in my life to trade it for something so dangerous. i’m content just being a writer. i can go anywhere i want within the comfort of my own home. what’s better than that?” maybe in another life he’d have been a police officer or something, but after he’d been let down again and again by the police department in this life, he doesn’t see it as a possibility -even if he was legally allowed to own a gun, he still wouldn’t pursue it as a dream. that dream has long since sailed. he’ll keep writing his stories instead. they bring him joy, even if they’re dark and gruesome in their own right. it’s a fun experience for everyone involved- but especially for him who gets to create them with his own mind, something he’d wanted to do for a very long time.

Oliver’s smile softens around the edges as he looks at Spencer. he knows his hot chocolate has gone cold by now- sat forgotten on the table next to him, his attention solely on the man in front of him. he was- what was the word ?? oh, right- twitterpated. he was absolutely twitterpated by this situation, obsessed with the looming connection between them. he wouldn’t ask for anything more than this; a connection so raw and honest that it left him gasping for breath every time he thought about it. he found himself enamored, obsessed, falling head over heels . . . Spencer was the only thing he saw and he knew that as time went on, this obsession would only strengthen, never to falter. something like this is so rare, so uncommon, he was hardly going to let it slip through his fingers. “green . . .” he repeats, licking at his lips as he tastes the word on his tongue. “i guess i never even considered that color for myself. but now that you said it . . . i think you’re more than just one color. you remind me of the setting sun; shades of blues, oranges, and pinks. you’re more than just one color to me- you’re an extravagant sunset, leading into the darkness, but a promise to return again when the night becomes too much to bear. maybe then, by that logic, i suppose you’re both the sunset and the sunrise; an ending and a beginning.”

the magic trick is everything Oliver expected it to be. it brings light to an already beautiful situation, his eyes lighting up in delight as Spencer performs his trick for him. he wasn’t expecting it; the trick he chose, he’s seen it on television before at some point, he’s more than certain that he has, but it’s something special when Spencer performs it just for him. he laughs as Spencer produces the coin from behind his ear, his eyes crinkling in amusement, his laughter genuine and full. he knows he’s loud, because he can see people turning in his direction out of the corner of his eye, but he doesn’t pay them any mind, other than to cover his mouth with his hand to quiet himself down. after he’s done laughing, he giggles and shakes his head. “that was amazing,” he says, full of admiration and astonishment. he’s sure it was a simple trick, but it delighted him nonetheless. it did its duty- it brought him absolute joy. it’s a magical moment that he’s going to cherish for a long time to come. “i think you’re something magical,” he continues, a little out of breath as he smiles up at Spencer, reaching for his hand again and squeezing it between his own. he’s never been one to handle touch so well, but with Spencer, he’s never felt more comfortable. it was like coming home after a long day at work; it was well worth the wait and he knew that no matter the circumstance, he’d always stay right here, waiting for Spencer, just as he has all this time, even if he never knew it.

Oliver feels his cheeks warm at Spencer’s voice, glancing away in embarrassment. he doesn’t know why he feels so embarrassed when it’s something so simple, yet Spencer leaves him blushing like a schoolgirl. it’s not to say that he hates it though; he quite enjoys the feeling Spencer gives him, even if he has no words to describe it. maybe he’ll write a book about it- it wouldn’t be his first attempt at a love story, but he imagines this one would at least lead to a happy ending. he’d like to think that anyway. “i’m more than ready to discover new stories with you,” he says, voice honest, yet shy at the same time, as he glances back at him, biting at his lip in consideration. “so . . . what now, Doctor Reid ?? you ready to whisk me away to your castle ?? i think i’m ready to leave, preferably before we get kicked out for PDA.” he grins a little at that, eyes warm. then, before he can talk himself out of it, he leans forward and presses a chaste kiss to the side of Spencer’s mouth; it’s a quick kiss and he doesn’t give Spencer any time to respond before he pulls back and picks up his hot chocolate ( now cold ) from the table and takes a sip of it. he still has to pick up his things from the hotel room, probably before they decide to clean the room and kick him out, but he doesn’t see why they wouldn’t be able to do that on the way. he places his now empty cup of hot chocolate on the table and smiles. “your move, Romeo.”

[xixovart]

“no seriously who did you choose?”

“i chose you”

grover and percy are the platonic soulmates. in the most literal sense possible. i mean, literally nobody in the world, including their respective girlfriends, will ever know grover and percy as well as they know each other. and not just because of their empathy link.

grover was the person who was there for percy the most. he helped percy transition from the mortal world into the greek one. he supported percy in tlt when sally was thought to be dead. grover was percy’s first friend. ever. it’s not fair how people keep forgetting that. grover saved percy’s life.

percy literally did NOT hesitate to save grover when he was kidnapped by polyphemus. percy tried his hardest to be there for grover while grover fulfilled his dreams of finding pan. percy and grover travelled through most of the labyrinth together. grover is the foundation of percy’s best traits. percy saved grover’s life.

there is no other friendship in any of riordan’s books that can compare to grover and percy’s. they’re platonic soulmates. there’s no one like them.

[hinamie]

"I'll show you every day that choosing to live was worth it"

some of my favourite scenes from @hijinks-n-lowjinks' fic things i would miss from the other side . this fic tore my heart out fr but like in a good way and i wanted to pay it homage the only way i know how <3

[blossoms-phan]

do u think they knew

it was gonna be forever

[foxstens]

kevin getting angry at neil for not taking his health seriously and telling neil to run then promising to teach him every night and keeping neil's binder safe without looking what's in it and calling wymack to make sure neil is okay after winter break and offering to talk about riko if neil wanted to

[tatakaeeren]

Gojo and Geto | Jujutsu Kaisen Ending

[dragonflyarou]

I'm crying I love them so much, I want them and Leshy to kiss and get married soon I can't wait any longer omg omg *shaking and crying and screaming*

coping with teen angst by drawing leshycat

[livelovecaliforniadreams]