#could go either way idk

[kkaimmri]

i don’t think anything frustrates me more than pining wolfstar. can you guys just stfu and kiss? like it pushes all of my buttons man

especially when it’s dragged out for so long. AND ESPECIALLY when they’re a background ship!! like this ain’t even your story??

and i thought it was just me not liking the whole pining trope thing but NO! it only annoys me when it’s wolfstar!!!

[delicourse]

Snake Year

[artificialchaoscola]

stare

[squshymarsh]

DcxDp Get back here you little shi-

It’s not unusual for the siblings of the Batclan to go out together when they need to be seen in public for more than official events. It is weird when Bruce joins them on an outing to do some shopping and eating out.

But here they are walking out of a restaurant towards the waiting set of cars around the block. Finally heading home after making a show of being a happy family. Nearly everyone from Dick teasing jason at the head of the group. To Tim and Steph annoying Damien at the back while Bruce, Duke and Cass walk in the middle.

It’s almost to normal for them.

So of course something has to ruin the almost domestic moment. It’s not a rouge or some massive attack. Instead it’s a kid Damien’s age running full speed out of an alley that Jason and Dick had just passed seconds ago.

The boy crashes into the grimy sidewalk right in-front of the Middle three of the group. His lanky limbs doing nothing to catch himself as he hits the ground hard and turns to look at the glowing green tie around his ankles. His head moving so fast it whips his shaggy black hair out of his face revealing startling blue eyes.

The group of vigilantes just stand there a second processing. Apparently staring to long as the boy slips the green rope off of him then takes off across the street. Disappearing into another alley just as another figure emerged from the one the boy had come from.

“Get back here you little shit! I’m gonna kill you for real this time!”

[stars-obsession-pit]

The Flying Graysons generally stuck to simpler tricks in the smaller towns. Less people to impress, so they didn’t need to go as far. But for some reason, when they went to the town of Amity Park, Dick felt an urge to show off.

Well, not for just any reason. For one very specific reason; a certain cute boy in the crowd.

But then the troupe moved on, as it always did. Outside of his daydreams, he didn’t really dare to hope he’d get to see the boy again. Especially once his parents died, circumstances nearly pushed it from his mind.

But then, during his detective training, an idea struck him. Even if he couldn’t see the boy in person, he could still keep track of him remotely.

It turner out to be remarkably easy, especially once he learned Danny’s name. So he kept it up. Watching him, taking notes on everything about him, fantasizing about actually being together for real. He never told anyone else. They wouldn’t understand. Checking in on Danny was always a highlight of his days. His own little reward. He wouldn’t let anyone take his Danny away from him.

Though there were some stumbles along the way. Times he’d almost been caught. And when some sort of lab accident had hospitalized Danny, he’d nearly ran off to Amity on his own to comfort him (never mind that he’d have to explain who he even was and how he’d known about it). But he persisted. And as time passed, he only became more and more infatuated with the other boy. Oh how he wished they could be together.

And then Danny showed up in Gotham. Dick couldn’t find anything definitively explaining why, but he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Finally, he could put all his copious notes to use and sweep his love off his feet.

[egophiliac]

the lovers, reversed

(aka I'm still freaking out about Jou)

[differenteagletragedy]

What if it's like Price decided a long time ago that he's never going to have a traditional family -- a wife and kids, the whole picket fence thing -- so instead of even trying, he dedicates his time off duty to other pursuits, and that's how he picks up carpentry.

So for years, when he's not working, he's just building things. It starts off with little wooden sculptures and some repairs around the house, but eventually he's building furniture. He can do anything with wood and some tools, and it's soothing, creating instead of destroying.

He builds himself a coffee table, then he builds himself a bed. He makes a nice trunk for Laswell and her wife, another for Gaz. Sometimes in his free time he'll meet women in bars, quick little hookups that will never be anything more than one night, and sometimes he'll watch some documentary and drink too many scotches, smoke too many cigars, but there's just something about building that sets his mind at ease.

It gets to the point where he doesn't have anything left to make for any of the few people in his life, so he starts building a guest room in his basement, just for something to do. Another bed using a technique he hadn't tried before, a wide chest of drawers, a couple of nightstands. When he's done with that, he decides to keep going for it -- he learns how to build cabinets and puts in a little kitchenette in the corner. He even learns some rudimentary plumbing over a longer break and gets a sink going down there.

What's it all for? He has no idea, but the whirring of the saw blocks out thoughts that are too hard to think, and when he's concentrating on the hammers and the nails and the precision he needs, there's not enough room to concentrate on anything else.

Then he sees you. Maybe you're a bartender at the local pub, or a girl he runs into sometimes at the grocery store. Either way, there's a kind smile you give him, a lingering look that shows that you notice him, and it makes him notice you back.

And then it hits him -- maybe you're what it's all for. Maybe that bed in the basement is for you. Maybe he's not built for a traditional family, but maybe he built a whole new world, a whole new life, just for you.

[ukulelegodparent]

The connection between a person and their nearest river growing up is literally so special

[dino-solos]

guess what hit 2004 medical drama i’ve been binging

[flaphack]

scary/hermie is me and the bad bitch i pulled by being autistic

normal/hermie is doomed yaoi at levels previously unseen by mankind

linc/scary is like the relationship of that one reddit dude on r/ambien who made a billion posts abt how much he loves his wife

linc/taylor is me and the bad bitch i pulled by being autistic

[ysaefinn]

Tw: yandere themes, abusive parents

I have come to realize that a reader with an abusive mother is honestly crack for mommy!sugu, now i need to write about him kidnapping and brainwashing you into accepting him as your real mommy

[avichor]

platonicism and found family being viewed as lesser in comparison to romance will always be my villain origin

[gingerswagfreckles]

Like. I really wish we could get more information about what's actually happening in Iran rn. I have a sneaking suspicion that the bomb strikes have hit way more civilian infrastructure and killed way more people than we want to think about and I also have a sneaking suspicion that any anti-regime sentiment that was awakening on the first night is quickly being squashed by the extent of the damage and the fear of having one's house or family randomly blown up. But I can't know for sure. I wish the Iranian internet would come back on. Right now it's just two different governments trying to control the narrative with propaganda.

[samtastical-shitposts]

thought i was funny

[upsidedownsmore]

Tennotober 2024 Day 7: Kalymos

what a little stinker lol

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