#Platonic Posting

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

holding hands platonically. reblog if you agree

[dailydamijon]

Day seventeen of daily damijon

Dark Crisis: The Dark Army (2023)

an underrated moment between these two…

[olliegolliegee]

i need my head in someone's lap rn

[seaside-lovers]

Am I done for, chat?

Meowdas + Skye are platonic. 1 Ball is romantic.

[chaoticbuggybitchboy]

Yap session scheduled I get to tell him and my friends all about my work and my job and this is SO RAINBOW!!

[femceltuliotrivino]

she really is like a niece to me. id love to hang out with her and be her cool beer aunt, give her advice, stuff like that. i don’t care if im younger than her irl shes my baby niece and i love her and i want her to be happy and safe.

[aromantisk-fagforening]

wait. this is better actually

like this is actually healthy

"I won't need you anymore" (positive).

no toxic "never leave". Just a "glad to know you", and "I can leave, maybe I will, maybe I won't, but it'll be fine"

[robyn-i-guess]

liking someone platonically is so embarrassing like. yeah i admire you. yeah i think about you all the time. yeah i look forward to every time i see you even if it's only for a minute. yeah it's all platonic and yeah i couldn't explain this because it'd sound romantic. fucking hell

[bigbysgentlehand]

posting guardians + hats as hansumfella clips because funny, warning for nsfw humour

quill: when i lost my virginity for the first time, i bought, like, 75 condoms, 'cause i was like, "um, yeah, this is gonna be happening all the time"

quill: and then i- i didn't use any of them

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hats: whatever you do don't google "guys kissing hot guys kissing all over"

hats: it's gonna be awesome

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drax: oh you had gay sex instead of going to church?

drax: well, that's not even a little bit close to the same thing

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quill: i don't know what avatar the last airbender has to do with astrology, but for some reason, there's elements

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gamora: we've gotta eliminate charlie puth

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quill: my mother is not alive

rocket: alright, well, may she rest in peace

rocket: in the aaaaarms oooooof-

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rocket: explode the vehicle?

[presses button, vehicle explodes]

rocket: that did about exactly what i thought it would do

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quill: opinions on women's suffrage?

drax: i don't think women should have to suffer

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quill: if you're on your period, can you go in the ocean?

quill: what about shark attacks?

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quill: when i was a kid, at communion, they'd always be like, "this is the body of christ"

quill: that is a cracker

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rocket: do you like taking backshots

quill: dude i'm talking about my moms funeral right now

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drax: confess your crush right now, what's the worst he could say?

drax: that he hates looking at your stupid face and why would you ever ask him?

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quill: someone from the ravagers was like, "is he gay and autistic?"

quill: i'm only one, y'know, you gotta figure it out for yourself

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rocket: how often do you get laid?

hats: about every time me and your mom hang out, so, i mean-

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drax: i would only hire a prostitute to support the business, i would never act on anything

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gamora: what did you want to be when you were a kid?

quill: loved. i wanted to be loved.

quill: nahh i wanted to be an astronaut

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hats: thoughts on reed and susan's break up?

rocket: who the flark are those people

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hats: what are you looking for in a boyfriend?

quill: um, i like girls, sooo

quill: but if i was looking for a boyfriend-

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quill: i'm no boob expert but-

quill: oh who am i kidding, yes i am

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hats: why does my laptop sound like it's about to blow up?

rocket: well it is, i put a bomb in there, so

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quill: i'm severely afraid of women what do i do

drax: go for the men!

drax: a little gay action

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gamora: if you're really good at dancing, that's embarrassing

gamora: grow up, dude

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hats: how does somebody become a dentist

hats: like, "my passion is the mouth"

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rocket: i'm gonna say this one time and one time only

rocket: i don't give a flark about the roman empire

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quill: i don't know shit about politics, but, i do know this

quill:

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hats: why is he lowkey fine in like a weird as fuck weird way

quill: what!!!

quill: just take the last part of that sentence off

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quill: when it's time to leave a restaurant and i'm like

quill: "you guys ready to rock and roll?"

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hats: reddit son or snapchat daughter

rocket: is abortion an option?

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quill: the rumours are true, i am goated with the sauce

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hats: that's the kind of vibe i bring to the function

hats: is. existential crisis.

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rocket: let me out of the basement

the collector: what are you doing, typing into my chat?

the collector: you aren't supposed to have phone access

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quill: it's always, y'know, "can you do the thug shaker", not "how was your day"

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hats: say "i like coconut" but replace coconut with penis

drax: ...

drax: that's pretty clever

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gamora: i'm 6'7"

gamora: and that's real, and you can't verify it

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nova corps: what state're you in?

quill: denial.

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quill: don't get mad at me, i'm just a teenager

quill: i'm just a 35 year old teenager

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hats: they don't teach that in history class, but the founding fathers were gay

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quill: i think this shirt shrank in the wash- look at this

quill:

quill: i guess it kinda makes me look, like, jacked as hell

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rocket: you hit one old lady once, and suddenly you're a bad driver

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rocket: i'm not gonna beat the dead horse off, or whatever the expression is

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hats: opinion on child labour?

rockets: it's bad

rocket: unless the clothes look cool-

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rocket: why the flark do you have boobs?

hats: um..? because it's awesome?

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hats: you guys need to stop talking about my limp wrists, okay?

hats: they're not that limp

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quill: according to the free online autism test that i took, i don't have autism

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quill: i think we should ban! all! breast reductions!

quill: who's with me?!

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quill: if you pull up next to me at the urinal, i'm taking a peek

quill: those are just the rules

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rocket: sorry about your "depression" or whatever but not me

[celestiachan]

the like button is heart shaped because i press it to let you know that i love you

[bluemoonbun]

Rotating an idea in my head;

Imagine a neglected!Reader who did everything in an attempt to impress their family.

Who got amazing grades and got into high school at age 11.

Who was "a savant beyond their years" and "talented beyond what their age group could be taught".

Skills came easy to them. Give them a year and some encouragement and before you know it they'll have mastered whatever it was.

It wasn't like they could leave the house and hang out with friends. Bruce said that was off the table. It got quiet so often in the manor.

But it wasn't enough

Until someone saw the potential that Batman was just leaving there. Like he wanted someone to just... scoop them up and tutor them.

Their friends and allies and even a few enemies saw the potential. They all agreed to teach them their greatest skill. In a year they've mastered all of them, even surpassing some of them.

Any drug they were developing was improved beyond anything they could've imagined.

Weapons fashioned to fit them far surpassed anything, even the best on the black market.

The Rogue Gallery was beyond impressed.

And Reader was on Cloud Nine with all the attention it was earning them. Head pats, praise, treats. It was more than anything they could've asked for. And even if they didn't have a new invention at the end of the week, so many were willing to just hang out. Without prompting! No "Go bother Alfred" or "I'm busy" or "Another time, chickadee".

Harley had to be reminded that a 12 year old had no business around hyenas, even if Budsie and Louie were on their best behavior. Harley settled for watching old magical girl animes with you.

Luckily, Poison Ivy knew not to bring you around her poisonous plants. Though she did spend a concerning time teaching you exactly what plants were poisonous and how they were poisonous.

Bane taught you everything he knew, from throwing a punch, to how to scare someone off. Granted, a 12 year old, with so much of their baby fat in their cheeks, and wrists as thick as Bane's thumb, looked like a Ragdoll kitten copying a Bengal tiger. He played chess with you too, and he said that given your role in advising, a knight or a bishop would fit you best.

Bane was your favorite. He'd smush your face (gently, you were so tiny he was scared of breaking you), lift you up, even do pushups and pull ups with you on his back.

When Bane told you how he'd saved Alfred once during a collapse of Arkham Asylum, only to be incapacitated once Alfred was "done" with him, it made your blood boil.

As you learned all of their stories, learned the human in all of them, you knew that you were saved from a family with rotten blood. You'd spend your life repaying them, even if they never asked.

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Eventually, you decide to follow them into battle. You're kept up and away from the bulk of the battle. This time, it was Joker vs the Batfamily. Tim was unable to track what he'd been trying to do past a few errant clues. It was clear that the Rouge Gallery had a new villain.

You were given direct instructions to watch yourself; Joker wouldn't care enough to tear his eyes off Batman. You already knew that; Harley had spent 3 days trying to convince you to reschedule with someone else, but you told her you wanted Joker, not someone who'd be tempted to glance back and give away your hiding space.

Jason was the one that saw you. You were dressed in a costume that resembled a bishop chess piece with a split full face mask, perched atop a van far from the actual battle. His old scars with Joker made him hesitate, but you looked like a definite person of interest, and everyone else was indisposed.

He ran over, firing rubber bullets as you dodged, eventually tripping and falling off the van. Why were you so small? Jason picked you up, grip just loose enough so you could breathe.

You reached up, pulling your mask off. Jason blanched as he saw your face, soft around the edges and wide eyed.

Bruce told him that he'd stayed away to protect you from the vigilante life. You were the one person who hadn't pushed to join them, so he never told you about missions to avoid any ideas of joining. Jason followed suit, and so did the others. Their lives were busy enough anyways, and you had Alfred when he didn't have something more important to do.

He may have brushed you off more than absolutely necessary, but he wasn't in the right headspace then! You had already grown so much and all he'd wanted by then was vengeance on Batman. You couldn't blame him for keeping his distance at that point. He was protecting you.

But here you were, pinned by the throat by your own brother. Your protector. He released you, taking a step back. He glanced around for an opening, seeing a small alleyway. He gestured over his shoulder for you to follow. "C'mon kid. I'll get you back home and I won't even tell Bruce you snuck out, 'k?"

Suddenly, he felt a prick in his back, shortly followed by a burning itch and ice cold pain. He fell to the ground, trying to reach the spot you pricked.

"Miss Ivy said these were dangerous. Her own home blend. It's a diluted version, so you'll be fine in a few days, Todd" said the much too calm voice above him. He was struggling to breathe around the writhing mass of pain, looking up at you between blinks of tears.

He couldn't scream, he could barely breathe. He could die here and the family wouldn't know until the dust settled.

"It won't kill you, and from the looks of it, they'll be coming to pick you up soon."

"Aren't we family?" He chokes out between gasps. He felt so lost. You were his baby sibling, the tiny thing that'd wander the halls, holding an old chess board as you asked your cool big brother to play with you. The person he kept away from to protect. How could you repay him like this?

Hadn't he done so much for you?

You look at him from the boot of the van. When had you gotten so far away? Your voice is quiet, but it's heard, if barely, over the revving of the engine as Joker's minions prepare to drive away, and the screaming of his name as the rest of the family approaches.

"Were we? I never thought you wanted a baby sibling like me."

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The Batfamily took him home and patched him up. The new tech, like all other recent inventions brought in, were so advanced they bordered on state of the art. Even Tim was struggling to decode any of them, with all the kill-switches that seemed to recognize when it wasn't hooked up to the original computer and bricked themselves.

Jason had recovered, like you said, in a few days. Capable of breathing easily in 2 days, regularly needing to be sedated before then, and sitting up without pain by day 5.

The Batfamily had asked him by day 4 about the masked person they had seen next to him. Jason was detached from himself. That face, those eyes. They held no warmth for him, no pity for him while he was writhing in agony at their feet. Like he was less than a stranger.

Like he was less than human in their eyes.

Your name fell off his tongue like lead, slamming against the ground as everyone fell into silence.

"It was them. They gave me that injection. Their face, I-"

"Todd, did the injection give you hallucinations? There was no way that they'd accomplish something like that." Damian raised his brow, checking the chart to make sure the bulk was out of his system.

"I know what I saw. They hadn't even injected me when I saw their face."

"That's impossible, Jay! Look, I'll go to their room and get them right now. They'll probably be pretty cranky since it's, what, 4am?" Dick's footsteps disappeared down the hall.

After a few minutes, Dick came running back, looking at Jason with a mix of shock, horror, and confusion.

Two words.

Two words that finally made them look at you.

Two words that made them realized what they'd missed.

Two words that made them connect the inventions that almost got them killed to the darling child they'd convinced themselves they were protecting with cold shoulders and smothering silence.

Two words that made them refocus their sights on bringing you back.

"They're gone."

[dailydamijon]

Day three of daily damijon.

Challenge of the Super Sons (2020) Issue #1

[neo--queen--serenity]

When the Wizard, grasping for straws to get Elphaba on board, reaches around for Glinda, hauls her forward, and awkwardly declares, “you can even bring your…friend…” in a last ditch effort to win her over?? Like queer subtext or no, that man 1000% assumed they were already dating.

[altschmerzes]

i for one plan to be more insane about platonic relationships in 2025

[lazylittledragon]

if i had a nickel for every au spawned from twitter that i SWORE i was going to be normal about