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wildwood-faun · 3 months ago
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According to Swedish folklore, if you have an encounter with the Other Crowd, you're supposed to sleep on it before you tell anyone. Well, I've slept on this for seven months now.
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dimeadozencows · 4 months ago
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My personal understanding of the situation
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hoofpeet · 1 month ago
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WOMEN 💥💥💥❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗
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pangur-and-grim · 7 months ago
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oh, my beloved croissant.....
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kettlefire · 2 months ago
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Muscle Memory (DpxDc)
Jason barely remembered getting back to his safe house or even finding his way to bed. The night had been so tiring, so busy, and so many parts of his body hurt.
The moment his head hit the pillow, he was out like a light. Drifting off into dreamland for some much need sleep.
That was until a noise stirred him up from his sleep. It was a soft creak of one of his many loose floorboards.
It was in a flash that Jason was up, eyes still heavy with sleep, and a gun held to his thigh as he exited his bedroom. The soft light coming from his bathroom was the first hint.
When he pushed open the bathroom door, the sight before him had him holstering his weapon. Black hair, blue eyes, and blood. That's all Jason needed to see.
Jason would swear he wasn't still half asleep, that he knew this wasn't one of his brothers. In reality, still sluggish from a hard night and sleep deprivation, Jasin's brain had automatically assumed it was one of his baby brothers.
As he immediately settled into patching up the wounds, holding back questions for now. It wouldn't be the first time one of them came to him for aid when they didn't want Bruce to know they were hurt yet.
It was pure muscle memory as Jason worked. Yes, he didn't like the injuries, reminding himself to ask which rogue did this in the morning.
Now wasn't the time for an interrogation. Not with the barely concealed tears in those eyes, or the dark bags that decorated beneath them.
He barely grumbled for the teen to take the couch, reminding that there were extra blankets in the hallway closet. Dropping a few pills into the boy's hand to help with the pain he was surely in.
Jason left the mess in the bathroom, leaving it a problem for more awake him. He waved the boy off when he tried to speak, telling him they'll talk in the morning.
In the end, Jason was glad to finally face plant back into his bed. Barely bothering to curl up under the covers before sleep took over once again.
When morning came, Jason almost forgot about letting one of his brother's crash in his place. Stumbling out of his bedroom to immediately notice the lump on his couch.
He put a pot of coffee on, grabbing his phone, ready to let Bruce know that whoever came to him last night was safe and sound.
Except, when Jason moved over to confirm who it was, he finally noticed. This wasn't one of his brothers. And last he heard, Bruce hadn't taken in any new strays.
Jason stood over the sleeping boy, phone in one hand, and mind figuring out what to do. His mind replaying the half-asleep memories from last night.
It made sense, now that he thought about it. The boy had seemed so scared, so surprised that Jason was helping. The boy hadn't done anything either by the looks of it.
He didn't seem to have taken anything or even snooped. The boy seemed to have just crashed on the couch like Jason had told him to. He didn't come here to rob him or cause trouble. The kid had broken into his safe house only to raid his first aid kit.
The kid had broken into his safe house only to raid his first aid kit.
Well, Jason wasn't about to put Alfred's teachings to shame by being a horrible host either.
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mintaii · 8 months ago
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you bewitched me
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christiansinglebabes · 8 months ago
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The tags on this post where too funny I had to make it a reality
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rosekasa · 1 year ago
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contrary to popular belief i think a ladybug dakimakura would he where chat draws the line. yes he can have a shrine for her in his bedroom but a daki feels inappropriate.
so obviously ladybug responds to this discomfort by personally designing and gifting him the most outrageous ladybug dakimakura. and like. what is he meant to do. it's a gift from his lady. he accepts it but he refuses to make eye contact with it ever.
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nidbaesenpai · 28 days ago
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two mimir
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rika-mortis · 8 months ago
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Bonus:
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hinamie · 9 months ago
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I don't want to regret the way I lived
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maxbegone · 3 months ago
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*I explicitly did not go one-for-one with what is considered the top ten best ‘70s rock songs
**bohemian rhapsody is not included in this poll because this is tumblr and we all know it would win
1980s version
1990s version
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isatohlee · 8 months ago
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He deserves to sleep comfortably in his mother’s arms after all he’s gone through
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suntails · 17 days ago
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touch the spindle, touch it i say!
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keii · 1 month ago
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Xavier's sleeper build
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reader-from-nowhere · 1 month ago
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Better luck next time!
Death loop au by @keferon :3
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