#WHY DIDN’T I THINK OF THAT

[crazerk]

Will a Kaz in love with MC pen and recite poems for them (Muhibbi style) 🙈

Omg now he will. That’s so adorable. 💕

Imagine him writing a verse about Mcs eyes and sketching a picture as his councilors advise him on matters of the state. They’re like are you paying attention??? And he’s wondering what rhymes with gorgeous.

[raddestrose]

WAIT!!!

People are downloading Voltron onto their computers and google drive?

That’s GENIUS

[starrclown]

Was reading a fic and saw the idea Bai He and Wukong CANT dye the white streaks in there hair resulting in them thinking about LBD forever and oh my gosh that’s so good.

[celestialboundx]

another one by my friend

[mpsansy]

Most monsters believe that the Balance is the simple balance of power and dominance between humans and monsters.

But this is merely part of the bigger picture. Rather, it is the Balance of Everything - Nature, Time and Space, Life and Death, Good and Evil, Light and Darkness, even Reality itself.

To protect and maintain such a Balance is no easy feat, and is a great burden to bear, especially when there are forces that could and would tip it in their favor, at the expense of others.

But is a task that Kibosh takes with utmost seriousness. Anyone or anything who threatens the Balance is a threat to be dealt with without hesitation or mercy.

(Ooh, this is some tasty work wait a moment)

It’s easy to see that word in its simplest form.

So easy.

Because no one knows it holds a greater meaning than what it lets on.

But to have its fullest context presented to you here is something astounding. Doesn’t really sound like a fun job, but when has any job been such a way?

Never.

Not once throughout all of existence. It’s a prison in of itself that is unforgiving, yet this is where Kibosh remains. Keeping the Balance not out of the sheer kindness of his heart, no. It’s an obligation that must be taken seriously. This is the position he’s held for such a long time. I doubt any soul can do a better job than he has.

This is not to brag, it is a simple fact.

No one would know what to do if they took his place. The complexities of such concepts are not so clear either. You’d need to have a completely open mind. But even then, you still wouldn’t achieve the level he’s set.

[toovaeloe]

me vs the guy on Reddit who came to a conclusion a year before me

9pm CST

don’t be late

[mousegirlpodcast]

I can't stop chuckling since seeing that poll, enjoy literally never cumming again lmfao

…can I post bail????

[are-we-really-doing-this]

Abadon is the only one who has this House Rules shit figured out

[hitherrocket]

The answer to my problem was lotion. Apparently my skin was too dry.

[queerest-monster-luver]

I think I’m funny and poetic and then I log into tumblr.

[halogenerically]

Why couldn't pie have just...

they really didn't take advantage of pies squiggly arms enough

[cursedbanalities]

Lately, life has felt like my upstairs neighbors. Every time I try to relax, or enjoy a little bit of quiet, dare I even say peace, it’s interrupted by the loud and obtuse.

✨Self-centeredness is what makes the world go ‘round, I suppose!✨

[dokjas-lostselfpreservation]

so, when are you going to write a fic ☺

don't leave me after giving such a mindblowing angsty plotline :)

Apparently, you are living in a time loop. Also apparently, you are the only person on Earth who DOESN'T remember the previous iterations. This is the first time you've experienced today; the rest of humanity has been stuck reliving today for years now.

[noodles-and-tea]

💫⭐️✨🌟

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF movie Mike thinks Michael is dumb as hell

[prlssprfctn]

In his new room - in his new house - Jason searches up for a circus performances and stares at them for hours. First, he watches at them mindlessly, unconsciously curious, and then, he starts to take notes.

He is a street kid, and everything about him screams of that. So, he is nowhere near the grace of these performers on the screen. His arms are not that strong, too, but he is agile, and his legs are much stronger - he can think of something.

He can be just as good as the boy he is replacing.

It is not like someone tells him to match Richard Grayson, and it is not like someone admits that Jason is here to replace the first Wonder Boy, but Jason heard Bruce's conversation with Dick earlier. It was meant not for his ears, but it doesn't matter now.

"So, now what, you exile me, and bring a boy to replace me?!"

Jason is not mad. All of it ‐ adoption papers, the manor, the school - is much more than he ever thought he would get in his life. Being replacement doesn't sound as bad anyway; especially, if his brother is so cool.

So, he makes notes on circus performances and slightly chopes his hair. They are much curlier than Dick's - he has more of a wavy ones, and the only ever look that way, when they get long; his childhood photos with short hair looks too straight - but the cut does its magic.

The next day, Bruce compliments his hair absentmindedly and is positively surprised by his new moves on the patrol, asking where he learnt it from. Jason lies about not remembering, but his cheeks are flashed, and his smile is all about teeth. He can't wait to show it to Dick once they finally get on a mission together.

Expect, when they do, Dick just nods and mutters a light-hearted "good job" before leaving to talk with his team. And Jason knows Dick doesn't want to be mean - he gets it; no one feels good about having a replacement, especially the one that seems so cheap in comparison - but he still cries that night in his pillow, feeling himself a little kid, even if he isn't one. Even if he never was.

Jason wonders if his own replacement would make him understand Dick.

But Jason never gets replaced.

No matter the taunting voice of the Lazarus Pit in the back of his head - that sometimes sounds suspiciously like Talia's; you remain unavenged and replaced - and his own intrusive thoughts that spiral in uneven lines, Jason doesn't think Tim was ever meant to be his replacement. Being replaced means to match the person that was meant to be left behind. And no one asked Tim to be like Jason.

If anything, memory of Jason was thrown under the rag, hidden and locked securely in heads of those who survived. And if they brought Jason up, then it was always an example of what Robin shouldn't do: run away, disobey, and allow emotions to consume you. So, not much of an exemplary original. More like an opposite.

Jason feels an urge to explain that to Tim once; when they sit together on the rooftop, almost like a proper family, instead of broken pieces of someone's idea of a one.

'You could never replace me,' he says, and the instant it leaves his mouth, he knows it came out wrong.

Tim rolls his eyes.

'Yeah, dude. Whatever.'

'No, I mean—' He grits his teeth, scrapping slightly the back of his hand. 'I mean... You could never replace me, because... Because you were always better.'

Tim freezes. His big blue eyes shift in something more confused, and it is almost as if he is not sure how he needs to react — to protest? To agree? To thank him?

Jason doesn't know what to do, too.

He wants to say: it is easy as that, babybird. They wanted to have someone who would have nothing in common with me — someone who could help them to forget about my existence, about the existence of the failed Robin.

But he can't make himself speak again. And he is not sure he wants to stay any longer to hear Tin manging to put his thoughts in the words; he is better than him at this, too, and he almost always sounds convincing.

So, he leaves.

In his room - in the building he owns now - he ruffles his outgrown hair, fluffs up the white streak, and passes by his only remaining photo with Bruce in the frame, on the shelf under the stolen tire.

He still does this semi-circus move in his fights - almost frozen in the air, with his back arched - but he doesn't expect anyone to compliment him anymore.