#and I’m just constantly pissed about it

[jscrawls]

Widows rest

My take on a Black widow! Reader x Batman and Batfam but with a slight twist, reader doesn't know the Bats but they seem to know them...

Warning: contains avengers infinity war spoilers, black widow spoilers, mentions of injury, poor writing, ooc writing,

Part 18: turning point

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The police come to the manor the next morning to question you about the incident, one of them was in the garage looking over the car while another officer sits with you in the foyer with a notepad and pen like this was the forties, how quaint.

Thankfully for your sanity they don't seem to judge you much as you recount the incident in a clinical voice, after just a few moments Bruce joined you on the couch and throws an arm around your shoulder and silently sets his hand on your leg. you nearly rolled you eyes but bit your tongue for the time being.

sure he's no longer a stranger to you, but it pisses you off how he acts like he's concerned and supportive when there's other people around after the way things went last night. you have to wonder if it’s for your sake or his image sake.

He remained pretty much silent, only chiming in to tell the officer he can get camera footage sent to them to show when exactly you and Damian left and returned, the hand resting on your arm tightened near enough to bruise during certain parts of the questioning, his nails dug into your skin when you went into detail about the gun against your head and the threats against the boy. he only relaxed his grip on you when the topic changed to questions about whether you knew the man or not, whether you believed the attack was connected to your concussion, etc.

As soon as the officers leave so do you, you shrug off Bruce as soon as he attempts to speak to you and trot to your room. You don't care how childish it comes off as, you're still pissed and you know you’ll restart things if he pushes you right now.

You hardly speak to anyone for days after that, suddenly you're no longer to be found in the library or going on walks around the property edges, you stay in your room and push yourself to train to the point of incapability and then go down to the kitchens to feed yourself and repeat the cycle, it’s terribly unhealthy and you’re well aware of that, but you’d rather hurt your body while building yourself up into something useful rather than hurt what little rapport you have left with the waynes.

And that's just how things stay, Bruce avoids you after you shrugged him off and Alfred only makes half-hearted attempts to engage with you, finding excuses such as needing to clean your room or insisting on bringing you tea. The kids must know what's going on because they awkwardly avoid you, Duke constantly stumbles over his words when you walk by and leaves the room if you run into him in the kitchen, Cass stares at you silently from corners and nooks, never directly engaging with you. you haven't even seen Tim once in days, it's like he just up and removed himself from the home. Seems the only one not totally pissy is the youngest…

“can we talk?….” his knuckles rap in the door as he let's himself right in, clearly not caring to wait for an answer first.

You sit up from where you'd been doing pushups to frown at the kid, your shirt sticks to your skin from sweat and you're sure you look like a royal mess at the moment. “….i’m a little tired, damian.”

He rolls his eyes at you and drops down on your bed with a loud thump, mossy eyes scrutinizing your form while you cap a water bottle and chug half of it in one go.

“no you’re not, i just….wanted to talk.” his voice loses bravado part way through and he looks away while awkwardly fiddling with the bedding, picking at random strings like they're so very interesting. You sigh as you set the bottle down and wrap your arms around your knees. “….okay, what’s up kiddo.”

For a moment he's quiet, fidgeting in place as he tried to gather himself into his usual snarky form, you look around the room to avoid silently staring the kid down and make him more uncomfortable.

“i wanted to…. apologize….for what happened.” Damian looks uncharacteristically out of his element, that almost sounded painful for him to choke out judging by the wince of his lips like he sucked on a lemon.

With a sigh you roll to your feet and stretch your arms above your head, muscles aching something fierce in protest to your overdoing it. “what happened in the city isn’t your fault, you're not responsible for anyone else's wrong doings, kiddo.”

Damian just loosely crosses his arms over his chest while looking up at you, his expression hard to read. But you'd like to think you've got a decent read on the kid by now, his body language screams unhappiness.

“i forced you to go out, you and father are fighting because i disobeyed his orders.” his tone drops to something more sullen, your gut twists at the way he refers to Bruce's rules as ‘orders’, it doesn't sit right with you, too painfully familiar. Your own childhood ‘orders’ echoes through your mind and you quickly dig your nails into your palm to distract yourself, the pain is grounding, familiar like a family friend.

The mattress squeaks under your weight when you drop down beside him, your hands awkwardly clenching in your lap before you do something insanely out of character like trying to comfort the boy. hopefully he doesn't get grossed out by your sweaty form.

“look, i won’t lie to you or sugarcoat things, we shouldn’t have gone out without telling bruce or alfred, you’re smart enough to see that. but anything between me and bruce is just that, between me and him. things are….difficult right now, a disagreement was bound to happen no matter the cause.”

Your gentle voice doesn't seem to put the kid at ease, he turns towards you with a pouty scowl on his face as he practically bristles like a cat.

“that doesn’t change things, i almost got you killed again.” he gestures at your head while speaking, you're suddenly reminded of the fact that Damian was also there when the concussion happened, how many times has he watched his parent figure narrowly avoid death?

“….damian, you’re not responsible for me. in any way, shape or form. i’m an adult, you’re a child. you’re supposed to do….child things, i don’t know. The point is that anything that happens to me isn't your fault. Neither you or Bruce are my guard dogs.”

Damian swallows audibly and looks away from you, his eyes again downcast as he starts pulling on a loose thread on one of the pillow cases.

His voice is heavy when he speaks again, refusing to meet your gaze as he all but whispers. “….i wish you remembered.”

Something about that makes your intuition prickle, you don't know if it's the heaviness in his voice or the way Damian seems to suddenly look worn, more like a soldier than a child.

You don't like the way it makes your skin crawl, your chest heavy like there's cement behind your ribs. “…remember what?”

Damian looks up and opens his mouth to speak, them slowly closes it.

“….. Never mind…. You…you were really cool, how you beat that guy up….”

You know it's a deflection, and the way he's looking at you you know he knows you know. But you're not gonna push the boy. So instead you just mess up his hair in an annoying way.

“…don’t mention it…”

There's a lot of unspoken words hanging in the air, you know he's holding something back, something that's hurting him, and for a moment you think of spilling your own demons, to tell him you're not who he thinks you are, this isn't a mission after all, you don't have any goals here, you have no reason to keep pretending except your own cowardly desire to sweep your real self under the rug. Pretend you're almost something half good. yet it doesn't come out, maybe one day it'll rot you from the inside out until someone sees the real you gaping from between the cracks. Until then both of your jaws remain stubbornly clenched.

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Nightwing squats on the ledge of the warehouse roof as he peers through the skylight, positioning himself just right so he doesn't cast a shadow into the building. watching the wannabe Mafia punks sort through various stolen goods on top of the wooden crates and old tables.

It's almost funny how clueless they are to being watched, thanks to these people batman's benched and the GCPD is scrambling for more manpower with the increasing attacks, luckily none so bad as the first night but it's clear what they're doing. Establishing presence. Nightwings gloved hands tighten around his eskrima sticks as a few of them laugh loud enough over something to be heard from his position.

“How many we looking at?” A mechanical voice hums from behind, Nightwing doesn't have to look to know red hood's stalking up to him.

“Looks like two, maybe three dozen, could be more coming with how quickly they're cracking boxes open. Like they're expecting more product to sort through.” Nightwing replies quietly, not taking his eyes off the thugs.

He feels a hand briefly land on his shoulder as red hood kneels by him, also trying to avoid casting a shadow in the minimal moonlight peering through the clouds.

“sounds like a party, already tagged the getaway cars?” Wordlessly Nightwing taps his com twice, Oracle chimes in red hoods ear to answer his question.

“tagged and plates all already ran, we'll have a full list of every registration within an hour.” Red Hood hears her loudly sipping on something in his com and snorts in amusement, focusing back on the men inside. “Penguins?”

Nightwing shakes his head, leaning closer to the glass to keep an eye on a man moving out of sight. “someone new, still trying to pin down the head.” Red Hood sharply turns his head to look at him, Nightwing can guess at his expression under the helmet.

“they're operating in penguins usual territory? This'll go to shit quickly once word gets out…” he groans quietly and rubs the back of his neck, he pulls his Glock out and starts checking and rechecking his ammo, pulling his extra mags out and checking those too.

“…so…. We gonna talk about the elephant in the room?” Nightwing murmurs without looking away from the men, though he doesn't miss how red Hood throws his head back and sighs.

“your ass, or the little spat B and operater had?” Oracle's voice crackles in both their ears, Nightwing snorts while red Hood sighs again. “Can you not talk about asses right now, I'd like to keep my appetite thanks.”

Nightwing playfully elbows him, snickering quietly at his reaction. “You're such a child, man. You'll get the talk from Bruce eventually.”

Oracle also giggles in both their ears, taking another obnoxiously loud sip of whatever it is she's drinking. “Someone's gotta break the ice around here.”

“I'm not talking about someone else's marriage issues.” Red Hood huffs, stubbornly checking his weapons one more time before watching the thugs below them again.

“Well too bad, I am. Operater looked ready to put themselves in jail and B nearly burst a blood vessel when he found out, you should see the clips I put together from the parking lot cams.”

“I don't blame them, B’s way over reacting and being a smothering jackass.” Red Hood replies tensely.

“He's not being smothering.” Nightwing rolls his eyes and corrects himself when both Oracle and Red hood scoff loudly. “Okay he's a little smothering, but it's more like….thin blanket smothering than heavy pillow smothering though. He's smothering with love and concern.”

“meat rider.” Red hood mutters under his breath, Nightwing elbows him in offense. “Shut it, how else is he supposed to respond to the near public execution?”

“you and I both know that if someone pointed a gun at the little demon B would do the same thing, it's like he forgets that people outside of costumes can do more than freak out. Plus he's so goddamn weird around them now.” Red hood scowls under his helmet, do they need to have this discussion here?

Oracle clears her throat quietly. “Well…I agree with that sentiment…but…” her voice takes on a hesitant edge, both Nightwing and red Hood glance at each other in confusion.

“…but…?” Nightwing presses on. “…but, I think we can agree that mentally torturing someone in a parking lot is just a bit extreme right?” At both their silence she continues. “you saw the clips from red Robin right? You'd think they'd just leave as soon as the threat was incapacitated, not shove a gun down their throat while literally interrogating them.”

Nightwing hesitantly speaks up, “I mean, obviously yeah. But they recently survived something traumatic, take it from the guy who's been in their shoes, it can fuck up your entire response system.”

“Night, a coma doesn't teach you how to successfully crack my programs and rip them out of hardware by the roots. A coma doesn't make you try to stab people or beat someone half to death. Whatever's going on with them isn't normal and we're trying to figure out where it's coming-” red Hood interrupts Oracle before she can continue. “Hang on, you're telling me you think they're what, a body double? An alien spy? You letting the old man's paranoia get to you now Oracle?” “…I'm just checking all our bases, B and red robins doing it too, It's precautionary.”

Nightwing grabs red hoods shoulder before he can react, putting his finger to his lips before gesturing down below them. “Don't lose focus.” His voice is nearly a hiss, squeezing his shoulder once before letting him go.

“…you're the one who's been going off about B lately, now you're spying on operater for him?” red Hood grumbles as he shifts, moving away from the glass to peer over the edge of the building when he hears the rumble of an engine in the distance.

“Unknown vehicle, quarter mile away. Traffic cam shows an old fire truck heading your way. Now don't call it spying, that makes it sound creepy.” Oracle's voice echoes slightly as they hear her shuffling through the ear pieces, probably adjusting her headset.

“I've got eyes on it, I'll call it what it is Oracle. You're butthurt about the hacking fail so you're going to extremes on them.” Red hood mumbles, ducking down as the truck slowly pulls up to the warehouse.

“As if you're not constantly butthurt about something, weren't you pissy for a week because they didn't pick your movie?”

“like they've ever favored the godfather over Lord of the rings, I know once they watch it they'll obviously see the superior choice.” red hood huffs exasperatedly, clearly still bitter.

nightwing holds a hand up, red hood shuffles back to his side to peer down at the men, he watches them all shuffle towards the entrance just as the firetruck parks in the alley beside the building. “more goons, great.” red hood sighs out sarcastically.

“another eight, looks to be armed. got the deets on the truck oracle?” nightwing hums, starting to do some light stretches as he gets ready.

“you know i’m on it….hmm, stolen from a collector last month. they’ve got somewhere they’re hiding stolen cars?” oracle replies, tapping coming through the mic as she switches between different monitors.

“….so are we gonna ignore red pouting?” nightwing says playfully, he snickers when red hood elbows him roughly and moves away from him to get into position. “shut your whore mouth, dickhead. i’m taking lead.” red hood rolls his eyes under his helmet when he hears two voices snickering at him.

nightwing holds his hands up when he gets a sharp look, trying to wipe the smirk off his face as he rolls his neck and shoulders. “alright, alright. it’s officially dropped…until this is done. take your spotlight red.”

red hood sighs exasperatedly as he stands, after a moment of silence he kicks through the glass and jumps into the building while multiple people yell in surprise.

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A/n: this is kinda giving filler chapter to me, sorry y'all 😔 the next one is much more interesting tho 👀👀

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[snowluvvie]

moonshine!reader w whiskey???? 👂

ur gonna regret asking like genuinely i’m frothing to talk about it HERE WE GOOOOOO

₊˚⊹ ♡. MDNI 18+

Whiskey keeps her man happy!! she does what she needs to do, she sucks dick craaazy and giggles and agrees with her man when he says stupid things and bounces her titties around cause that’s what she needs to do to get what she wants!! Moonshine is the opposite. you take #ihatemybf to unseen lengths and your rich bf is one of the dudes that LOOOVES that. you’re hot and you walk around half-naked and look amazing but when your bf tries to touch you, you wrinkle your nose and tell him to keep his ugly ass hands to himself and he smiles reaaal big cause he’s pathetic. whole time Whiskey is watching you and your man like O.O ???? because HELLOOO?? she has to say things like “i luv my boobz, sorry feminists!” to keep her man happy meanwhile u get to call your man a nasty cunt in front of everybody and it KEEPS HIM HAPPY??

Whiskey’s so jealous and also fascinated so she just stares at u and watches u the whole time on the island. you’re equally as dumbfounded tho cause you know how this business works and Whiskey is SO fucking hot, you just can’t believe she’s subjecting herself to that

when you end up alone together, she’s getting ready to ask u how you found ur pathetic sad cuck man, but before she can even say anything you beat her to the punch to ask her “why do you do it??? yk damn well everybody wants you why pick a dumbass like that??” Whiskey’s used to that question and she’s like sighhhh he’s not that bad. you ask whether or not he even makes her cum, and y’all end up talking about how rich guys have zero stroke game and they’re nasty and weird (in a bad way) and they ALL want you to piss on them. u guys are passing a bottle back and forth and progressively getting drunker and more rowdy, laughing and falling all over eachother and viciously making fun of all the dudes you’ve dated, until you two end up making out messy asf, all tongue and bitten lips and shoving hands down eachother’s bathing suits (hers is gold and yours is silver… duh)

u guys fuck insane and LOUD on the lounge chairs next to the pool, hands all over, tiny little triangle bikini tops tossed on the ground and skimpy bottoms pulled over to the side when you’re hammering your fingers inside of eachother. both of u cum a whoooole bunch of times and someone inside HAS to hear u but even if y’all were sober u probably wouldn’t care

Whiskey takes some cues from u after that and hangs out with you a lot more than her dumbass boyfriend. she can’t contain her giggles every time she hears u tell your boyfriend to fuck off and die and he keeps that horny grin on his face anyway. she’s not used to seeing girls talk to men like that and she loves it. u guys are high on eachother and the island and u just drink and walk around in your little bathing suits and play with eachother’s hair and make yourselves horny talking abt money and then fuck!! she’s warm and her hair smells faintly of sea salt and her skin smells like lemon sugar lotion and she tastes like coconut milk and pineapple

u guys sneak into Miles Bron’s suite and fuck on the same circular crisp white bed Whiskey fucked him on the day before—except she actually cums this time and she literally screams so loud when she finishes, it’s the cutest thing. she constantly gives head to dudes she doesn’t even like, so the way she eats u out when she actually likes you is INSANE. she’s drowning it in she’s moaning and whining into ur pussy the whole time like she can’t get enough of it

ANYWAYS 🤚 U GET IT EVERYONE GETS IT THIS WAS WAAAAY LONGER THAN I MEANT IT TO BE 🤚 i need to fuckinf lie down 🚬😔

[sharksfrommars]

what if the pines family were cursed to have constantly terrible love lives.

like Filbrick pissed on some ancient enchantress so bad that she decided to curse the bloodline. That’s why no pines can get a date that lasts.

wrote this a while ago on the tube. Please steal the idea and run with it. Idk if I’m gonna…

The love curse

Dipper wanted to ask Pacifica Northwest out. They’d been friends for 4 years, texted all the time, and they kept having these intimate moments that ended in awkwardness. Pacifica even said she’d be upset if Dipper dated someone else! It was practically a done deal.

Except every time he tried to ask her out, something went comically wrong. The first time, at the beginning of the summer, dipper was about to ask, when Stan came out completely naked. Apparently, he’d pissed off a gang of pixies, who kept stealing Stan’s clothes as he was putting them on. Needless to say, it ruined the moment.

The second time, they were at the lake. It was just Dipper and Pacifica, a nice quiet day. But just as the sun was setting and Dipper was about to ask, the Gobblewonker decided to take a bite out of the boat, and they had to swim to shore. The gobblewonker barely came out in the day! It was absurd!

Then there was the time with the gnomes, that one time a piano fell out of nowhere, when Ford accidentally set the stanleymobile on fire, when that witch decided to turn pacifica into a tapeworm… it was frankly ridiculous how many things kept getting in their way. After the 27th time, Dipper had had enough.

“I don’t get it, Mabel!” Dipper said, pacing around their room, “Yesterday, i tried to ask her out and I was STRUCK BY LIGHTNING!  It wasn’t even raining! It’s like I’m cursed or something!”

Mabel was dressing up waddles as she considered this. “maybe you ARE cursed, dip!”

Dipper stopped pacing and turned to Mabel.

“OF COURSE! That’s the ONLY. Possible explanation! Someone or something must be pissed that I’m trying to ask Pacifica out!” Dipper resumed his pacing. “But who…”

Mabel looked at dipper with wide eyes. “I have an idea, dipper! The Woodstick Festival is back in town next week, and guess who’s going to be there” Mabel shoved a poster in Dipper’s face. He grabbed it and then looked at Mabel.

“The love god? Doesn’t he hate you for stealing his potion or something?”

Mabel waved him off.

“Pffft water under the bridge, brother. We can ask him for advice on whatever love curse you got!”

So the next day, the two went looking for the Love God. It wasn’t hard, they just had to follow the trail of kissing teens to greasy’s. They sat opposite from him, uninvited, and gave him a look.

“Ah, you kids looking for some love?” Love god said. Dipper glared, and Mabel stuck out her hand.

“Hi, I’m Mabel! Big fan of your work!”

“I know you! You stole my love potion!”

Mabel looked away sheepishly. “ uh… sorry about that. I realised it was a bad idea pretty quick. Anyway my brother needs your help!”

Love god turned to look at Dipper. He gave him a charming grin. “How can I help you, kid! You seem like you would be into …” Love God closed his eyes and wiggled his fingers, “…lumberjacks and mean girls. I can do that in a heartbeat, just say the word!”

Dipper blushed. “Um no thanks, mr Love God. Actually I think I’m cursed.”

“Ahh” replied Love God, “I see what’s going on. Look, kid, it’s normal for boys your age to feel like you’re cursed when It comes to lo-“

“Like actually cursed! Not just bad at talking to women!” Said dipper. The love god gave him a strange look. 

“Kid I’m telling you, it’s probably nothing.”

Dipper sighed. “Can you just check! Please, then we’ll leave you alone.”

The love god sighed and held out his hand. Warily, dipper took it. Love God sprayed some blue liquid onto dippers face and waved his arms around. He looked confused, so he did it again. And again. He then let go of dipper’s hand.

“What is it?” Asked dipper. Love God ignored him and turned to Mabel.

“Give me your hand…”

Mabel offered it and Love god did the same to Mabel. He gave both of them a grave look.

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“Our bloodline is cursed?!” Cried Ford at dinner that night. 

“That’s what the love god said” dipper said with a sigh, “cursed to have terrible love lives.”

“Honestly, that explains some things” said Stan.

“The worst part” cried Mabel, “is that we can’t break it without figuring out who cast it! How am I supposed to find the perfect boyfriend like this!” She cried into the table. Ford got a look of consideration on his face, before he pulled out the second journal.

“Don’t worry kids, we can summon the person who cast the curse with this Curse Tracing spell I found in the 70s! It will bring them here, and then we can demand they break it!”

So half an hour later, the Pines’ were standing in a circle, chanting something in Latin.

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the idea I had was that the Pines (read: Stan) have to reconcile with all their exes before the curse is lifted. I think it would be funny. But please! Steal the idea! Make it your own! I want other people’s ideas constantly.

[vampireimiko]

Mark Grayson (with a water bending partner) Headcanons !!

warnings, none :3

note, writing this made me wanna do my monthly atla rewatch 🫡

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° He constantly asks you to show him cool tricks. “Okay, but what if you made, like, a giant water fist and—oh, oh! Can you surf on it?!” He’s basically your personal hype man ^_^

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Mark absolutely loves your powers, being able to control water and blood to your will? He watches in awe every time you demonstrate them.

He loves watching you manipulate water in combat. The way you fight is so smooth and controlled—it reminds him of the way he flies, always flowing, never rigid. "You’re literally the most badass person I know."

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° He knows how you feel about your blood-bending powers and not wanting to use those unless necessary. He’s 100% supportive about it and can understand where you’re coming from.

 "I get it," he says, holding your hand. “Just because you can do something doesn’t mean you should. And I know you—you’d never use it for the wrong reasons.” You were so grateful to have such a sweet boy in your life. 

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° That being said, if you ever do use blood-bending to protect yourself or others, Mark has a lot of feelings about it. Half impressed, half a little terrified, and fully in love. “Okay, that was both the coolest and scariest thing I’ve ever seen. Remind me never to piss you off.”

┊ ➶ ｡˚ °  Sometimes, if you’re distracted or deep in thought, the water around you reacts to your emotions. Mark has 100% been caught in a surprise wave because you got surprised by something he did.

“Babe, I love you, but if you don’t warn me before you do that next time, I swear—” He says, dripping wet as you try to hold back a laugh.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° You have used your abilities to mess with him before. Whether it’s making his drink float just out of reach or sneaking in a few cold water drops down the back of his shirt, Mark always falls for it. 

 “You did not just—OH, IT’S COLD!” Cue you laughing and running away as he tries (and fails) to grab you.

”I am so getting you back for that!” He’d giggle.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° If he ever gets injured, you’re the first one there, using your healing powers to heal minor wounds. He’ll pretend he’s fine, but secretly? He loves the way you fuss over him.

"Be more careful next time, Mark! This is such a careless injury! I cannot believe the nerve of you—!" And the whole time he’s sitting there with a dopey smile on his face as you scold and tend to him.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ °  You actually tend to scold Mark more than you realize, being the eldest sibling brought out that maternal side of you, and while he might grumble about it later, he secretly cherishes every bit of your protective concern.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° When you’re feeling down, Mark takes you somewhere peaceful, maybe a quiet lake or the ocean. Just so you can be surrounded by water. He knows it makes you feel more at ease. “Take your time, I’m right here.” 

Sometimes, if you’re feeling up to it, he’ll ask you to do something small with your powers like, creating tiny floating fish out of water—anything to bring a little light back into your eyes. And when you finally smile, even just a little, he feels like he won the day.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° IN CONCLUSION, Mark Grayson supremacy 😼

additional note ! im trying to get these requests out while my creative juices are flowing but school is actually pissing me off 🤒

𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

[grayintogreen]

I didn’t obsessively devour new words and read above my grade in my youth to be told I shouldn’t use uncommon or “fancy” words in my writing. Use context clues or google it.

[jusst-you-race]

peace and love on planet earth but also Oscar you’re in the dog box

[tboo-uc-on-toast]

”you don’t look sick?”

ya well I feel it smartass

[haxxy]

Fun killer alert, I know, but I think casino apps should be illegal.

[platypusisnotonfire]

I’m annoyed by irrational numbers

I know they’re real numbers

They exist

But they are infinite? But not. They are decidedly NOT infinity. But they are….infinitely repeating

It’s like infinity into atoms compared to infinity into the universe but like

They’re also REAL FREAKING NUMBERS that can define finite objects (circles for instance)

I’m not happy about them

[makkie-is-screaming]

My dad keeps talking about weight loss and dieting 🫠

[ranger-kellyn]

really and truly nothing kills my art drive more than having to be in the office 🙃

[rigginsstreet]

My mother acts like it’s crazy that me and my brother aren’t friends like there’s a 7 year age difference we have literally zero things in common the only thing tying us together is blood relationship but I’m a horrible person for like not wanting to be up his ass. Sorry but family relation has never equated to a bond to me and maybe that’s a mental thing we need to get checked out but like I’m perfectly fine living my life this way. He’s my brother. It don’t need to go any deeper than that

[melonnade]

absolutely disgusting the way that the violence on my campus this morning is being talked about on the news. reading articles rn and they keep talking about violence on both sides & fighting breaking out ‘between’ the two groups. call it what it fucking was. it’s not two sides being violent, it’s one being attacked by the other. rhetoric matters.

[pissfizz]

Grahhhhhh the server I’m in is so fun and I love it but the one specific person that I don’t like is really making me contemplate leaving they piss me off so fucking much

[wanderthefens]

Not to continue complaining about work as I always do because I’m starting wonder if some people just genuinely aren’t cut out for adulthood and I’m one of them BUT. I need the job I applied to get back to me soon :( As much as I love working from home, I hate my job too much to stay here.

[beautiful-songbird]

I just saw a video of someone saying people who can’t tell the difference between left and right are faking it and the whole comment section is just making fun of people who can’t and saying they’re “low IQ”

Like…ok